<?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-3451358352182522940</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:21:11.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360582422463716333</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/_k0xPI-qexL0/SOFwbJ-LRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mo8iXOcw5iw/S220/l_9c1b86bda8a1a91e1991f4e710c7193b.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-3451358352182522940.post-4699896476329027009</id><published>2008-10-19T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:16:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Write</title><content type='html'>The room is a calm purple. Kind of like a lavender. Theres nothing in the room except a bowl  filled with fruit. Fake I believe.  Theres a chocolate bunny in front of the bowl.  A firm hand holding an iron is approaching the bunny. Everything is the same color as the room except the bunny.  This song is playing, scary yet calm. As you soak everything in the hand releases the iron and leans it onto the bunny. While the piano plays you slowly watch the iron melt the bunny away. Until it is melted through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another room painted a happy pink color. Two cactus in pots remain next to each other. One taller than the other. Next  to the shorter cactus is a heating lamp. Once again everything is the same color, everything is a "happy" pink. In front of the heating lamp is yet another chocolate bunny.  The very same song is playing.  The bunny begins to mellow down.  Chocolate melts as the bunny decays. You see its eye slowly drip down. It becomes headless before you know it and the lamp is turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last room is a sky blue. One next to the other are two picture frames. They're both painted the same color as the room. In front stands yet another darn chocolate bunny. The same exact song is playing through. With the same girl " la laing" away.  A hand approaches the bunny holding a blow dryer. Everything is blue except for the poor little bunny. Next thing you know the blow dryer is turned on. The chocolate is blown back. Drips of it begin to fling into the picture frames. It gets so hot and the chocolate melts so much that eventually the rest of the bunny's head flies into the picture frames. The  bunny stays decapitated as its body melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just described a video that I watched on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZCrGnd3ljqA&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/ZCrGnd3ljqA&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451358352182522940-4699896476329027009?l=lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/4699896476329027009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3451358352182522940&amp;postID=4699896476329027009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/4699896476329027009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/4699896476329027009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-write.html' title='Free Write'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360582422463716333</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/_k0xPI-qexL0/SOFwbJ-LRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mo8iXOcw5iw/S220/l_9c1b86bda8a1a91e1991f4e710c7193b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451358352182522940.post-6740584310137806595</id><published>2008-10-12T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:02:32.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing My Character</title><content type='html'>My character is going to be this one hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive talked to him about five times. Its always the same thing. "Excuse me, Do you have some spare change? I'm trying to catch a bus to Santa Monica."  Even if I had money I wouldn't give it to him. He doesn't realize I live right by the bar where he drinks all the time. Anyway from what I see this guy is just a regular drunken hobo. It seems like the only goal he really has is to gather up enough change during the day, so that at night he can drink his sorrows away. He has a lying sneaky side. Obviously since he lies to people with his "Santa Monica" story. He is a determined hobo though. He seems to get his drinks so how can he not be determined?  This hobo is polite though. He approaches me kindly and leaves kindly. Hes about 5'9 or 5'10. Hes kind of balding on the top of his head but the rest of his hair is shoulder length long. Its pretty dirty and knotted up. He has this scruffy beard and wears the same red shirt with tons of holes. His old school nikes all tore up and dirty. He wears these horribly dirty, greasy, stained pair of jeans.  What is surprising is that he doesn't really even smell. I dont smell cigarettes, alcohol, or any nasty smell. Just dirt. Deep down he must be very depressed to give his life away to hustling beer. Therefore this hobo is quite mysterious too. His past is hidden beneath is excessive drinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451358352182522940-6740584310137806595?l=lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/6740584310137806595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3451358352182522940&amp;postID=6740584310137806595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/6740584310137806595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/6740584310137806595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/developing-my-character.html' title='Developing My Character'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360582422463716333</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/_k0xPI-qexL0/SOFwbJ-LRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mo8iXOcw5iw/S220/l_9c1b86bda8a1a91e1991f4e710c7193b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451358352182522940.post-986147844707238324</id><published>2008-10-06T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:06:55.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting</title><content type='html'>My setting is the Highland Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear people gossiping behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the movie about to start.&lt;br /&gt;I hear my cousins laughing like hyenas at the previews.&lt;br /&gt;I hear people eating popcorn like they're starving.&lt;br /&gt;I hear some guy telling my cousins to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see silhouettes of people's heads in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I see tagging in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I see some lady smacking her daughter in the food line.&lt;br /&gt;I see some little boy playing dance dance revolution.&lt;br /&gt;I see some cheesy action in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taste the stuffy air inside the theater.&lt;br /&gt;I taste arizona green tea.&lt;br /&gt;I taste some hot cheeto puffs, yum.&lt;br /&gt;I taste sour gummy worms that weren't even really sour.&lt;br /&gt;I taste chicken wings from.... well i dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my cousin pushing me to walk faster.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my cousins hair in my hand because im pulling it. haha&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of bored because the movie has some serious "blah blah  blah" parts.&lt;br /&gt;I feel hyper once I get outside in the street with the moons light on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell my cousin's perfume, its  strawberries or something.&lt;br /&gt;I smell the butter from the popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;I smell some guy who seriously over did it with his "AXE".&lt;br /&gt;I smell pee when i walk down the alley.