<?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-7752281582004653352</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:36:09.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iitsmeeAnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709343748599160989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcr-B1oZIrY/SOe7nji_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EVz3761oAWY/S220/101_0830.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752281582004653352.post-7872268396076969774</id><published>2009-01-27T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:12:41.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dont Understand</title><content type='html'>What I dont fRKken Understand is why parents or grandparents get mad when your with the opposite sex, thinking your going to do something bad with them. WTF its not like they have been through that stage. i guess they really dont trust us and think that we are stupid enough to do shit like that. WTF man. It all in their crazy minds that we are going to do something bad. And so what if we all have boyfriends or girlfriends, like WTF thats the stage we are all gonna have to go through. How else do you think they got married and had those children, well duh... with the opposite sex. Stupid Adults these days. I mean i know they are just trying to "Protect" us but c'mon, all children are gonna grow and live and past all those stages in life. Parents say they are always trying to do what is right, but really if there was only one way of doing things, "The Right Way" then the world would be Frkn BORING and Lifeless. Evry one has their own individuality. so c'mon please people learn and stop drilling crazy s@#$t in your minds thinking that if a guy and a girl are sitting together, its not like they are gonna frkin $@@#!.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This just annoys me how most parents are like that, i guess its just the way they grew up, but we shouldnt relate the bad things in the past to the things in the present. If it happend to you how do you know you kids will do the same, Kids and their parents have different personalities and think and like different things, Kids arent your freeking "Mini-Me's!!!!". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thats stupid too, if you have guy friends and you hanging with them, they ask you and point to one of the guys "Is that your boyfriend?" WTF c'mon. haha funny but still they expect TOO MUCH. is it too much to ask for you not to think that way, that only way your like that is because you see too many things and apply it to you kids, its not like we are the other person and we will do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!! im so glad i let this out. If yall want to know the story just ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752281582004653352-7872268396076969774?l=amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/7872268396076969774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752281582004653352&amp;postID=7872268396076969774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/7872268396076969774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/7872268396076969774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-understand.html' title='I Dont Understand'/><author><name>iitsmeeAnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709343748599160989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcr-B1oZIrY/SOe7nji_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EVz3761oAWY/S220/101_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752281582004653352.post-6887262095459212550</id><published>2008-10-19T10:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:43:45.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewrite</title><content type='html'>Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding is an awsome sport, because you get to feel free and ride down the huge mountains and you get to go down really fast, but the thing is about snowboarding is that you have to wait and ride lifts just to enjoy snowboarding. Snowboarding was inspired by surfing and skateboarding and was later developed into a Winter Olympic Sports. Snowboarding is like skateboarding but you feet are stuck to the board and you dont fall off of the board and if you do fall off the board you have a soft landing, it depends on the weather the snow falls. The snow could be powder snow which is natural snow, it is fluffy and that is the best snow to land in but not really the best to snowboard in. The worst day to snowboard in for me, is when the snow is wet and close to melting because it is hard to stop and it is hard to seperate the snow. My favorite prosnowboarder of course is Sean White because he is awsome and isnt afraid of going down huge mountains. If I wasn't scared to go down huge mountains then I would continue snowboarding everyday and I would do anything to become professional at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go SEAN WHITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQ1BbcD0yQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQ1BbcD0yQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P82pfHpc4lo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P82pfHpc4lo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752281582004653352-6887262095459212550?l=amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/6887262095459212550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752281582004653352&amp;postID=6887262095459212550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/6887262095459212550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/6887262095459212550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/freewrite.html' title='Freewrite'/><author><name>iitsmeeAnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709343748599160989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcr-B1oZIrY/SOe7nji_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EVz3761oAWY/S220/101_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752281582004653352.post-8574714003946711929</id><published>2008-10-11T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:34:23.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing your Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Name: Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Occupation: Shelving book at the Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Age: 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In an ordinary sunny day, Pedro was shelving books at the library where little people where attending. Every day he would wake up in the morning getting ready for a job he doesn't like. He would cook his everyday breakfast-lunch-dinner meals for himself because he lives alone in his home. All his family live in Cuba who are there to support their sick grandmother. So after finishing his last peice of egg, he entered his car and he shivered from the coldness of the air that surrounds him. His skin was bit by the frosty air in his car. He then started his car and the engine made a roaring noise, his car wouldn't start because of the cold weather, so he gave up fixing his car to prevent him from being late from work, so he took the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then he finally arrived from work and grabbed some books and went on with his job. The manager of the library asked to have a word with pedro. Since Pedro has been working at the library for 2yrs now he has grown a close relationship with his boss. His boss George has been telling Pedro about his life and his secrets, but today Pedro had a weird feeling when George called him. "Pedro I have a secret that I want to tell you, I have an underground base under this very library. I am retiring because of my old age and I cant handle being in the library any longer, so im asking you to take my place because i have no sons to take my place in protecting the people of this small town." