<?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-4944410020521595050</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:31:32.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>margarita's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572920542645387461</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4944410020521595050.post-1462310168356413907</id><published>2008-10-27T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:06:59.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEWRITE MY WEEKEND &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On October 25,2008 throw october 26,2008 was an awsome weekend. on october 25,2008 i went to sixflags all day ! It was my first time staying ther for the night fest. it was scary and nice, but it was pack ! i could see everyone rushing to the lines beacuse it was like a 3 hours wait for them or for the scary mazes. while we were in line for those long lines under the hot sun people were sweating and i could smell their nasty armpits. But in the end it turn out all good me and my sister had fun we didnt get home until like 2 something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 26,2008 which was a sunday. i woke up really early i went to the cementary. the reason i went is because my cousin passed away like 2 months ago and his birthday was on October 23,2008 he was turning 19 years old. so on sunday the whole family and friends went to the cementary with us because we got a priest to go there and spend time with my cousin on  his birthday.  a lot of people were coming i could see that my cousin's grave was getting more full of beautiful flowers they got for him and we also took him ballons. while the priest was giving the church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i could see people crying and here them blowing there noses the church finish it was good. but my cousins wanted to get things out my head so they took me to the movies and we watch the movie SAW 5 do not go and watch it it the worst movie ever .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;so that was my wonderful weeked ! (+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4944410020521595050-1462310168356413907?l=mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/1462310168356413907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4944410020521595050&amp;postID=1462310168356413907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/1462310168356413907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/1462310168356413907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/freewrite-my-weekend-3.html' title='FREEWRITE MY WEEKEND &lt;3'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572920542645387461</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-4944410020521595050.post-4006850641569357081</id><published>2008-10-27T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:42:36.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SETTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm here at my house setting down. I could see my mom helping my little brother name Angel on his homework. While I hear my sister Diana screaming at my mom trying to get her attention. My other sister who's name is Natalie brought me a cup of water and a sandwitch for I could eat them while i take a bite of my sandwitch i could taste the cheese it taste like if its old ewwww. After that I took a drink of the cold water i could feel it going down my throat. I didnt know that my sandwitch had hot sauce on it !!! &gt;=( i could taste the flaming hot sauce and its burning my mouth ! what a day =0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944410020521595050-4006850641569357081?l=mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/4006850641569357081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4944410020521595050&amp;postID=4006850641569357081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/4006850641569357081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/4006850641569357081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='SETTING'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572920542645387461</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-4944410020521595050.post-467396409842221826</id><published>2008-10-14T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:44:19.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing your Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;characters name :Gary&lt;br /&gt;ccupation : mailman&lt;br /&gt;age :37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a man name Gary. He is 37 years old , he is our mailman. He is fat and ugly not even his mailman uniforms fits him the shirt fits him like a braw for women which in a way now that i think about it he does look like one too. His pants look like short shorts that a girl would wear just that his stomach is sticking out while he has food stains. He never takes showers and he still lives with his mother.Gary is the worst mailman ever! besides him being ugly and fat he is the most harry person u&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; had ever seen on his hair animals stay there and sleep since it keeps them warm but i ask myself how can they live with Gary kowing how bad he smells! Gary our mailman is the most DISGUSTED thing ever. Gary the big fat harry ugly mailman things that all women are after him he thinks that he is so hot that he is "BATMAN"! The only reason he things that all women are after him is that they go outside and get ther mail and also because they think that he is just an ugly mail women. Gary does the worst job ever i mean he gets our mail to our homes but the promblem is that there are food stains on them animals ants crawling on them ! poor Gary i bet his house is worst then his truck i could imagine food everywhere animals ants insects all over the house not even alive all dead! from the strong nasty smell that Gary has. I even get the chills by thinking how ugly his casa is ! poor mammas boy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gary suddenly saw how fat and ugly and harry he is how his life sucks for him beinf old and still with his mother ! he decided to change he satrted to work out in the backyard of his ugly smelly house aka dumpster cleaned everything up his house his truck even his mother and more important himself! he did a big change he started to do his job right he even smell good now (= everyone notice that of Gary that all the women were after him now he really felt like batman and he knew he was good looking too ! so he didnt want to go out with lady's not only did he learn how to be clean and keep his job but also who is the right girl for him he realize that girl would be someone that like him just the way he is before he even turn into BATMAN! so this is the sad happy ending of Gary! "BATMAN"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4944410020521595050-467396409842221826?l=mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/467396409842221826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4944410020521595050&amp;postID=467396409842221826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/467396409842221826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/467396409842221826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/developing-your-character.html' title='Developing your Character'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572920542645387461</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-4944410020521595050.post-3238618142428006167</id><published>2008-09-26T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:01:46.