<?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-2704684049313221093</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:49:06.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boldly Capturing Life</title><subtitle type='html'>random, vibrant, captivating, redundant, little crazy, but loving</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428418412613101775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP__Hb_hLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZlZ_bbyEb3A/S220/_DSC0058.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704684049313221093.post-6702078928834460356</id><published>2011-06-16T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:21:28.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmkEILvnfC4/TfoDUjF-o9I/AAAAAAAAACA/reGlpS_OPNU/s1600/_DSC0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmkEILvnfC4/TfoDUjF-o9I/AAAAAAAAACA/reGlpS_OPNU/s320/_DSC0609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618807136650699730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-6702078928834460356?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6702078928834460356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/6702078928834460356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/6702078928834460356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Moni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428418412613101775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP__Hb_hLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZlZ_bbyEb3A/S220/_DSC0058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmkEILvnfC4/TfoDUjF-o9I/AAAAAAAAACA/reGlpS_OPNU/s72-c/_DSC0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704684049313221093.post-2573515701945593622</id><published>2011-06-16T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:23:17.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE YEAR....</title><content type='html'>so,i havent written in a long time on here. so lets see....whats new? well first of all, ive been at the u of a for 2 years now, and this past year...was interesting, many new relationships in my life have come and gone. people have around me have been travling all over the world while i stick out here, going to the u of a art school, and applied to a couple other art schools around the country. when me and my mom and sister went to NY, it really opened my eyes to the fact that I have always wanted  to live in a big city, with exposure to things, the world, and learn some new stuff, on my own. Ive really learned so much about myself being here in tucson for the past 2 years, hard things. and I have come to find a love for Tucson more since moving back here after leaving for a year. this time is hard for me right now, even though I got into an art school in San Francisco, and Im off to study photography, im kinda nervous, and thats rare for me, but the more I think about it, the more im realizing that I am gonna be on my own, and thats scary. and i keep bringing excuses or doubts up about it, but i think its making me see that this is going to be a good growing time for me. I know that i have many talents and abilities, and that god wants really good things for me, but i need to stop worrying, and trust him to lead me.  so in the meatime, just pumpin out ore photos, getting experience has been real good, and im just enjoying summer, honestly id love to travel somewhere, just for a bit. but idk if thats gonna happen. mmm, we'll see/.maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-2573515701945593622?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/2573515701945593622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/soi-havent-written-in-long-time-on-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/2573515701945593622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/2573515701945593622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/soi-havent-written-in-long-time-on-here.html' title='THE YEAR....'/><author><name>Moni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428418412613101775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP__Hb_hLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZlZ_bbyEb3A/S220/_DSC0058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704684049313221093.post-5071365461047880166</id><published>2011-06-16T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T05:51:32.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARISSSSSS</title><content type='html'>http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-5071365461047880166?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/5071365461047880166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/parissssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/5071365461047880166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/5071365461047880166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2011/06/parissssss.html' title='PARISSSSSS'/><author><name>Moni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428418412613101775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP__Hb_hLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZlZ_bbyEb3A/S220/_DSC0058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704684049313221093.post-3769207618908630004</id><published>2010-08-12T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T03:52:44.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>steps</title><content type='html'>here comes the next step. Another year of college, it would seem normal to most, but ... its not. it doesnt feel normal, feels pushed, out of place. but here i am, doing this thing called life, and trying to make sense of why i do what i do. im at this place right now, where i get so confused all of the time, and im never sure of what i want to do, who i want to be with, and where i should be. too many unsure things. i wish, soo badly that i knew the next steps. haaa, what am i saying, i would hate life like that.  i love spontaneity, and rash decisions. but, for now, i guess im gonna have to settle for normal. monotonous. and , i so badly want to be ok with that. taking a trip, thinking that its the thing that is going to help me figure out whats going on, or what im doing. stupid to think like that? i feel like sometimes it takes getting out of your bubble and comfort zone to see whats really going on. i think i see that i havent been me, been trying to be happy, or some version of that, and not get confused, but keep going as if everything is ok, and i can handle it all. but NO, i cant do that anymore. i hate fakeness, and i dont want to be anymore. i want to live out who i am. treat people the way i know i should, say the right things, not just what i want to say. I have to be me, and thats a womans reflection in  the bridegroom Christ. I am a lover, always have been, and i cant keep trying to fill that spot with unworthy candidates. i must stop. listening to my friend talking about love, and the beauty of jesus. and then hearing the guitar chords of another friend in the other room, it was as if peace and a feeling of refuge came over me. i need that, peace,and refuge, and i have to stop thinking that its a place that is that. It a person. a spirit, and i have to stop going going going to find that. i have to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-3769207618908630004?