<?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-4461002906602575778</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:25:25.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG ENTRIES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461002906602575778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086859876115015275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlmQSZAUG1U/SNqvTlcZDLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LlL0GswXkjg/S220/shiki5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461002906602575778.post-9045373066400319817</id><published>2008-10-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:34:59.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setting: Glendale Galleria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my setting I visited the Glendale Galleria in Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my sensory details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt; the car slowly come to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt;   the automatic doors squeak open as my family stomps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt; the loud booming of voices talking as I walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt; the soft foot steps of people walking by on the rough rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt; the crackling of store bags as they are being moved step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smell&lt;/span&gt; the baking of cheese pizza in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smell&lt;/span&gt; the sweet orange chicken staying warm under the hot heat lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smell&lt;/span&gt; the intriguing flower perfume of a skinny lady passing by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smell&lt;/span&gt; crispy fries cooking in the hot corn oil at BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smell&lt;/span&gt; the retched odder of a dirty bum asking for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel&lt;/span&gt; the cool wind of the AC hitting my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel&lt;/span&gt; the rug creating friction on my old shoes as I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I touched&lt;/span&gt; the cold clear windows covering an expensive product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I touched&lt;/span&gt; the soft cotton-like new T-shirt that by brother got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel&lt;/span&gt; my tummy rumble as I got hungry for burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see&lt;/span&gt; the rough brown tile that the galleria is made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see&lt;/span&gt; a bunch of people walking in and out of stores buying merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see&lt;/span&gt; my tall brother walking at a fast paste to the skate shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see&lt;/span&gt; my sister looking at a lot of bright color shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see&lt;/span&gt; my parents hugging in back of us as we see all the big stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I taste &lt;/span&gt;the cold refreshing cola as I drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I taste&lt;/span&gt; the bitter onions as I bite into my warm burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I taste&lt;/span&gt; the hot salty golden fries as I eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I taste&lt;/span&gt; the fresh crunchy red tomatoes slices.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I taste&lt;/span&gt; the foul  polluted gray air as a buss passes by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461002906602575778-9045373066400319817?l=gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/9045373066400319817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461002906602575778&amp;postID=9045373066400319817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461002906602575778/posts/default/9045373066400319817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461002906602575778/posts/default/9045373066400319817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='Setting'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086859876115015275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlmQSZAUG1U/SNqvTlcZDLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LlL0GswXkjg/S220/shiki5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461002906602575778.post-2075798225010233514</id><published>2008-10-12T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:50:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Smells like teen spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPQR-OsH0RQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPQR-OsH0RQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load up on guns,&lt;br /&gt;Bring your friends&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to lose and to pretend&lt;br /&gt;She's overboard self assured&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I know, a dirty word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out, it's less dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, entertain us&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid and contagious&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, entertain us&lt;br /&gt;A mullato!&lt;br /&gt;An Albino!&lt;br /&gt;A mosquito!&lt;br /&gt;My Libido!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!(x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worse at what I do best&lt;br /&gt;And for this gift I feel blessed&lt;br /&gt;Our little group has always been&lt;br /&gt;And always will until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out, it's less dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, entertain us&lt;br /&gt;Acting stupid and contagious&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, entertain us&lt;br /&gt;A mullato!&lt;br /&gt;An Albino!&lt;br /&gt;A mosquito!&lt;br /&gt;My Libido!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!(x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forget just what it take&lt;br /&gt;and yet I guess it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard, it's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever, nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello, how low?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out, it's less dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, entertain us&lt;br /&gt;Acting stupid and contagious&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now, entertain us&lt;br /&gt;A mullato!&lt;br /&gt;An albino!&lt;br /&gt;A mosquito!&lt;br /&gt;My libido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A denial!(x9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is one of my favorite and that's why I chose it for the "Response to Lyrics"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; assignment&lt;/span&gt;. I don't now how this song how this song directly relates to me (other than I'm a teenager...) but I like this song. What I enjoy about is the rhythm and the lyrics.  But what truly makes me like this song is how good the artist captures teen spirit. If you think it doesn't, I don't see how you u would,  then you don't know how most teenager are LOL. Come on we're loud, we love being entertain, and we all have problems (or drama what ever you want to call it) that we would love to get away from or confront. What I think that this song reveals about Nrivana is that they know what being a teenager is like and that they are and american rock band. "Smells like teen spirit" entered Nirvana entered into the mainstream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461002906602575778-2075798225010233514?l=gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/2075798225010233514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461002906602575778&amp;postID=2075798225010233514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461002906602575778/posts/default/2075798225010233514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461002906602575778/posts/default/2075798225010233514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/response-to-lyrics.html' title='Response to Lyrics'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086859876115015275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlmQSZAUG1U/SNqvTlcZDLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LlL0GswXkjg/S220/shiki5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461002906602575778.post-8240921291800138792</id><published>2008-09-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:27:13.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio-Poem</title><content type='html'>Giovanni &lt;br /&gt;Child of Ignacio and Nora &lt;br /&gt;Who enjoys reading, talking to his friends, anime, and video games&lt;br /&gt;Who hates people who lie and homework&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to college next year&lt;br /&gt;Who wishes for a new computer&lt;br /&gt;Who is scared of heights&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of traveling to Japan&lt;br /&gt;Who is determined to get into his college of choice&lt;br /&gt;Who values friendship and education&lt;br /&gt;Who is proud of his heritage&lt;br /&gt;Who has not graduated high school yet&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in California&lt;br /&gt;Giovanni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461002906602575778-8240921291800138792?l=gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/8240921291800138792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461002906602575778&amp;postID=8240921291800138792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461002906602575778/posts/default/8240921291800138792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461002906602575778/posts/default/8240921291800138792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbirrueta09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/bio-poem.html' title='Bio-Poem'/><author><name>Gio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086859876115015275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlmQSZAUG1U/SNqvTlcZDLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LlL0GswXkjg/S220/shiki5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
