<?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-5348348</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:47:07.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect skin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maystardesign.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maystardesign.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>x</name><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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348348.post-94014785</id><published>2003-05-08T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T15:50:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maystar.blogspot.com"&gt;* MAYSTAR DESIGNS *----------------ENTER HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348348-94014785?l=maystardesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348348/posts/default/94014785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348348/posts/default/94014785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maystardesign.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94014785' title=''/><author><name>x</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5348348.post-93652711</id><published>2003-05-02T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T15:51:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the may story: short bio. hmmmm....this could turn into a book, so i'll shorten it. may was born march 10, 1983 in lake arrowhead. She is cherokee indian, german, english, irish, and scottish. she is 19th cousin to prince charles, which means that if you kill about 10,000 engish people, may could become queen...(maybe). her parents got divorced when she was 9 months old. she had a wonderful, adventurous, happy childhood with her mother. then one day, at age 7, while visiting her dad, the mean and evil grandfather came and kidnapped may. he then put a false restraining order on her mother for domestic violence. may wanted to go home to her mother, but the court wouldn't let her. then the evil grandfather shipped may up to alaska to live with the strict aunt with the mean husband. the wonderful mother borrowed a lot of money from people and went up to alaska, fought court battles, and after about a year and a half got may back. yay! may now had a new baby brother. so things were not quite the same. &lt;br /&gt;but, over time everything went back to normal. and right after that happened, when may was 11, guess what?! she got taken away again! random people came to our house, saw the little brother's toys all over the floor, and said "this house is a mess, you must be depressed" and took the poor mother away. they put her in the hospital for "depression" and because "she didn't make arrangements for her kids" (they wouldn't let her), ...they threw the kids into a modern day orphanage called orangewood. from there it got worse. may didn't get to see her brother for months. and she only got to see her mother for an hour a week, with a big mean person listening to everything they said, ready to terminate their visits at any mention of god or of running away. then may went into foster homes, and her brother got adopted against their mom's will.&lt;br /&gt;then may went to a group home that was so horrible that you even had to ask to eat or go to the bathroom, to go to your room, to go on the front porch, and so on. if you didn't shake hands with every person that came to the door, you would be worse than grounded. you were not allowed to hug or touch anyone, you had to spent at least 12 hours a week deep cleaning, you only got 15 minutes a day to talk on the phone. No internet. if you were lucky you could see your friends for 4 hours a week, but you could not get in their cars, and the group home people would spy on you...you had to say "okay" to everything they said, no matter what it was!! it was like living under a totalitarian government!! ...there were a lot more horrible things too, but this is trying to be a "short" story! &lt;br /&gt;at that time may did not get to see her "mommy" for a year and a half. then may went into more foster homes and etc, etc... her mom went to court over and over again, but there were too many lies and misunderstandings in the papers, and may never did get her mommy back. from age 7 or age 11, whichever way you want to look at it, may lived the rest of her life without parents. without love. without even an animal to hold. without anything. imagine that? how would you like to lose your entire family when you were that young? may turned 18 and tried to go home...but home was no more. the house was gone. the cat was gone. the brother was gone. and the mother had gone crazy from losing her only love, her children. the damage was irreparable. may's past had been erased. and all hope was finally gone. &lt;br /&gt;may, age 19, is now a theatre major at ucsd. she's trying to catch up on the years of life she missed....being a child, and being a teenager....at the same time, she also has to live the life of an adult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5348348-93652711?l=maystardesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348348/posts/default/93652711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5348348/posts/default/93652711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maystardesign.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93652711' title=''/><author><name>x</name><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></entry></feed>