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/3769207618908630004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/08/steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/3769207618908630004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/3769207618908630004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/08/steps.html' title='steps'/><author><name>Moni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428418412613101775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP__Hb_hLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZlZ_bbyEb3A/S220/_DSC0058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704684049313221093.post-514219905818809137</id><published>2010-07-23T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:09:00.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blasted with fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEpZLh-eC8I/AAAAAAAAABg/sWsvoFq7vaQ/s1600/_DSC0740_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEpZLh-eC8I/AAAAAAAAABg/sWsvoFq7vaQ/s320/_DSC0740_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497304349792930754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-514219905818809137?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/514219905818809137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/blasted-with-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/514219905818809137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/514219905818809137'/><link 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happen to her&lt;br /&gt;everyday she writes words and more words&lt;br /&gt;just to spit out the thoughts that keep floating inside&lt;br /&gt;and she's strong when the dreams come cos' they&lt;br /&gt;take her, cover her, they are all over&lt;br /&gt;the reality looks far now, but don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;how can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far, there's this little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was praying for something good to happen to her&lt;br /&gt;from time to time there are colors and shapes&lt;br /&gt;dazzling her eyes, tickling her hands&lt;br /&gt;they invent her a new world with&lt;br /&gt;oil skies and aquarelle rivers&lt;br /&gt;but don't you run away already&lt;br /&gt;please don't go oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;how can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and dive&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;how can you stay outside?&lt;br /&gt;There's a beautiful mess&lt;br /&gt;beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far there's this little girl&lt;br /&gt;she was praying for something big to happen to her&lt;br /&gt;every night she hears beautiful strange music&lt;br /&gt;it's everywhere there's nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;but if it fades she begs&lt;br /&gt;"oh lord don't take it from me, don't take it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "I guess I'll have to give it birth&lt;br /&gt;to give it birth&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I guess I have to give it birth&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to, have to give it birth&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside and it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at yourself now&lt;br /&gt;deep inside&lt;br /&gt;deeper than you ever dared&lt;br /&gt;deeper than you ever dared&lt;br /&gt;there's a beautiful mess inside&lt;br /&gt;beautiful mess inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-887234266106977365?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/887234266106977365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/far-far-yael-naim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/887234266106977365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/887234266106977365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/far-far-yael-naim.html' title='Far Far: Yael Naim'/><author><name>Moni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428418412613101775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP__Hb_hLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZlZ_bbyEb3A/S220/_DSC0058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704684049313221093.post-6518197013628396391</id><published>2010-07-19T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:29:42.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RELATIONSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;relationship, feels like something that everyone wants, all the time, the feeling of being longed for. to know that someone really cares about you and wants to know who you are and treat you like an important person. deep, intimate real relationship is so rare, i think that people treat relationships with such callous, like its something so normal and easy to have. so people just jump into something quick and bare themself so quick, and sometimes it can be ok. but most of the time, its not right and people get hurt with they lack of judgement. it hurts to see people around me in relationships that i know wont last. i want that for all of them, and myself.  its such a thing of beauty, real, true honest relationship, selfless, loving the other more than yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-6518197013628396391?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/6518197013628396391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/relationship-feels-like-something-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/6518197013628396391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/6518197013628396391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/relationship-feels-like-something-that.html' title='RELATIONSHIP'/><author><name>Moni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428418412613101775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP__Hb_hLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZlZ_bbyEb3A/S220/_DSC0058.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704684049313221093.post-392325573527271849</id><published>2010-07-19T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:06:47.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP5hKfkJMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zdktwe128C0/s1600/_DSC0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP5hKfkJMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zdktwe128C0/s320/_DSC0476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495510318469883074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-392325573527271849?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/392325573527271849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/392325573527271849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704684049313221093/posts/default/392325573527271849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Moni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12428418412613101775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP__Hb_hLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZlZ_bbyEb3A/S220/_DSC0058.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWh6mVhk5dw/TEP5hKfkJMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zdktwe128C0/s72-c/_DSC0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704684049313221093.post-1927511939871964473</id><published>2010-07-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:04:39.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new life</title><content type='html'>so here it is, the first writting of a virgin blogger. will i write interesting things? well, we shall see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704684049313221093-1927511939871964473?l=boldlycapturinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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