<?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-4381661848587249157</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:34:45.452-08:00</updated><category term='shorts and tights'/><title type='text'>Mariposa Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-5612877511973040958</id><published>2011-08-30T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:20:05.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripes of a Different Color</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love the &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/c/Missoni/-/N-5ouwb"&gt;Target GO Collections&lt;/a&gt;? Designer items for a fraction of the price! And the newest to hit the mark will be the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwqFCax7iUg&amp;feature=youtu.be"&gt;Missoni for Target&lt;/a&gt; collection. With over 100 pieces including women's, men's and children's clothing along with essentials for the home, one can't zig-zag the wrong direction. Find these 1960's Italian film-inspired pieces from September 13th-October 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B02kBwqqRRA/Tl2neWLipTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cJKCYM_UUlw/s1600/missoni%2Bfor%2Btarget.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B02kBwqqRRA/Tl2neWLipTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cJKCYM_UUlw/s320/missoni%2Bfor%2Btarget.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-5612877511973040958?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5612877511973040958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=5612877511973040958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/5612877511973040958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/5612877511973040958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/stripes-of-different-color.html' title='Stripes of a Different Color'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B02kBwqqRRA/Tl2neWLipTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cJKCYM_UUlw/s72-c/missoni%2Bfor%2Btarget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-3874857708674334584</id><published>2011-08-29T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:33:07.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lanvin--You Know You Want It</title><content type='html'>High-Fashion is often thought of as a serious, intense and overly-dramatic concept. But it can also be quite quirky and unpredictable. Take a look at &lt;a href="http://creativity-online.com/work/lanvin-fall-2011-campaign-movie/24276"&gt;Lanvin's Fall 2011 Collection Campaign Movie&lt;/a&gt; --an unexpected twist to a fashion film. Beautiful people, less-than-perfect dance moves and superb clothing. This is one to remember. Dancing in couture, what a dream :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativity-online.com/work/lanvin-fall-2011-campaign-movie/24276"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUnvmguDD-0/TlxikysR-zI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Yx03ch9aHM4/s1600/Lanvin11_vidimg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUnvmguDD-0/TlxikysR-zI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Yx03ch9aHM4/s320/Lanvin11_vidimg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/4381661848587249157-3874857708674334584?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3874857708674334584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=3874857708674334584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/3874857708674334584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/3874857708674334584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/lanvin-you-know-you-want-it.html' title='Lanvin--You Know You Want It'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUnvmguDD-0/TlxikysR-zI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Yx03ch9aHM4/s72-c/Lanvin11_vidimg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-548018864381499150</id><published>2011-02-19T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:56:14.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STYLE</title><content type='html'>"Fashion is what you are offered four times a year. Style is what you pick out of that fashion...It's what you make of it once you've learned what to accept and ignore based on what looks good on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lauren Hutton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-548018864381499150?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/548018864381499150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=548018864381499150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/548018864381499150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/548018864381499150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/style.html' title='STYLE'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-7009592623491435950</id><published>2011-02-15T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:10:40.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARM YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQjbtky_XIQ/TVt3i1JgfII/AAAAAAAAALU/FhDhMy3UYvI/s1600/armor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQjbtky_XIQ/TVt3i1JgfII/AAAAAAAAALU/FhDhMy3UYvI/s400/armor3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574180404067335298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTxROEvYMYY/TVt3dwbef8I/AAAAAAAAALM/h_s2YYLeYAQ/s1600/armor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTxROEvYMYY/TVt3dwbef8I/AAAAAAAAALM/h_s2YYLeYAQ/s400/armor2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574180316901179330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fashion is the armor to survive everyday life. I don’t think you can do away with it. It would be like doing away with civilization.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bill Cunningham, New York Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ONU4Ux78A8/TVt2IL36sXI/AAAAAAAAALE/l483vHXKpgQ/s1600/armor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ONU4Ux78A8/TVt2IL36sXI/AAAAAAAAALE/l483vHXKpgQ/s400/armor1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574178846799475058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-7009592623491435950?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7009592623491435950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=7009592623491435950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7009592623491435950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7009592623491435950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/arm-yourself.html' title='ARM YOURSELF'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UQjbtky_XIQ/TVt3i1JgfII/AAAAAAAAALU/FhDhMy3UYvI/s72-c/armor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-2216397907652614019</id><published>2011-02-14T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:10:01.