<?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-3899191463890762599</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:52:27.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a dreamer of dreams.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-5190271231613742874</id><published>2010-02-13T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:02:29.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money Money Money</title><content type='html'>I hate that money tends to speed up our dying process. If you think about it, money is one of the biggest problems people stress over. Whether it is for rent, car payment, food, medicine, gas and so forth. We have seen what happens to those who have no money, they are those who commit crimes in desperate needs, end up on the streets with nothing, drives some of us into so much debt that ends up in the result of severe depression. So many examples I could give but we see can see it every day. We all have our own money issues as should everyone. I am not married, nor do I have children, but I do help support a family. Since I was eleven I have been working, I hated the fact that my parents who had no money had to buy me things I would want. So ever since then I have worked being able to afford the things I wanted and pay for my activities through out school. Later things changed when my parents got divorced and my priorities changed. I never complained or argued the fact that what I was doing made me anymore of a bigger person. I am here in this world to help and give. Money can also be the cause of families falling apart, in which in my opinion is completely selfish and cowardly. When in a relationship where it is married or getting there, there is no such thing as mine or yours. Time to grow the hell up and realize that families survive on ours. So I am venting on this subject just because of some things so no worries to anyone who reads this. I hope to one day take what I have learned from the financial struggles of others.  What I make was never mine to begin with, so why should I be so selfish. Anyways no matter what happens life is great and I love every minute of it. The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-5190271231613742874?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/5190271231613742874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=5190271231613742874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5190271231613742874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5190271231613742874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2010/02/money-money-money-money.html' title='Money Money Money Money'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-7077163294871356280</id><published>2010-01-06T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:23:23.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TxKOtJmbI/AAAAAAAAAac/C3e2yklpKEc/s1600-h/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TxKOtJmbI/AAAAAAAAAac/C3e2yklpKEc/s200/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423725009309374898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TxJoEtjDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MTHoc_0clag/s1600-h/0924091009a.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/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TxJoEtjDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MTHoc_0clag/s200/0924091009a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423724998939216946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TxIyDxGbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-MPaUlCE4qI/s1600-h/mail_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TxIyDxGbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-MPaUlCE4qI/s200/mail_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423724984439740850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been way too long since I have done one of these. So where do I start? Just this last year I have been attending the Le Cordon Bleu of Las Vegas finishing up my degree. Some of you may know that I first started in San Francisco, love the place and miss it but that's the way life is. I finished in school classes on the 18th of Dec. Let me tell you I am so glad that I do not have to drive down to Vegas every day. Yes I drove to Vegas everyday and it was not fun. Oh well, now I am working at a wonderful place called Heritage Catering broadening my skills. I guess now I will be taking it one day at a time, getting myself more involved with friends, church, and just having a great time. What more can I ask for, I have made some amazing friends in the last few months and sadly to say have lost a couple who have turned goober. I think this is good for today, I think I will do better at this from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-7077163294871356280?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/7077163294871356280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=7077163294871356280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/7077163294871356280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/7077163294871356280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TxKOtJmbI/AAAAAAAAAac/C3e2yklpKEc/s72-c/IMG_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-4328089098420309812</id><published>2009-03-11T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:38:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you have to let people know how you feel. Whether they might just want to be friends and nothing more at the time hold on to that person. Who knows what could happen. Friendship is were the basis of everything starts. I wonder about those who tend to lest say "fall in love on first sight". That may be true but also that friendship need to come before what comes next. I hope that the friendship i have with a certain some one continues to grow and who knows. Come what may is what i say. I am grateful for the ones in my life that make it so much more better and interesting. I also wonder if telling someone you have feelings for them is too much. I guess i feel that they should know and if its not the time then i will continue to be friends and wait till then. I have no idea if anyone ever reads these but yeah. Anyways those are my thoughts for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-4328089098420309812?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/4328089098420309812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=4328089098420309812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/4328089098420309812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/4328089098420309812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-3407652165459676007</id><published>2009-03-03T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:34:09.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando me levanto en la manana, su cada es la primer cosa que cruza mi mente. Aun que solomente somos amigos, me hace dano cuando no puedo campartir contigo cuanto to quero. Cada dia es un dia en que yo quero morir porque no estamos juntos. Tengo miedo si te cuento como me siento nuestra amistad esta a juego y no quiero perdir este amistad tan amoroso que tenemos. Que hago entonces? Olvidar mis sentimientos y continuar como si nada esta pasando? Como puedo placticar contigo si tu sientes algo para mi. Como quisiera hablar contigo ahora, pero no. Yo quiero el mejor para ti, y por esa modo voy a esperar y ojala que un dia sabremos. Solomente fue algunos semanas en que he sentido asi y no se el razon por que. Ya me voy a dejar de quejar si alguen esta liendo eso lo siento, no mas tenia que dicir lo que estaba pensando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-3407652165459676007?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/3407652165459676007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=3407652165459676007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/3407652165459676007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/3407652165459676007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuando-me-levanto-en-la-manana-su-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-621699147907188377</id><published>2008-11-01T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:30:15.