<?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-4947023164052666192</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:06:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Sasori Owns}</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chickle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042504533209612909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzYUc6Khssg/SNmvnhIUCWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/trAih2oXDcw/S220/2378065153_c8c1dd46b4.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-4947023164052666192.post-3291076096853373058</id><published>2008-10-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:42:25.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FreeWrite #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;FINALLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're finally able to write about whatever we want ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Man Ive been waiting for these kinds of blog posts more so long. There are so many things that I would like to talk about but I’ll  just post little by little as the time goes by. For this freewrite ive posted up two videos. Theyre both from the same watch. This show as kind of old but it was the best one, and the show is The Animaics ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsBq_K1WLsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsBq_K1WLsE&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;Well that first video is about different yet funny quotes by The Animaniacs&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i chose this is because the animaniacs are and old, classic funny show. though they are idiotic, they're funny as hell ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F7izMvoFuDM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F7izMvoFuDM&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;The next video are also the an maniacs but this time it’s a song. The best thing about the song is that its talks about MONKEYS (monkey rule) even though there are more kool songs that they show, I like this one the best. The other ones that they show them singing about educational things (states/countries/periodic table/…etc) so not only are these guys funny to show, they also teach u other things that can be used in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching these video reminds me of the good-old days, back when cartoons were hilarious and made no sense ^_^ why is it that the classics are always better than the ones nowadays. The cartoons nowadays try so hard to make us laugh but the old ones, we laugh right away. Guess the old ones will always reminds us of how hilarious cartoons really are huh ^_^&lt;br /&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/4947023164052666192-3291076096853373058?l=jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/3291076096853373058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947023164052666192&amp;postID=3291076096853373058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default/3291076096853373058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default/3291076096853373058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/freewrite-1.html' title='FreeWrite #1'/><author><name>Chickle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042504533209612909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzYUc6Khssg/SNmvnhIUCWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/trAih2oXDcw/S220/2378065153_c8c1dd46b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947023164052666192.post-1590703839948083055</id><published>2008-10-12T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:23:51.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing Your Character</title><content type='html'>Character: Sasori&lt;br /&gt;Age: 21-25&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As time went by, Sasori seems to remain calm even though he's in court, convicted of a murderous crime. He chuckles with an evil grin as he looks around the room. As people stare down at Sasori because of his chuckle, they notice his eyes-his bloody red eyes that only a person with immense hatred would have. Even though they had an enormous amount of evidence against him, he seemed really relax, calm, confident even. It turns out that before he was sentenced to go to court, he had a little talk with the judge. Though Sasori didn’t have anything against the judge, they were just good friends. As the court started to reach an end, Sasori is over joyed because he knows that nothing will happen to him. The only thing left is the judges last rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was silence in the courtroom, no one made a sound. Finally the judge finished his thought and is ready to say his answer. The judge tells Sasori to stand, as he stands the judge notices that Sasori is dressed all messy. A young lady quickly notices Sasori's overbearing height and well-build. Though Sasori doesn’t really exercise, its amazing that he would have a body like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;“I finally made my decision,” the judge began. Silence filled the room. “I sentence Sasori to a year in the state penitentiary.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sasori was shocked with the sentence. Within a few minutes, two officers came to escort Sasori out. Miraculously, Sasori didn’t put up a fight against the officers. As he looked down at the floor, people could see the evil look in his face as his long, straight hair starts to cover it. Just before the door closes behind Sasori, lets out a wicked laughter that shocked everyone in the room, with fear lingering in their eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947023164052666192-1590703839948083055?l=jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/1590703839948083055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947023164052666192&amp;postID=1590703839948083055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default/1590703839948083055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default/1590703839948083055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/developing-your-character.html' title='Developing Your Character'/><author><name>Chickle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042504533209612909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzYUc6Khssg/SNmvnhIUCWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/trAih2oXDcw/S220/2378065153_c8c1dd46b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947023164052666192.post-2894260973735756801</id><published>2008-10-05T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:12:53.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Location:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Burbank Field (Soccer Game was in Progress)&lt;br /&gt;{We Won}&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel excited and ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel nervous cuz the other team r playing violently x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel mad cuz one of the other players tried to pick a fight with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can feel glad cuz we won the game ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel disappointed cuz i wasnt able to play ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear loud yells from the fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear mad shouts from the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the ball being kicked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the metal goalpost shake as the ball hits it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my annoying brother as he come over to say hi to us. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smelling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the grass on the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell of the dirty mud on the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the awful smell on the uniform shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the nasty sweat off the players (thats not kool x_x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell my dirty hair after working at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how violent the other team is. (almost ended up in a fight. Again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the ball being kicked around the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the excitement in the players and fans when someone makes a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the goal net shaking as the ball entered the goalpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the reactions on the players as they bump into one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can taste the cold water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can taste my hair that swinging in front of my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can taste the mist in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can taste the spicy, delicious hot dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can taste ice cold coke ^_^ (Coke is BA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4947023164052666192-2894260973735756801?l=jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/2894260973735756801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947023164052666192&amp;postID=2894260973735756801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default/2894260973735756801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default/2894260973735756801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='Setting'/><author><name>Chickle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042504533209612909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzYUc6Khssg/SNmvnhIUCWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/trAih2oXDcw/S220/2378065153_c8c1dd46b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947023164052666192.post-8616903313482733457</id><published>2008-09-27T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:48:12.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Song: Lonely Day&lt;br /&gt;Artist: System of a Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="371"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/bY_5jq_kvJ/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/bY_5jq_kvJ/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="371" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/popvideos/video/2ThM_Afq/system_of_a_down_lonely_day/"&gt;Lonely Day - System Of A Down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Should be banned&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't exist&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I'll never miss&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you go, I wanna go with you&lt;br /&gt;And if you die, I wanna die with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your hand and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I'm glad I survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the only thing i can say about how this song relates to me is that when i hear it, it reminds me about how i go through many lonely days but in the end im glad that i survived through it all and can move on from it. the main thing that makes these days lonely is that no ones around or paying attention to me. the only way for me to escape these days is to find someone that would take me out of my lonely world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947023164052666192-8616903313482733457?l=jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/8616903313482733457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4947023164052666192&amp;postID=8616903313482733457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default/8616903313482733457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4947023164052666192/posts/default/8616903313482733457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/musiclyrics.html' title='Response to Lyrics'/><author><name>Chickle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16042504533209612909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzYUc6Khssg/SNmvnhIUCWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/trAih2oXDcw/S220/2378065153_c8c1dd46b4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4947023164052666192.post-5016481579534630501</id><published>2008-09-22T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:27:37.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio-Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jahaziel Adolfo Camacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Child of Adolfo and Andrea Camacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who loves listening to music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who hates to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who wants to go to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who wish he couldn't met Omar Bravo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is scared of heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who dreams of many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is determined to get his Masters in math and physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who values his friends and family (and ipod ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is proud of being Mexican ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who will graduate from LAICHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who lives in LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jahaziel Adolfo Camacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4947023164052666192-5016481579534630501?l=jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcamacho09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/5016481579534630501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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