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-401An0nqjGo/TVoDMrRFaWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L3dg4YWUsxA/s1600/fsubaeq50pvj91iokoqvx2xgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-401An0nqjGo/TVoDMrRFaWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L3dg4YWUsxA/s400/fsubaeq50pvj91iokoqvx2xgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573771005132106082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fashion is the most powerful art there is. Its movement, design and architecture all in one.  It shows the world who we are and who we’d like to be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTt8RFOFpPk/TVt4EnnDb_I/AAAAAAAAALc/M2RUz3Pqits/s1600/architecture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bTt8RFOFpPk/TVt4EnnDb_I/AAAAAAAAALc/M2RUz3Pqits/s400/architecture1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574180984548716530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-2216397907652614019?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2216397907652614019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=2216397907652614019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/2216397907652614019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/2216397907652614019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/art.html' title='ART'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-401An0nqjGo/TVoDMrRFaWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L3dg4YWUsxA/s72-c/fsubaeq50pvj91iokoqvx2xgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-2056032912681585116</id><published>2010-04-25T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:22:27.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering the Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TqxqRssTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t4ygeT5XWdA/s1600/pa-dinner-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TqxqRssTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t4ygeT5XWdA/s400/pa-dinner-2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464250386790265138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I attended the annual &lt;a href="http://www.pepperdine.edu/associates/dinner/"&gt;Pepperdine Associates Dinner&lt;/a&gt; at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, one of the nicest hotels I have ever been to! It was quite a swanky event with successful and inspiring people sipping on cocktails and dressed to the nines. Pepperdine donors, faculty, staff, students and other guests attended to celebrate the various achievements of Pepperdine, servant leaders, positively impacting the world around them.  The Associates Dinner Co-Chairs opened the evening by sharing about their service experience this past Spring Break with Pepperdine students in Fiji, where they gave sight, in performing optical surgeries, smiles, through doing dental work, and  love, as they played with the children and laughed and cried with those who received treatment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key-note speaker of the night, Richard Stearns, the President of World Vision U.S., spoke with such humility, passion and yearning.  He reminded the affluent audience of the various pangs our world is feeling right now; with the aftermath of the earthquakes in Haiti and Chile, the war in the Congo, the conflict in Burma, HIV AIDS epidemic, hunger, child mortality, starvation, homelessness, etc.  He shared some national statistics relating to these unfortunate hurts of many across the globe and emphasized that so many of these problems can be easily avoided and fixed.  Everyday 24,000 children around the world die from starvation or lack of proper nutrition.  This is completely preventable and unnecessary.  Issues can be prevented and remedied by all of us.  Stearns evidently tugged at our heart strings, and made us feel guilty about the delicious meal we just ate, as he shared his personal anecdotes relating to his work with World Vision U.S.  In a response to the theme of the night, “Answer the Call”, Stearns defined the difference between a calling and a career.  A line he said that really resonated with me went  something along the lines of this: a career is something you give your life to and a calling is something you give up your life for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Christian is asked the question, “Do you want to follow the will of God and his calling for your life?” the answer is usually an instant “yes!”  But when you think about it, do we really want to?  Because He will definitely pull us out of our comfort zone and into a challenging task, no doubt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stearns really got me to thinking, would I answer the call?  Would I really be open to it? Could I give up what I think I want for what He wants? Easier said than done, but I think I’m up for the challenge and even if that means a drastic life change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-2056032912681585116?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2056032912681585116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=2056032912681585116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/2056032912681585116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/2056032912681585116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/answering-call.html' title='Answering the Call'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TqxqRssTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/t4ygeT5XWdA/s72-c/pa-dinner-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-3889103276257576146</id><published>2010-04-25T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:16:17.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Serve: New York</title><content type='html'>Spring breaks in the past have been a time for traveling, tanning, and catching up on sleep.  What could be better?  Apparently spending a week with twenty rambunctious, misbehaved and energetic kindergarteners in the Bronx is the answer; who knew? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9To64lXXFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4faWY1uSmYw/s1600/bronx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9To64lXXFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4faWY1uSmYw/s320/bronx1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464248346226416722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Project Serve team of ten Pepperdine students, we traveled from warm Malibu to snow-covered New York City to serve with Shiloh Ministries.  We called the Sunday school classroom floors of the Manhattan Church of Christ building our home for the week and woke up early every morning to catch the subway to P.S. 30 Wilton Elementary in the Bronx, with authentic New York coffee and bagel in hand.  