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess its rambling</title><content type='html'>If had decided to give all of this up an go home what would you say. I know haven't given much info but do I stay here and fight it out and let my family suffer. I know we all have struggles, I know that this life wasn't meant to be easy. Trials are a part of my life and i am grateful for them. But what does one do when the ones he loves struggle. Sacrifice is one of the principles of the gospel, how much do we sacrifice? I am just rambling i guess getting thoughts and stresses off my mind. I don't know how much longer i have to do it this way. Sure i am young, but there is so much that you don't know about me. And i know that others have it harder than i do. Well what can i do. Continue forward is all i can do right now. i don't even know if any one will ever read any of these. If we never meet again or if we lose contact over the years, know that i am grateful to have known you and thanks for the light you have shown me. No this isn't my last entry but we never know what tomorrow will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-621699147907188377?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/621699147907188377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=621699147907188377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/621699147907188377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/621699147907188377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-guess-its-rambling.html' title='I guess its rambling'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-916658934867916513</id><published>2008-10-29T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:11:43.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SQkl5A0UswI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JU5S4aJdAsE/s1600-h/IMG_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SQkl5A0UswI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JU5S4aJdAsE/s200/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262779300961366786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SQkl45JbtkI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XBwiG95H690/s1600-h/IMG_0743.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/_DknL1JaVEOg/SQkl45JbtkI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XBwiG95H690/s200/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262779298902423106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats right, it's that time again when we get to dress up like crazy things. Not to mention all of the freaking candy, candy, and more candy that you can eat until you puke. Scary places, such as haunted houses and spook alleys and who knows what. Oh wait I do, Alcatraz!!!! I had the opportunity to visit the rock and it was quit an experience. A little spooky yes but the story behind it all was pretty cool. Anyways um i don't know where i was going with this. So i moved this last weekend with some friends from the ward and i must say that it is really nice. It's not so bad living out here, the only thing i would change is having to be at school at 7 in the morning. I think 8 is better. Well what ever you decide to do this weekend have fun and be safe and don't eat too much candy. As for me, i think i might dance it up in Berkley&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-916658934867916513?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/916658934867916513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=916658934867916513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/916658934867916513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/916658934867916513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-halloween.html' title='It&apos;s Halloween!'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SQkl5A0UswI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JU5S4aJdAsE/s72-c/IMG_0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-5875326032893381484</id><published>2008-10-08T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:59:03.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Duty with the tags. Now i have to add Pictures</title><content type='html'>Lets Do This!!!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Old Are You? 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://285A05C0-A77B-4CDA-BC97-C561779090E3/cover_cd_22_textheft.jpg" alt="cover_cd_22_textheft.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite color? White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://B6BBD72B-FD43-4648-873E-0B4EAEDDDED4/white5.JPG.jpg" alt="white5.JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite food? Italian! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://19941EDC-61D2-48AC-935C-16B90824377F/italianFoodTable.jpg" alt="italianFoodTable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Past love? Blake Lively! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://E549876C-2EAC-4D4F-92DD-4FBFF646A5BC/blake-lively-brad-pitt-03.jpg" alt="blake-lively-brad-pitt-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Favorite Treat? Cheesecake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://2E4AB9C8-5A9E-4EE9-A6F9-0DB15EF5122A/cheescake.jpg" alt="cheescake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;First Name? Daniel Last Name? Vela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://9EF2C106-81F7-4AA5-9E07-4249620BD7F2/jack-daniel-old-no-7-whiskey.gif" alt="jack-daniel-old-no-7-whiskey.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Last Name? Vela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://15D01078-C95F-477B-BB22-BCB12385DAFB/90_12_58---Christmas-Candle_web.jpg" alt="90_12_58---Christmas-Candle_web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;What are you doing right now? Laying down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://37935245-7B64-4F04-B9FE-E799D4ED5CD1/snoopy.jpg" alt="snoopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt; Vacation Spot? Disneyland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://212B3687-9690-44E3-94B0-4FE1B0E9D722/disneyland%20paris_1195132957.jpg" alt="disneyland paris_1195132957.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Place you most want to visit? Italy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://989B9A98-4A1A-4B4E-981F-309226B20CE3/Italy_color.GIF.gif" alt="Italy_color.GIF.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt; Where did I grow up? St. George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://CC12FE74-7DD4-4E04-86DB-0C914E830A58/st_george.jpg" alt="st_george.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wow, I tag Everyone who looks at this!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-5875326032893381484?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/5875326032893381484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=5875326032893381484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5875326032893381484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5875326032893381484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/10/double-duty-with-tags-now-i-have-to-add.html' title='Double Duty with the tags. Now i have to add Pictures'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-5105450626052415440</id><published>2008-10-08T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:13:40.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged, Thanks Britt</title><content type='html'>Well here we go.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 t.v. shows i like to watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Family Guy... Pretty much the best show ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Friends... got love Joey and Rachel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Simpsons... yep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Everybody loves Raymond.... Oh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Fraiser.... "oh come on niles!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Rebelde "si soy rebelde"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Fresh Prince......"WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Supernatural Just started it, again thanks to Britt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Restaurants..