<?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-3506267172653359813</id><updated>2011-04-22T23:30:29.986-07:00</updated><category term='fat girls fashion'/><category term='strength courage wisdom'/><title type='text'>meikomarionette</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-3878777107218706612</id><published>2008-10-02T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:21:25.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Than Fiction</title><content type='html'>People have always believed that they control their own destiny. However Stranger Than Fiction questioned that belief. Harold Crick seem to have complete control over his life until his watch broke. He didn't realize  first that perhaps everything he did was based off of the fate chosen for him. In actually we can't change our fate. We never could. We never had contro in the first place. I watched thisasainmovie the other day called Oldboy. This guy is kidnapped one day andplaced in a prison for 8 years. after he is realeased he seeks revenge.  The whole movie you think" Wow, this guys so cool, he's got complete control over his mind and body and so much more." But in the end you find out that the whole time he was being brainwashed to do everything he did after the momentof his release, he found out that his whole life was a set up, and he went home feeling like a used fool. It was truly sad. However, he found out that the entire time he was nver really in control. Ever. That how it is with humans. Wemay think we make choices, but in actuality it was already chosen for us to make that choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-3878777107218706612?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/3878777107218706612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=3878777107218706612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/3878777107218706612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/3878777107218706612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/10/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger Than Fiction'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-7646349748791383746</id><published>2008-09-05T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:48:41.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate or Freewill?</title><content type='html'>I believe that you live your life of your own freewill. Anything that you do will determine your future. For instance, you can go to the store and shoplift and get caught, or you can just go to the store and not steal anything, or our can just not go to the store. Anyway you choose, at the end of the day all of the outcomes will have a different effect on your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-7646349748791383746?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/7646349748791383746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=7646349748791383746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/7646349748791383746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/7646349748791383746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/09/fate-or-freewill.html' title='Fate or Freewill?'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-7559844113509741567</id><published>2008-08-28T18:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:27:13.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Royal (The Fight Scene)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In Battle Royal a hopeful black man goes to a function to get his scholarship. During the function the completely humiliate him in many ways. The scenes were very symbolic. One that caught me in particular was the fight scene. In the fight scene the man is put to fight aganst this other guy in order to win some cash and keep the white men from beating them up. He and all the other guys in the ring were made to put on white blindfolds and fight each other. I believe this symbolizes how the white men were trying to blind them from the truth and keep them fighting each other to keep them down an reassure themselves that they are better than him. Another symbol in thefight scene was the big guy he was fighting. The big guy was beating him up when all he wanted to do was give his speech and show the white men how smart he was and that he wanted peace however the big guy was too afraid to let him do it. He would rather fight someone who was on his side than stand up to the enemy. I belive this represents how some black people turn a blind eye to the world and just accepts what white people tell them to avoid the pain of having to accept the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-7559844113509741567?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/7559844113509741567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=7559844113509741567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/7559844113509741567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/7559844113509741567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/08/battle-royal-fight-scene.html' title='Battle Royal (The Fight Scene)'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-408256107015663273</id><published>2008-08-28T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:17:45.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Royal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-408256107015663273?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/408256107015663273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=408256107015663273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/408256107015663273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/408256107015663273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/08/battle-royal.html' title='Battle Royal'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-6465181875321932801</id><published>2008-08-25T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:18:30.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>BOOOOO!!!!!!!!!        BOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!       BOOOOOOO!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-6465181875321932801?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/6465181875321932801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=6465181875321932801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/6465181875321932801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/6465181875321932801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/08/boooooooo.html' title='BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-7258721422833117546</id><published>2008-08-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:25:44.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man with Enormous Wings</title><content type='html'>The man with wings is an angel. he's just a sort of old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corky&lt;/span&gt; one His magic doesn't work as well and his feathers shed a lot. He's just getting old thats all. He's probably not as powerful as he used to be, because when the disabled people touched him something did happen, just not what they wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-7258721422833117546?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/7258721422833117546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=7258721422833117546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/7258721422833117546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/7258721422833117546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-with-enormous-wings.html' title='The Man with Enormous Wings'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-124592395455581827</id><published>2008-08-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:11:42.