&lt;br /&gt;I smell my aunts delicious enchiladas when we get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451358352182522940-986147844707238324?l=lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/986147844707238324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3451358352182522940&amp;postID=986147844707238324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/986147844707238324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/986147844707238324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='Setting'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360582422463716333</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/_k0xPI-qexL0/SOFwbJ-LRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mo8iXOcw5iw/S220/l_9c1b86bda8a1a91e1991f4e710c7193b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451358352182522940.post-7861528489477721620</id><published>2008-09-29T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:03:33.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Artist: Grits&lt;br /&gt;Name : Ooh Ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09687956882923007 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJR3FBRHD3I&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09687956882923007 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJR3FBRHD3I&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09687956882923007 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJR3FBRHD3I&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJR3FBRHD3I&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJR3FBRHD3I&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&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;My life be like Ooh Ahh&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that make me say,&lt;br /&gt;Lord if you see me please come my way.&lt;br /&gt;Leavin bread crumbs for when I stray&lt;br /&gt;Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid&lt;br /&gt;Feel me like a fingertip&lt;br /&gt;(flow fingertip flow fingertip)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall I slip&lt;br /&gt;Got a heartfelt desire be more like you&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to quench your fire by the things that i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on an island by my lonesome stranded&lt;br /&gt;Low key and stayin� candid&lt;br /&gt;Reflectin on the things I try my hand at&lt;br /&gt;Search for the equations to persuasions I'm used to&lt;br /&gt;Findin comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to&lt;br /&gt;A mountainous fontaine,&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin and monsoonin&lt;br /&gt;Grinnin its high octane&lt;br /&gt;This worlds out wacky&lt;br /&gt;Rollin down the hills cause lifes a hassle&lt;br /&gt;Encircled by my folly like a moat surround a castle&lt;br /&gt;Stay afloat,&lt;br /&gt;Catch a second wind thin is the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Teary-eyed nose runnin, wipe the snot on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I'm callin on my savior to be all that I need&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me my behavior had me lost at light speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of never falling in love&lt;br /&gt;And the tears after losing the feelings&lt;br /&gt;Of what you thought love was&lt;br /&gt;Like the dirt still up under the rug&lt;br /&gt;(My life be like)&lt;br /&gt;Bad characteristics covered in Christ's blood&lt;br /&gt;The joy of new birth and the pain of growing up&lt;br /&gt;The bliss between giving my all and giving up&lt;br /&gt;The highs and lows,&lt;br /&gt;Paths and roads I chose&lt;br /&gt;In the cold I froze&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ease my woes&lt;br /&gt;In this world of sin&lt;br /&gt;Clothes to thin to fend&lt;br /&gt;So to God I send&lt;br /&gt;Words of help to win&lt;br /&gt;In grumblings so deep letters could never express&lt;br /&gt;So the sounds of Ooh Ahh beneath my breath projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life be like (Toby Mac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life be like ooh aah ooh&lt;br /&gt;Dum dum diddy&lt;br /&gt;Here comes that boy from the capital city&lt;br /&gt;Last up on the Grits new ditty&lt;br /&gt;But eight bars of the truth will do, eh&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's a pride thats stunning,&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in the kingdom coming&lt;br /&gt;I believe if you seek the truth,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to look far cuz it's gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why, oh why, do I trip and stumble?&lt;br /&gt;And ooh ahh as commitments crumble?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm hear again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&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;&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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the honest side, I don't really like this song as much anymore. I only chose it&lt;br /&gt;because its the only song I know of that I can relate to that doesn't have swearing.&lt;br /&gt;I think just about anyone, who believes in God, can relate to this song. Its basically about going through struggles in life and calling out to God to help you through them. Just like everyone else I have millions of struggles in my life. Between family/friends/school and tons of other things. So I pray to God to help me through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3451358352182522940-7861528489477721620?l=lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/7861528489477721620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3451358352182522940&amp;postID=7861528489477721620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/7861528489477721620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/7861528489477721620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/artist-grits-name-ooh-ahh-my-life-be.html' title='Response to Lyrics'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360582422463716333</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/_k0xPI-qexL0/SOFwbJ-LRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mo8iXOcw5iw/S220/l_9c1b86bda8a1a91e1991f4e710c7193b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451358352182522940.post-8054758054627708166</id><published>2008-09-29T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:14:48.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa Faith Alanis&lt;br /&gt;Child of God&lt;br /&gt;Who loves music and graffiti&lt;br /&gt;Who hates math&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Who wishes that wishes actually came true&lt;br /&gt;Who is scared of going deaf&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of owning a club&lt;br /&gt;Who is determined to go to college&lt;br /&gt;Who values her life&lt;br /&gt;Who is proud of her religion&lt;br /&gt;Who graduated from luther burbank&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Faith Alanis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451358352182522940-8054758054627708166?l=lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/8054758054627708166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3451358352182522940&amp;postID=8054758054627708166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/8054758054627708166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451358352182522940/posts/default/8054758054627708166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalanis10laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/bio-poem.html' title='Bio Poem'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05360582422463716333</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/_k0xPI-qexL0/SOFwbJ-LRCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mo8iXOcw5iw/S220/l_9c1b86bda8a1a91e1991f4e710c7193b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