Ryan, from Shiloh Ministries, briefed us a bit on what we were to expect as we assisted the teachers with their students, but many of us did not realize the emotions and circumstances that we would experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived at Mr. Lopez’s kindergarten class, I was greeted warmly by all and was instantly accepted and integrated into their lives.  That week I helped them learn how to write their numbers, letters and do their reading lessons, while also trying to integrate the importance of sharing, speaking kindly to one another and keeping their hands to themselves.  The latter seemed to be the most challenging.  Throughout the course of my week there, I learned about the various lives these children lead.  Many of these seemingly joyful and happy children had social workers who took them to and from school, or parents who were murdered via drive by shooting and even family members in jail.  I noticed that multiple students would come to school wearing the same clothes they had worn the previous day, 90% of the students receive federally funded meals and a large majority of the children, in various grades, had been held back a year or more.  Fights would break out in the cafeteria and teachers would send troublemakers to the principal’s office or another teacher’s classroom for the entire day, where they would learn nothing.  Half of the students’ native tongue is Spanish and many of them had trouble expressing themselves to and communicating with their classmates and teachers.  My heart ached as I learned about these children’s lives and what they endure daily.  It was like nothing I had ever seen before.  My perspectives regarding teaching, children and education were changed drastically.  It was such a rewarding opportunity to work with these children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TpTL0Qy4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/txu1YyPuh4Q/s1600/IMG_9291+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TpTL0Qy4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/txu1YyPuh4Q/s400/IMG_9291+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464248763706035074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all those contemplating what to do with your life this summer, be it an internship at your Dad’s friends’ company,  a barista job at your local coffee shop or a cruise to Cozumel, I encourage you to find time to make a difference by serving someone, other than yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful, side affects to serving and giving may include: finding new meaning in your life, reinvigorating your sense of purpose, or experiencing a transformation of your heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s your call, will you answer it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-3889103276257576146?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3889103276257576146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=3889103276257576146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/3889103276257576146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/3889103276257576146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/project-serve-new-york.html' title='Project Serve: New York'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9To64lXXFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4faWY1uSmYw/s72-c/bronx1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-6013339314352285509</id><published>2010-04-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:03:40.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Organic-is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was a young girl, I remember being the kid with the super-healthy lunch.  No Doritos, no cookies and NEVER a Lunchable.  I was so very envious of my classmates who would get Twinkies or McDonald’s while I would get PB&amp;J in whole-grain pita bread and organic applesauce with no sugar added. Yeah, I was THAT kid. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mother is a certified health-nut.  She was the mom making her own baby food for her kids with organic fruit, who shopped at Trader Joe’s before it became a household name and buys locally-grown everything!  I used to take the “nut” adjective seriously when I would see the pantries at friend’s houses and not recognize any of the brands.  I constantly questioned her about why we ate so healthy and why our “junk food” was defined as an ice cream sandwich made with soy and tofu. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But, after all of the resistance, I finally began to accept this way of life and I now fully embrace it! Organic is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TmKvPdelI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q8Kg-utYxEc/s1600/organic-food-usda-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TmKvPdelI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q8Kg-utYxEc/s200/organic-food-usda-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464245320061647442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The label “Organic” signifies that the product in hand was produced without the use of synthetic materials such as pesticides, insecticides or herbicides.  Antibiotics and growth hormones were not used to genetically modify the product.  And in the production of these products (be it produce, make-up, beef or clothing), pollution of toxic chemicals and production energy are reduced or eliminated while healthy soil, better flavor and beneficial flora and fauna thrive.  Yes, eating organic is a tad bit more expensive.  And as a college student, or anyone pinching the pennies would know, there is a constant dilemma with eating healthy or eating for cheap.  But consumption of organic foods (especially fruit, veggies, dairy and meat, if you can’t afford to convert to a purely organic lifestyle), will positively affect you and the world around you for years to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon Pepperdine students will have easy access to organic products to be sold at the new Nature’s Edge market to be located in the Waves Cafeteria.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, be a health-nut. It is all that its cracked up to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-6013339314352285509?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6013339314352285509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=6013339314352285509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/6013339314352285509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/6013339314352285509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-organic-is-it-worth-it.html' title='Going Organic-is it worth it?'