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cathedral Narrator is a Guy!</title><content type='html'>The narrator in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cathedral&lt;/span&gt; is definitely male because of his attitude that he shows toward his wife and the blind man while he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;narrating&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;. He has this sort of chauvinistic way of describing the way he felt about is wife and her blind friend, he also seemed very selfish and ignorant. He kind of reminded me of the stereotypical high school jock that gets jealous of the sweet sensitive guy that his girlfriend has a crush on. These are normal characteristics of dominant male characters. So...thats why i think the narrator is a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-124592395455581827?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/124592395455581827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=124592395455581827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/124592395455581827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/124592395455581827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/08/cathedral-narrarator-is-guy.html' title='The Cathedral Narrator is a Guy!'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-3448286050244814428</id><published>2008-08-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:38:42.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat girls fashion'/><title type='text'>My Rough Draft(I believe....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    I believe in cute clothes for big girls. Shopping is rarely fun for a girl larger than a size 12. Time and Time again I have had to face the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;humiliation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of having to leave a clothing store because I couldn't even fit into their largest sizes. I've only found one store that takes care of my needs. Most stores normally stop at a size 12, and you could always tell by that smirk the cashier lady gave you that that was not a store that "carried your size". I know what your thinking,"Just lose weight,"but anyone whose ever been that overweight knows that it is not that simple. Losing weight is a long and difficult battle, so why not look good during the fight? One of my 1st and worse experiences happened when I was around 10.  Limited Too was the love of my life.  I used to look at their catalogs all the time and imagine myself in all of their cute clothes.  However,  I was too young to realize just how "Limited" Limited Too was. When my mom asked the lady what the largest sizes were she said "12/14". Nothing in that store felt even remotely like a 12/14. Not even the tracksuits. It was heartbreaking. What kind of message are they trying to send girls like me? That big girls aren't supposed to be cute? That big girls don't deserve cute clothes? I wonder what it was like for my mother to have to tell me that I can't shop in my dream store and wear pretty clothes like the other girls because I'm too fat to fit the clothes. While my friends came back to school year after year wearing the latest fashions, I had to come back wearing my Aunts latest hand me downs. What 10 year old wears Liz Claiborne? I understand that I wont be able to pull off a halter top and some booty shorts but come on! Can't a big girl get a pair of jeans or a tee-shirt or something? These stores need to stop hating on the curvy cuties and start making larger sizes. Your clothes have a lot to do with people's first impression of you, so everyone (including big girls) wants to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-3448286050244814428?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/3448286050244814428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=3448286050244814428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/3448286050244814428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/3448286050244814428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-rough-drafti-believe.html' title='My Rough Draft(I believe....)'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-4309822868167534084</id><published>2008-08-17T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:45:23.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength courage wisdom'/><title type='text'>Flyleaf Quote</title><content type='html'>Quote - "Fully alive, more than those ready to smile, and love life, Fully Alive now she knows how to believe in futures." - Flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live this quote. I won't say that I've had the hardest life ever but, it hasn't been very easy at all. Sometimes I question why it had to be me, but i realize that I'm not alone, and that all these things make me stronger. I never realized how strong I was till this weekend. I went over a so-called friends house to hang out. There has lately been a lot of drama surronding me and her but thats another story..... I have no idea what this girl told her mother about me but the entire time I was there her mother was sooo rude to me. She cut me off when I was talking, she would make rude comments about me behind my back to her daughter, and pretty much was going out of her way to make me feel uncomfortable and unwelcomed in her home. It took a lot of strength for me to take it in such stride. I know for a fact that if her daughter were in the same position she would have cracked under the pressure they were putting on me. However I've been through worse, I handled it with as much grace and respect as I could possibly show and vowed to never come back to her house again. I realized the true meaning in the quote. Who knows how I would have reacted to that whole situation if I wasn't already used to it. Not only did that situation make me realize how strong &lt;em&gt;mentally &lt;/em&gt;I was but it also made me even stronger. I am Fully Alive and more alive than those who've had it easy and never experienced true pain or hurt. Through all of my experiences I have learned how to handle the future. In all my struggles I have learned how to how to be mature when others aren't, how to not follow the crowd, and how to love myself in spite of what others may think. I think that would qualify me as Fully Alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-4309822868167534084?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/4309822868167534084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=4309822868167534084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/4309822868167534084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/4309822868167534084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/08/flyleaf-quote.html' title='Flyleaf Quote'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506267172653359813.post-4263502829982235201</id><published>2008-08-14T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:01:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEIKO SAYS HI</title><content type='html'>HI PPL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3506267172653359813-4263502829982235201?l=meikomarionette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/feeds/4263502829982235201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3506267172653359813&amp;postID=4263502829982235201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/4263502829982235201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3506267172653359813/posts/default/4263502829982235201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meikomarionette.blogspot.com/2008/08/meiko-says-hi.html' title='MEIKO SAYS HI'/><author><name>Amaya Marionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093439455575141085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