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Lyrics</title><content type='html'>SONG:FIRME MEMORIES&lt;br /&gt;ARTIST:BROWNSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kptvz6_KckU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kptvz6_KckU&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;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;SONG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aqui estoy thinking about you carnalito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you cross my mind tu saves que malito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we used to kick back and have a blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that was back in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those times like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew if I was there and you were here it'd be the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never thought'd we'd go through anything like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we sit back and pray and say Rest In Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the homies got your name tatted behind their neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some on their chest and back, arm just to show respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always on our mind everyday and every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you carnal, things just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These firme memories, of my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feel so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Rest In Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every chance we get we're sitting by your grave site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you, looking up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sits back whiping tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit and talk about you and she starts to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says how much she wants to hold you back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her arms like before, holding you by your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we pray and think about you bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to accept that you had to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit back and drift and remenice of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the firme tiempos and the things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon carnal, you're in mi mente all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu tienes primero and you'll never stay behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kids are growing up and they ask about you bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say they miss daddy but I guess you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say you're in the skies looking down at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stare at one another like they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn carnal, if only we could take time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days when everything was fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohhh, I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit at the pad in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out your pictures, listening to some oldies tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones you liked, the ones you used to bump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessing The Feeling, Try Me, and Let's Get It On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes me back to the days when you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I close my eyes and I can hear you real clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace in the heavens up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those you left behind from us got nothing but love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon carnal, that's how it is, you're being missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all we have are the firme memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to share in the days when you were here with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another firme brother and a son is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll see each other cuz we'll be there some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace carnal, for you we all pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohhh, I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeey carnal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kick it with you my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to back, like we used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the homies, homies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mi corazon carnal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSE: The singer, Brownside what he is saying about the song is that he is&lt;br /&gt;missing his brother. That he still can't believe that he is gone. That he remember&lt;br /&gt;all those times they kick it. That it seems like it was yesterday. That they always&lt;br /&gt;thing about him and that there mother sets back and they start to cry.That he is&lt;br /&gt;always going to stay in there heart. The reason i choose this song it that it re-&lt;br /&gt;minds me of my cousin Omar Sanchez R.I.P we miss u a lot ! @We are always&lt;br /&gt;thinking of u! i always listen to this song it brings good memories .Like when&lt;br /&gt;we used to go out and have fun laugh cry and been through everything together&lt;br /&gt;and i still cant believe that he is gone ! but just know that we are always thinking&lt;br /&gt;of u and that u are always going to stay in our hearts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944410020521595050-3238618142428006167?l=mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/3238618142428006167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4944410020521595050&amp;postID=3238618142428006167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/3238618142428006167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/3238618142428006167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/response-to-lyrics.html' title='Response to Lyrics'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572920542645387461</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-4944410020521595050.post-2716113895374280098</id><published>2008-09-22T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:00:51.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Margarita's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Your name Margarita&lt;br /&gt;Child of Jorge and Gabriela&lt;br /&gt;Who loves family&lt;br /&gt;Who hates Drama&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to college&lt;br /&gt;Who wishes he/she could've met grandmad&lt;br /&gt;Who is scare of Snakes&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of Having a big family&lt;br /&gt;Who is determined to get good grades&lt;br /&gt;Who values Family&lt;br /&gt;Who is proud of little brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;Who graduated from Bushnell Way&lt;br /&gt;Who lives at Highland Park&lt;br /&gt;Your name again Margarita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4944410020521595050-2716113895374280098?l=mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/2716113895374280098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4944410020521595050&amp;postID=2716113895374280098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/2716113895374280098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4944410020521595050/posts/default/2716113895374280098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmaciel10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/margaritas-blog.html' title='Margarita&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15572920542645387461</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>