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TmKvPdelI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q8Kg-utYxEc/s72-c/organic-food-usda-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-5697955682608355132</id><published>2010-04-25T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:55:21.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Style Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TirUpxfjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZPUyWPiSWDw/s1600/nomorefashionvictims.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TirUpxfjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZPUyWPiSWDw/s320/nomorefashionvictims.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464241481813425714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child labor. &lt;br /&gt;Sweatshop. &lt;br /&gt;Exploitation. &lt;br /&gt;A dollar a day. &lt;br /&gt;Carcinogens. &lt;br /&gt;10 hour work day in a non-air-conditioned factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words could be used to describe how the new dress you just bought was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, right?  Most of us are not fully aware of the effect that our purchases have on others around the world, and the world itself!  We just walk around the malls, browse the internet or look through the catalogues and buy what we like, especially if it’s on sale. Well now is the time to do your part and apply the ethical decisions that you make when you go out for drinks with friends and get a designated driver or are contemplating on plagiarizing this great quote in your paper but decide to cite it.  We make consciously moral, and just plain obvious, decisions to do the right thing every day.  Why not apply it to the clothes on our back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The London-based organization, &lt;a href="http://www.ethicalfashionforum.com"&gt;Ethical Fashion Forum&lt;/a&gt;, attempts to start a movement by changing the direction of the fashion industry.  They are doing all they can to move designers and clothing manufacturers towards becoming socially and environmentally conscious businesses.  In doing this EFF “support[s] and promote[s] sustainable practices,” through “collaboration, rais[ing] awareness and provid[ing] the tools and resources needed to reduce poverty, reduce environmental damage and raise standards in the fashion industry.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does one further EFF’s mission and make better purchase decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a start! Check out this website for &lt;a href="http://www.vogue.co.uk/fashion/trends/2010-spring-summer/100407-ethical-fair-trade-eco-friendly-fas.aspx#"&gt;Vogue UK&lt;/a&gt; and you will see the various labels that are making a conscious effort to do their part to make their impact a positive one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for fair trade, vintage, recycled, or organic clothing and fabrics.  Check out your local &lt;a href="http://www.crossroadstrading.com"&gt;Crossroads Trading Company&lt;/a&gt;  or &lt;a href="http://www.buffaloexchange.com"&gt;Buffalo Exchange&lt;/a&gt; for thrifty, previously-owned buys.  And don’t forget, you can donate your clothing, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research your favorite companies and make sure that they do not use child-labor to manufacture their products.  Check-out your favorite accessory, clothing or footwear designer’s website (or maybe their Facebook fan page?) and contact them to ask if their clothing is created based on ethical and environmental standards.  Be conscious of your purchases and support those companies that do their part for our precious Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that personally I have not made the strongest effort in trying to purchase ethical and sustainable clothing.  I was genuinely unaware of the dangers and damages.  Since fashion has always been an interest of mine, I want to make a meaningful contribution to diminishing its negative impact on those who create the products and the environment in which we live.  And as I look for a job next year I know that an important part of the companies that I look into will be their ethic and moral decisions and practices, be it in the fashion industry or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-5697955682608355132?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5697955682608355132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=5697955682608355132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/5697955682608355132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/5697955682608355132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/style-ethics.html' title='Style Ethics'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S9TirUpxfjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZPUyWPiSWDw/s72-c/nomorefashionvictims.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-7311432008094194853</id><published>2010-04-15T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:57:44.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorts and tights'/><title type='text'>Tight in Noir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bOTH6s_uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q9Kc6kbCMsU/s1600/IMG_9511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bOTH6s_uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q9Kc6kbCMsU/s320/IMG_9511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460278426171408098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorts and tights are the best combination as the Spring begins bringing the warmth but your legs are less than ready to be shown off in their pasty (white, in my case) winter state.  And do not worry, I am not a tights-as-pants fan but, I see the many versatile features of such a minimal amount of light fabric. In the winter they turn into the Southern California version of Long Johns, for those days of 50 degree weather, brrr ;) or they can be paired with short dresses to emphasize your legs in a more conservative way.  Take a twirl with ease in your Springtime dresses with a pair of pastel tights beneath. Wear it with a long, baggy sweater creating a effortlessly chic wardrobe choice.  And for the paws, make a statement in brightly colored or wild patterned shoes. Animal print is a prominent trend this Spring, and in my opinion it is always IN. On the chillier days, slip on a walking-friendly flat boot or sexy, spiked heel boot. Believe me, go with tights, its (almost) always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bTstrhDVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3KlLpMjxm2c/s1600/shorts+and+tights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bTstrhDVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3KlLpMjxm2c/s320/shorts+and+tights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460284363363126610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {image from People.com}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-7311432008094194853?