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pedro could not think of anything to say but "Ok". So George showed him everything he has known about the places in the city where criminals hang and the secrets of the hidden base. So Pedro one day had a mission to do and he saved an old lady from being hit by a car by helping her cross the street. So Pedro now has a new job that he likes and thanks to his boss George Pedro has been living a happy secret life like batman. He is happy to save people's lives and make their life happy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752281582004653352-8574714003946711929?l=amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/8574714003946711929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752281582004653352&amp;postID=8574714003946711929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/8574714003946711929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/8574714003946711929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/developing-your-character.html' title='Developing your Character'/><author><name>iitsmeeAnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709343748599160989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcr-B1oZIrY/SOe7nji_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EVz3761oAWY/S220/101_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752281582004653352.post-1632285771505873276</id><published>2008-10-04T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:31:09.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting</title><content type='html'>I see my computer. I see the t.v. I see fog all around the house. I see the doors that leads a path to different rooms. I see a bed for sleeping on or sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the clicking on the keyboard as I type. I hear my little brother playing the xbox 360 which makes car noises. I hear music playing, "Co-Star" by Day 26. I hear the clock ticking while I was thinking of what to type. I hear my foot tapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell no aroma in the air that stands out, nothing. I smell food being heated. I smell my dog who just took a shower. I smell my hair which smells like Phyto Organics. I smell the smell when I barely wake up, Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel cold because it is going to rain :}. I feel the smoothness of my keyboard. I feel that my foot is numb. I feel my back aching. I feel my butt being on the chair too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste Crest Nature's expressions. I taste the blank air. I taste filipino food. I taste the coldness on my spoon. I taste nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752281582004653352-1632285771505873276?l=amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/1632285771505873276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752281582004653352&amp;postID=1632285771505873276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/1632285771505873276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/1632285771505873276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='Setting'/><author><name>iitsmeeAnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709343748599160989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcr-B1oZIrY/SOe7nji_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EVz3761oAWY/S220/101_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752281582004653352.post-6618969226451026100</id><published>2008-10-04T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:14:45.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Lyrics</title><content type='html'>"What I've Done"&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sgycukafqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sgycukafqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I've Done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this farewell&lt;br /&gt;There’s no blood&lt;br /&gt;There’s no alibi&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve drawn regret&lt;br /&gt;From the truth&lt;br /&gt;Of a thousand lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;So let mercy come&lt;br /&gt;And wash away&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I'll face myself&lt;br /&gt;To cross out what i’ve become&lt;br /&gt;Erase myself&lt;br /&gt;And let go of what i’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put to rest&lt;br /&gt;What you thought of me&lt;br /&gt;While I clean this slate&lt;br /&gt;With the hands of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;I start again&lt;br /&gt;And whatever pain may come&lt;br /&gt;Today this ends&lt;br /&gt;I’m forgiving what I’ve done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving what I’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I chose this song because I think it relates to peoples everyday lives. This song relates to me because I have made mistakes in the past and this song is about trying to move on and forget those mistakes. Its About starting a new life. By listening to this song, it shows that Linkin Park is an american rock band and most of their songs are about how people emotions work and what they really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752281582004653352-6618969226451026100?l=amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/6618969226451026100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752281582004653352&amp;postID=6618969226451026100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/6618969226451026100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/6618969226451026100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/response-to-lyrics.html' title='Response to Lyrics'/><author><name>iitsmeeAnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709343748599160989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcr-B1oZIrY/SOe7nji_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EVz3761oAWY/S220/101_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7752281582004653352.post-5714730398183658822</id><published>2008-10-04T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:01:01.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Poem</title><content type='html'>Anne Marie Reyes&lt;br /&gt;Child of Cherry and Elgart&lt;br /&gt;Who enjoys snowboarding,singing,dancing and laughing&lt;br /&gt;Who dislikes having to wear glasses, bad attitudes  and animal cruelty&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to travel&lt;br /&gt;Who wishes her dad couldve lived longer&lt;br /&gt;Who is scared of seeing loved ones die and the future&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of living a happy life&lt;br /&gt;Who is determined to make others life happier&lt;br /&gt;Who values family love&lt;br /&gt;Who is proud of learning how to snowbaord&lt;br /&gt;Who gradutated from sophomore year at renarts&lt;br /&gt;Anne Marie Reyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7752281582004653352-5714730398183658822?l=amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/5714730398183658822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7752281582004653352&amp;postID=5714730398183658822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/5714730398183658822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7752281582004653352/posts/default/5714730398183658822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amreyes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/bio-poem.html' title='Bio Poem'/><author><name>iitsmeeAnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709343748599160989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tcr-B1oZIrY/SOe7nji_sZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EVz3761oAWY/S220/101_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