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 The Olive Garden when you're here you're family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Wingers, gotta love that sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. In n Out.... Oh man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Pizza Factory......Just because I got Free Food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Dos Piñas... So good after a day in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ken's Kitchen, chinese anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Hulas.... chico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Samurai 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things that happened yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. sat in front of a computer for five hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Watched Butcher Matt take apart a quarter hind cow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Downloaded lots of music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Talked to my parents, and yes i talk to them everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Watched a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Cooked some rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Almost died.... I had a sneeze attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Rode on the amazing shuttle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things i am looking forward to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 The weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. making some money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Idomineo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. sleeping a good nights sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. a better apartment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 getting a fridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Cooking dinner for Krista and her roommate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. going home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things on my wish list..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 to see the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 to do no. 1 with someone special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 skydive somewhere and live for that moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 to get kitchen math over with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. to know your thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. to see heaven just for a second and then share it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Go to the temple in Oakland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. go to the ben folds concert next month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 people i hear by tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telsha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Tophams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patric &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DoDo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-5105450626052415440?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/5105450626052415440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=5105450626052415440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5105450626052415440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5105450626052415440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged-thanks-britt.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged, Thanks Britt'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-3731777885498259026</id><published>2008-09-25T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T19:57:32.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for some though I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SNxPZqLbVNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HFtmIV4LI0g/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SNxPZqLbVNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HFtmIV4LI0g/s200/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250158567844697298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SNxPZ3yhx9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/dpN6V5RmlCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SNxPZ3yhx9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/dpN6V5RmlCQ/s200/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250158571498358738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SNxPaCsP0cI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ttD7CBsYQQM/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SNxPaCsP0cI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ttD7CBsYQQM/s200/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250158574424805826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to think of something inspiring to write, but when it comes down to it I really don't have anything. Oh well right, so I guess I'll just fill in on what has been going on. Since I have started my incredible journey here in San Francisco I have come across a lot of different types people. Most of them I feel like we are not that different, it would seem that we have the same set of values, trying to do the best we can to get ahead in life. We all have families whom we love and i believe we would be willing to do anything for them to watch them succeed in life, or even help them out. I see my peers at school and the things that at the time are probably really important to them. They enjoy having fun in a way that I guess you could say only brings a temporary happiness. Just at the start of this week i saw four different students have a great time over the weekend with an additional black eye as a sign of self rewarding and not to mention the story that led up to it. Fun...... I don't think I am missing out on anything there. I have also been surprised by a few others who do things that I wouldn't  have thought did those. I keep telling my self that I shouldn't be surprised. I always feel bad for them. There is so much that they are missing out on. I would rather spend my nights at institute, or enjoying my night with friends knowing that we aren't going to regret anything. &lt;div&gt;I see those people who are on the streets and wonder how many of them actually have homes to go to at the end of the day. I wonder if I have ever given money to someone who really didn't need it. I see so many people from every part of the world, a really diverse city. I really enjoy it even though there are many differences there are many similarities. For example we are all children of One that knows everything about us. He knows what we need, an how to strengthen them. We all have the opportunity to live with our families for eternity, and enjoy the blessing of the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ. The only thing is they don't know where to find it. I live in a place where there are only two stakes. Missionaries can't do all of the work, I have been blessed with the opportunity to share the gospel with some of those in my class. That is where it starts, sharing the Gospel. They might not agree with everything you say or believe, and thats okay the important part is sharing it. Who knows maybe in the future they will remember how much the Gospel meant to you and they will remember that. I really didn't know where I was going with this one but I guess it was something I needed to say and remind my self of. Whoever reads this I just want to let you know I love you, even if I don't really know you, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-3731777885498259026?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/3731777885498259026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=3731777885498259026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/3731777885498259026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/3731777885498259026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-for-some-though-i-guess.html' title='Just for some though I guess'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SNxPZqLbVNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HFtmIV4LI0g/s72-c/IMG_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-5471215285593094996</id><published>2008-09-04T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:30:46.