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7311432008094194853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=7311432008094194853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7311432008094194853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7311432008094194853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/tight-with-noir.html' title='Tight in Noir'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bOTH6s_uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q9Kc6kbCMsU/s72-c/IMG_9511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-8156038717018874886</id><published>2010-04-12T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:01:26.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8LQ_E88iHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8QuMGSQ8WcM/s1600/IMG_8681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8LQ_E88iHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8QuMGSQ8WcM/s320/IMG_8681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459155480406165618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Mama saw this photo she said she wore an outfit almost exactly like mine when she was young. Gotta love RETRO.&lt;br /&gt;Seven7 flannel, Juicy Couture white tank top, Michael Kors high-waisted, bell-bottomed jeans (check out the dainty front pockets!), Marc Jacobs black clutch with added shoulder strap (props to the Madre once again), leaf necklace from Forever 21 (it has lasted for 5 years without tarnishing and I wear it all of the time!), Stop Staring fire engine red skinny belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bVzo1fW9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/alsAGqlasuc/s1600/bellbottomnplaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bVzo1fW9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/alsAGqlasuc/s320/bellbottomnplaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460286681345121234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Image from http://blog.shopbop.com/2009/06/index.html}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-8156038717018874886?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8156038717018874886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=8156038717018874886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/8156038717018874886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/8156038717018874886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-mama-in-70s.html' title='Like Mother Like Daughter'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8LQ_E88iHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8QuMGSQ8WcM/s72-c/IMG_8681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-5204269165380834460</id><published>2010-04-09T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:11:15.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panama hats above and blooms below</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S7_GmR7duxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zOcNZFjAUM4/s1600/IMG_9363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S7_GmR7duxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zOcNZFjAUM4/s320/IMG_9363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458299634346474258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floral Skirt: Forever 21. Hat: Panama Jack. Sunglasses: Target. Necklace: Roxy. Tank top: I.N.C. Shoes: not sure of brand, purchase at Macy's (notice the little flower buds!)&lt;br /&gt;(Worn on an oddly warm day in March. The next day it rained, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bW2Ao4YfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MT433P_uXxQ/s1600/floral+skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bW2Ao4YfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MT433P_uXxQ/s320/floral+skirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460287821606052338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Image from http://www.shopnastygal.com/products/new/clothing/bottoms/Fading-Away-Floral-Skirt-.html}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bXiTrVnGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hxkHRH4uWE0/s1600/panamahat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bXiTrVnGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/hxkHRH4uWE0/s320/panamahat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460288582630874210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Image from http://www.trendoriginal.com/2008/08/28/panama-hats-hype-in-italy/}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-5204269165380834460?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5204269165380834460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=5204269165380834460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/5204269165380834460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/5204269165380834460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer-lovin.html' title='Panama hats above and blooms below'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S7_GmR7duxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zOcNZFjAUM4/s72-c/IMG_9363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-7509476624550970178</id><published>2010-04-09T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:17:08.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyelet you look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S7_EWbQStUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v3BtkiyQ3YA/s1600/IMG_9495+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S7_EWbQStUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v3BtkiyQ3YA/s320/IMG_9495+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458297162948588866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periwinkle embroidered tank top: Forever 21. White eyelet skirt (I bought on sale at Macy's three years ago in the designer section) Heels: Anthropologie, Schuman &amp; Sons. Gold cross necklace, Crystal Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;Pepperdine University in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bY-9I96bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BvIkv9nR4iw/s1600/whiteeyelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S8bY-9I96bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BvIkv9nR4iw/s320/whiteeyelet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460290174308968882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Image from http://thegloss.com/fashion/jennie-garths-white-eyelet-skirt-for-less}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-7509476624550970178?