<?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-1068115076997303731</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:44:32.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bio poem</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marrrry!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14824630591409250519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5YAaqbvv0I/SNmVqorSYqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWAA3zaS_Zc/S220/af.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068115076997303731.post-5859435024684699321</id><published>2008-10-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:13:48.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Write</title><content type='html'>Today i went to my boyfriend's house. At first we went to a fifteen practice which we are both coming out in. It was very fun, my boyfriend made everyone laugh because of his silliness. After we got the dash back to his house and we just chilled there for a while. There we were listening to music and he was telling me about what happened with his cousin and his girlfriend. After that we began watching tv until we both got hungry and decided to go eat at subway! There he bought me a sandwich and chips and of course for himself. After that his brother got tired of his psp so he asked us if we wanted to go with him to sell his psp at a new store figuroa called game doc. There he soled his psp along with some games. After it got dark so i decided to come home. That was pretty much how my day went [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068115076997303731-5859435024684699321?l=mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/5859435024684699321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068115076997303731&amp;postID=5859435024684699321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/5859435024684699321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/5859435024684699321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-write.html' title='Free Write'/><author><name>marrrry!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14824630591409250519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5YAaqbvv0I/SNmVqorSYqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWAA3zaS_Zc/S220/af.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068115076997303731.post-3117458013506140481</id><published>2008-10-12T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:57:51.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoeloping Your Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob is a homeless guy who lives in Yosemite park, Eagle Rock. He is despret to eat, so what ends up happening is that he goes to the tarsh cans and digs through the junk. The park rangers kick him out when he trys going to sleep and he has to sleep in the streets where its always cold and uncomfortable to sleep. It is very sad seeing him in this condition because it is disgusting and unsatisfying to eat. He has ripped short shorts navy blue, a muddy muscle shirt, which he uses to clean up his nose. This all started seven years ago on one sunny summer afternoon he was very in love with this lady who liked to drink alot!Before he use to be an average person who depended on himself rather than his peers. One day he went to starbucks and he couldn't help keeping his blue eyes off this humble lady. At first they began going out and soon they began getting deeper in love. He thought he was in love with this lady but it turned out that the lady was only with him for his money. Evetually she got him into drinking day and night, and would waste his money whenever she had the chance. Everyone told him not to trust her very much because she had a reputation of being a person who takes advantage of whenever she has the opportunity. He told his friends and family that they were all just jealouse and that he didn't need them in his life. So once he found out he was bankrupt and the bank wanted to take his home from him, thats when the lady decided to leave him. Now poor Bob is stuck in the streets with no one to care for him or show him love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068115076997303731-3117458013506140481?l=mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/3117458013506140481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068115076997303731&amp;postID=3117458013506140481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/3117458013506140481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/3117458013506140481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/devoeloping-your-character.html' title='Devoeloping Your Character'/><author><name>marrrry!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14824630591409250519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5YAaqbvv0I/SNmVqorSYqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWAA3zaS_Zc/S220/af.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068115076997303731.post-7398049202032741976</id><published>2008-10-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:23:59.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>setting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel wind blowing at my face. I feel my sweater warming my body. I feel my legs warmers warming my legs. I feel my hands very cold. I feel my hair blowing as the wind is blowing right at us. I see a lot of people. I see a child crying for his toy. I see my my friend talking to the store guy. I see food. I see the clock. I see a boy deciding what to get. I hear my friend talking. I hear the refrigerator. I hear music. I hear the child crying. I hear myself talking to my friend. I smell coffee. I smell my lip gloss. I smell my friend's perfume. I smell my hotdog my friend got for me. I smell ketchup. I taste the hotdog I'm eating. I taste  the soda i got. I taste the coldness of my soda. I taste hotness of my hotdog. I taste my flaming hot chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068115076997303731-7398049202032741976?l=mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/7398049202032741976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068115076997303731&amp;postID=7398049202032741976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/7398049202032741976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/7398049202032741976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='setting'/><author><name>marrrry!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14824630591409250519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5YAaqbvv0I/SNmVqorSYqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWAA3zaS_Zc/S220/af.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068115076997303731.post-1556803688243761459</id><published>2008-09-28T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:22:05.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Response to Lyrics"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Reo1sFQQ5Ec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Reo1sFQQ5Ec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END OF RINGTONE 1 --&gt;  &lt;b&gt;"You Only Live Once"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;Some people think they're always right&lt;br /&gt;Others are quiet and uptight&lt;br /&gt;Others they seem so very nice nice nice nice nice oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Inside they might feel sad and wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;29 different attributes&lt;br /&gt;And only 7 that you like, uh oh&lt;br /&gt;20 ways to see the world, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Or 20 ways to start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't, don't, don't&lt;br /&gt;Get up&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo-ooooo-ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, men don't notice what they got&lt;br /&gt;Women think of that a lot&lt;br /&gt;1000 ways to please your man oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Not even one requires a plan. I know&lt;br /&gt;Countless odd religions too&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter which you choose&lt;br /&gt;One stubborn way to turn your back&lt;br /&gt;This I've tried, and now refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't don't don't&lt;br /&gt;Get up&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm through&lt;br /&gt;Sit me down&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm down&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up&lt;br /&gt;Shut me up up up up up&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get along with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i relate to this song because its very true of what he is talking about. This is because ill get along with anyone even if they are a stubborn person everyone deserves a chance. I also like the tittle of the song because its true we only get to live once and we should enjoy life for that... I think the singer was relating to his life because he might have been back stabbed in life and therefore he might have trouble getting along with anyone but he must take the chance and get along with that person or else he might be missing out on someone fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068115076997303731-1556803688243761459?l=mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/1556803688243761459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068115076997303731&amp;postID=1556803688243761459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/1556803688243761459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/1556803688243761459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-only-live-once.html' title='&quot;Response to Lyrics&quot;'/><author><name>marrrry!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14824630591409250519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5YAaqbvv0I/SNmVqorSYqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWAA3zaS_Zc/S220/af.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068115076997303731.post-3786024866920379963</id><published>2008-09-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:23:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paredes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;child of Maria &amp;amp; Walter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paredes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who enjoys spending time with her friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who hates being bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who wants to make a difference in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who wishes she can marry him &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is scared of clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who dreams of getting married him &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is determined to make others happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who values close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; is proud of who she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who graduated from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;who lives in Eagle Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paredes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068115076997303731-3786024866920379963?l=mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/3786024866920379963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1068115076997303731&amp;postID=3786024866920379963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/3786024866920379963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1068115076997303731/posts/default/3786024866920379963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mparedes10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/bio-poem.html' title='Bio Poem'/><author><name>marrrry!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14824630591409250519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5YAaqbvv0I/SNmVqorSYqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWAA3zaS_Zc/S220/af.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