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Cooking Equals World Peace</title><content type='html'>Some thing I thought was funny that my chef instructor said."Imagine two leaders from different nations, who are coming together to solve conflicts or war. If you put these two people into a room and let them discuss their terms and chit chat. When it is time for lunch you have a great chef who makes a remarkable meal. The plating is set amazingly, and the atmosphere is calm and friendly. Then comes the food that totally astounds these two world leaders. They begin to talk of the food they are eating, the conversation changes to better things and all of what once was is now gone. They leave in a completely different mood. They forget what they were even there for. Now if we had brought in a cook who didn't really know what was going on, the food was bad, and they aren't very happy. How do you think that would have turned out. Great cooking and food equals world peace!" -Chef Mike Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-5471215285593094996?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/5471215285593094996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=5471215285593094996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5471215285593094996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5471215285593094996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-cooking-equals-world-peace.html' title='Great Cooking Equals World Peace'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-6557546963112557839</id><published>2008-08-23T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:29:58.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got the chance to think for a bit today as i walked the shore of the marina in San Francisco. Wondering of all the great things God has given me. I sometimes take for granted the little things in life that just bring peace to the soul. I've always heard that change is good, although it's not easy. I know that my time here will be well spent. Sometimes I think I am crazy living out here alone. I often reflect of the memories from home and friends. How I miss them so, but this is something that have to overcome. Nobody said it was going to be easy to grow, I just have to keep telling myself I am not alone here in San Francisco. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-6557546963112557839?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/6557546963112557839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=6557546963112557839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/6557546963112557839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/6557546963112557839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-chance-to-think-for-bit-today-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-2501552890839621585</id><published>2008-08-23T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:18:19.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2v8uUCVI/AAAAAAAAARs/mQKfwmZcfa4/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2v8uUCVI/AAAAAAAAARs/mQKfwmZcfa4/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237887301502372178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2wAjxH9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/XIFCHkPhD_w/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2wAjxH9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/XIFCHkPhD_w/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237887302531882962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2woHKkAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/L59qyJj7OEw/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2woHKkAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/L59qyJj7OEw/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237887313149333506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2w05ndQI/AAAAAAAAASE/XPTz4w0Gtyk/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2w05ndQI/AAAAAAAAASE/XPTz4w0Gtyk/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237887316582167810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2xJ2kIxI/AAAAAAAAASM/vn1GjrypTvE/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2xJ2kIxI/AAAAAAAAASM/vn1GjrypTvE/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237887322206511890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on." - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carl Sandburg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-2501552890839621585?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/2501552890839621585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=2501552890839621585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/2501552890839621585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/2501552890839621585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/08/fog-comes-on-little-cat-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/SLC2v8uUCVI/AAAAAAAAARs/mQKfwmZcfa4/s72-c/IMG_0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-5374294662601614194</id><published>2008-08-11T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:14:24.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the last couple of days have been spent in deep silence and ponder. Alone in silence is a good time to think about all of the blessing that you have received and also a time to think about what is to come. Remember that silence is good, but don't let take control of the time that you have to explore a new world. Passion is what brings be here to study the art of culinary, and it is the same passion that drives my creativity in the kitchen, and my dear friend that is what I am serving to you. Passion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-5374294662601614194?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/5374294662601614194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=5374294662601614194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5374294662601614194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/5374294662601614194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-last-couple-of-days-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899191463890762599.post-4562238671315703309</id><published>2008-08-02T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:01:26.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here i go!!!</title><content type='html'>So today is the day of my first blog experience. I still don't know what I am doing but who knows, maybe i'll get the hang of it. So i am originally from St. George UT,  and have lived there for about eight  years. I spent two years serving a full time mission in Roseville California  for my Savior, and my church. So now I am moving to San Francisco to attend the California Culinary Academy to begin my career. I truly adore my friend and family. These last couple of weeks have been really trying and great. I am grateful for you guys, really I am. I don't think I could have made this far with out all of you. Especially those of you I have recently spent time with. Much love everybody. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899191463890762599-4562238671315703309?l=danvela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/feeds/4562238671315703309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899191463890762599&amp;postID=4562238671315703309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/4562238671315703309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899191463890762599/posts/default/4562238671315703309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danvela.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-here-i-go.html' title='Well here i go!!!'/><author><name>Dan Vela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10468482644191172207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DknL1JaVEOg/S0TtwKVyoCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TigX4FNwFf4/S220/IMG_1076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