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7509476624550970178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=7509476624550970178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7509476624550970178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7509476624550970178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/apparel.html' title='Eyelet you look'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S7_EWbQStUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v3BtkiyQ3YA/s72-c/IMG_9495+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-7108268579199713712</id><published>2010-01-09T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:17:12.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de la moda :: louis vuitton y gucci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S0l9FuVGxCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UacUuqn3P7k/s1600-h/lv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S0l9FuVGxCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UacUuqn3P7k/s400/lv2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425004763433845794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S0l8uqs1eJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/62bUgI7yfnI/s1600-h/Gucci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S0l8uqs1eJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/62bUgI7yfnI/s400/Gucci1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425004367322642578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S0l75QGuscI/AAAAAAAAAII/0QgODjbCbxk/s1600-h/lv1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S0l75QGuscI/AAAAAAAAAII/0QgODjbCbxk/s400/lv1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425003449650426306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-7108268579199713712?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7108268579199713712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=7108268579199713712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7108268579199713712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7108268579199713712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-la-moda.html' title='de la moda :: louis vuitton y gucci'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/S0l9FuVGxCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UacUuqn3P7k/s72-c/lv2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-896203179309955805</id><published>2009-10-20T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:36:45.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long.live.letters</title><content type='html'>“What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't reread a phone call” ~~Liz Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving a letter on a birthday, Christmas or special occasion is one of those small things that bring so much joy to my life.  As I carefully read over the letter or card I know that the writer took the time to find the perfect words to describe their feelings.  It means the world to me when someone can verbalize a meaningful thought, write it down and give me the chance to have that memory for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently writing letters to three of my close friends and each letter writing and receiving experience has been different.  One composes her letter quickly after she gets mine, another cannot find time to respond, and the other one, well, he's in the process of perfecting a poem for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often ponder what it would have been to live in an era where letter writing was one of the only forms of communication.  Letters would take months to get to the recipient, all the while waiting with anxious patience. I hope that handwriting and sending letters continues to live.  Though the cost of postage is going up and the thought of a quick, duty-free email sounds more efficient, is there really any art, heart or creativity in that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's keep this writing thing going!"--Andrea D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-896203179309955805?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/896203179309955805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=896203179309955805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/896203179309955805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/896203179309955805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/longliveletters.html' title='long.live.letters'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-2660099913063482020</id><published>2009-07-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:21:39.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camera obscura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-3L2SwfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OqzCEwJNhlY/s1600-h/IMG_7203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-3L2SwfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OqzCEwJNhlY/s200/IMG_7203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360408205527794162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-su5JmvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/maDfJRagLQ4/s1600-h/IMG_3235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-su5JmvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/maDfJRagLQ4/s200/IMG_3235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360408025956457202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-ZBILQII/AAAAAAAAAHc/7HMQyB8DQaM/s1600-h/2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-ZBILQII/AAAAAAAAAHc/7HMQyB8DQaM/s200/2013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360407687253934210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-SMK189I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0vVA218IFdI/s1600-h/2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-SMK189I/AAAAAAAAAHU/0vVA218IFdI/s200/2006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360407569958826962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP98ORA8lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9aSadaC_5tw/s1600-h/IMG_6658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP98ORA8lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9aSadaC_5tw/s200/IMG_6658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360407192564462162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP9z-udK9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/e03r0kC0A1I/s1600-h/IMG_7843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP9z-udK9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/e03r0kC0A1I/s200/IMG_7843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360407050954025938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-2660099913063482020?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2660099913063482020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=2660099913063482020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/2660099913063482020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/2660099913063482020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/camera-obscura.html' title='camera obscura'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP-3L2SwfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OqzCEwJNhlY/s72-c/IMG_7203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-7752735059027221432</id><published>2009-07-19T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:09:59.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a manner of speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP75KLCpaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Wkfp1oy6eAU/s1600-h/Language.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP75KLCpaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Wkfp1oy6eAU/s200/Language.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360404940902802850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was chatting with my dear friend about her recent study abroad experience in Madrid, Spain. I asked her to describe her experience in three words and she said: difficult, amazing and life-changing. She lived with an elderly Spanish woman who was a kind hostess who liked to make whatever she wanted for dinner, despite Posah's gluten-free dietary needs. She managed to go on a date with a madrileno and enjoyed traveling around through the countryside of Spain where she learned to embrace the drastically different cultures and languages that reside with in the land. It was in the breath-takingly beautiful Andalucia where she found herslf and was inspired to right a Spanish sonnet about the sun and the moon. It was in Segovia that she began to understand how differently she expressed her self in the three languages that she is fluent in: French, English and Spanish. In English she expresses herslf intellectually and deeply and in Spanish she finds that she expresses elemental feelings, some inexpressable in English with the lack of emmotional words the language has in comparison to Spanish. She did not quite describe her connection with French but I percieve that she may be able to express passionate feelings--with which the French have in abundatance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about my personality in regards to the language I speak. SInce I am not a native Spanish speaker deep concepts seem a bit harder for me to describe. When discussing God and religion with my novio I had a hard time conveying my factual reasons for my faith and relied on my emmotions. Spanish is filled with descriptive adjectives and metaphors that the mother language lacks. And discovering this spurs my desire to learn to speak other languages so as to be able to communicate with that many more people in a ameaningful way. Because I had a good grasp of castellano in Buenos Aires, I was able to bridge the language and culture gap and relate to an amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castellano, te amo con mis corazon entera, adelante me voy, frances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-7752735059027221432?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7752735059027221432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=7752735059027221432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7752735059027221432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7752735059027221432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-matter-of-words.html' title='In a manner of speaking'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP75KLCpaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Wkfp1oy6eAU/s72-c/Language.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-1613449529881898305</id><published>2009-06-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:24:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SkB1JmVdGhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vibJI3vSneA/s1600-h/Friends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SkB1JmVdGhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vibJI3vSneA/s200/Friends1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350405165085956626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life rarely goes the way we think it ought to go. Unexpected bumps, bruises, smiles and surprises could make up a single day. Today I realized that when that happens you must embrace it. It's a chance to learn, grow and discover. If reality is denied for too long the moments can seem produced and far from true. And accepting this turbulent reality means steping out of yourself and seeing that your actions and reactions affect those around you, even when you think they are not watching.&lt;br /&gt;This summer I am blessed to have two jobs and one of them being a day camp counselor. Today was my first day. My plan to wake up at 6:30 am failed miserably as I ran out the door 20 minutes later than I had planned to leave. The weekend past had been an emotional one to say the least and had left me heart exhausted. My preocupied mind prompted me to miss my exit and find my way back amidst the morning rush of autos. It was at this point that I broke. Tear after tear streamed my face as I was overwhelmed with the reality that I may be late for my first day of work and would disappoint my co-workers and the children. I called out to Him for joy. I felt it missing in my life and was not sure where it had all gone. I miraculously made it to work on time, two minutes to spare. Before walking in I said a prayer of thanks and asked again for a joy, so that I could be there for the children. &lt;br /&gt;Just like life, He doesn't tend to answer in an expected way. As I walked into the room of children I slapped on a grin and prepared myself for the day ahead. Gradually my spirits lifted as the pains of the days melted and the brightness of the children's smiles and laughter healed my soul. In their happiness, frustration, insecuirity and contentment I felt for them and comforted or encouraged when I could. I had forgotten how wonderful it feels to receive a hug from a child. They are all so beautiful for their differences. For their innocence. Oh how I desire to return to my youth. Where a single day did not seem to last an eternity. Where adults were people whom I could trust. How I wish their innocence could brush upon me just as their joy did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-1613449529881898305?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1613449529881898305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=1613449529881898305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/1613449529881898305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/1613449529881898305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SkB1JmVdGhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vibJI3vSneA/s72-c/Friends1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-2008579561143724393</id><published>2009-06-10T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:46:22.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Gas Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP2lzNBssI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E90hCTYI8O0/s1600-h/IMG_7976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP2lzNBssI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E90hCTYI8O0/s200/IMG_7976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360399110761460418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night in L.A. started with a question. What should I wear? I was heading out to a gig by a band that I had never heard of. I didn't know the scene. Black tank, jeans and leopard print heels were the verdict. Black always seems to work. Saturday night, Echo Park was the destination. I didn't know what to expect. The freeways were pleasant enough as my bestie Ace and I filled up the drive with our stories from the year past. We arrived in a neighborhood reminiscent of the burbs of San Fran and the steep streets of Valparaiso, Chile. Chango cafe, the Magic Gas station and lack of parking were the highlights of our search for food. We settled for a pizza place that named their pizza styles after famous comedians and singers. The restaurant was packed with couples, families and old time friends chatting away in various languages. After we enjoyed our delish slices we headed to a nearby vinyl record store and browsed the selection before heading into the venue. Upon entering I noticed the intimate setting and strong air conditioning. I assumed it would be getting pretty crazy in there, still not sure what the crowd would be like, but I was open-minded and anxious to hear the opening band. Static was a unexpected combination. A very impressive female drummer with great beats, fast, driving, clean. The male and female vocal talents had interesting voices. Passionate but far from harmonious. I enjoyed the beats but soon headed outside to a grouping of slanted tables that made it awkward to sit. I couldn't imagine how someone even a little bit buzzed would be able to survive them. The next act was up soon enough and we wandered back in. Sounds reminiscent of the Doors, Hendrix and Led were being made. The bassist looked like Hyde from "That 70's Show".  The lead singer was amusing with his off-color side comments and lyrics. But the real show started when King Khan took the stage. The stage was filled with an unlikely pairing of band mates. The lead singer resembled James Brown, who he was striving to emulate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-2008579561143724393?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2008579561143724393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=2008579561143724393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/2008579561143724393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/2008579561143724393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/magic-gas-station.html' title='The Magic Gas Station'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SmP2lzNBssI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E90hCTYI8O0/s72-c/IMG_7976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-7369217589368898196</id><published>2009-02-17T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:26:40.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Song</title><content type='html'>The Romantic Era poet William Wordsworth defined poetry in quite a beautiful way, "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings," which takes its origin "from emotion recollected in tranquility."&lt;br /&gt;This definition, being firmly rooted in the Romantic love of Nature, is a clear description of what lyric poetry, or art song, entails.  The sights around him acted as an encouragement to describe his deep personal feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The natural world around us really is so inspirational. Last night as I was walking home in Buenos Aires I passed by an awe-inspiring sight. The sun was setting, creating a pink and orange swirl in the background of a beautifully oranate chapel overlapped with a flock of birds flying upwards out of the nearby tree. These three elements fit perfectly together to create a breathtaking scene and for a second I forgot that I was amidst the tall apartment buildings, crowded avenues and loud noises of the city. For an instant all was silent and at peace. The tranquility of an art song created spontaneously. But not by accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-7369217589368898196?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7369217589368898196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=7369217589368898196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7369217589368898196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/7369217589368898196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-song.html' title='Art Song'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381661848587249157.post-5897565769861908713</id><published>2008-06-04T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:50:14.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a few words...</title><content type='html'>Embarking on a journey.&lt;br /&gt;Finding my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting His light.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the good times.&lt;br /&gt;Collecting the new ones.&lt;br /&gt;Each day bringing joy or sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with a change.&lt;br /&gt;A sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;A sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting my every breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381661848587249157-5897565769861908713?l=mariposathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5897565769861908713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4381661848587249157&amp;postID=5897565769861908713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/5897565769861908713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4381661848587249157/posts/default/5897565769861908713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariposathoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-few-words.html' title='In a few words...'/><author><name>Hannah Rebekah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348308349474026251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BIp8GHau56M/SXdsnliMjKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Y9bAsD89Ipc/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
