<?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-5899214061320472463</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:29:32.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daina's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Without ice cream life and fame are meaningless.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ClassicGlamour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175170841078075884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QzGCbqod2s/SNrgLMbjSBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uDmw3HobT9U/S220/Daina-lillith2.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-5899214061320472463.post-637545201942668355</id><published>2008-11-07T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:09:35.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free-Write #1</title><content type='html'>This is just some essay thing we had to write for Lupin last year. I didn't know what I should write here so I'll just put this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit down in front of the television and turn it on. You see something you don’t like and change the channel. A normal routine for most people right? This is the type of freedom we the people have over our use of television, internet, and the radio. Like always we have the option of what to watch and no one can tell us other wise. Minow on the other hand had different ideas  “The power of instantaneous sight and sound is without precedent in mankind’s history. This is and awesome power. It has limitless capabilities for good-and for evil. And it carries with it awesome responsibilities-&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities which you and [the government] cannot escape...” Both the government and the viewers always have the option of what you want to watch and what you let the other members of the household watch.&lt;br /&gt;Minow did have some reason when he stated that the government does have some responsibilities in the use of the media, but only to a certain extent. The only things that the government has most control over in the media, would be censoring what is said on the television and the radio. The government has created the Federal Communications Commission (FCC). Due to the FCC only shows with a certain amount of censoring are aired at times when the public is around to watch these shows. &lt;br /&gt;The only other exceptions that the other uncensored shows are aired is late at night or, if the viewer pays extra for a special package to air those shows at any time. A lot of shows are usually put on a different channel for the more older/mature audiences. As for the internet the government really has no form of censoring it. The internet really is open to all the public without having any age limits for information. The only thing that the internet does have instead of censoring is suggested ratings along with suggested age groups that the page should be viewed  by. Other than the FCC,  the government has no other methods of media censoring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFn6ZM7Kgbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFn6ZM7Kgbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/5899214061320472463-637545201942668355?l=dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/637545201942668355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5899214061320472463&amp;postID=637545201942668355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/637545201942668355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/637545201942668355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-write-1.html' title='Free-Write #1'/><author><name>ClassicGlamour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175170841078075884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QzGCbqod2s/SNrgLMbjSBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uDmw3HobT9U/S220/Daina-lillith2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899214061320472463.post-4968922258484718254</id><published>2008-11-06T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:12:08.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing Your Character</title><content type='html'>Character Name: Steve&lt;br /&gt;Age: 18&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Theater Staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He looks down at the knife's beauty. So smooth, so durable, and oh so sharp. While admiring this perfect tool in his right hand, he holds her whimpering face in the other. Black tears stroll down her face, just to land on her silky smooth white shirt. He kiss her lips one last time. For barely knowing this woman, he had fallen in love with her. He presses the knife so carefully against her lips and whispers in her ear, "You shall be mine for all eternity." He then raises the knife above her heart, with a short pause to admire her last living breah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steve!" his co-worker said from behind.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello! I wanta large soda, medium popcorn and two hot dogs." A female customer ordered.&lt;br /&gt;"Pay attention, wake up, something! Com' on! It's premiere weekend. The rush is coming in." Snapped his co-worker again. Steve takes the woman's order and hands her the change. Then the next customer comes up and orders, pays, leaves. Then another orders, pays, leaves and the next costumer after that and the one after the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven reflects on the last three years spent in the world of popcorn and clean up. With each passing day his fantasies grew more and more bloodcurdling. The folowing days he continues with his fantasies and each time he comes closer to the kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899214061320472463-4968922258484718254?l=dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/4968922258484718254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5899214061320472463&amp;postID=4968922258484718254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/4968922258484718254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/4968922258484718254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/11/developing-your-character.html' title='Developing Your Character'/><author><name>ClassicGlamour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175170841078075884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QzGCbqod2s/SNrgLMbjSBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uDmw3HobT9U/S220/Daina-lillith2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899214061320472463.post-7565125224270035111</id><published>2008-10-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:17:49.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Fifth Sense&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the hussle of people awaiting their tickets,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rows of seats so perfectly alined,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the quick motion of the actors,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;consumption of pounds of pop corn,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;couples kissing in the darkness......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smell........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweet sent of evening flowers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the cleanlyness of water,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;burger patties being cooked and burned,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;new shoes being put on display,&lt;br /&gt;the evening barely begining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I hear........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the joy in childrens hearts,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the old man and woman saying I Love You,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the ringing of the trolly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the chiming of cash registers,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the tearing of my movie ticket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I taste........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a CJ's burger in my mouthe,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the flavor of my bf's chap stick,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the new experience of  a little more freedom,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the knowledge of a new book,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the hint of romance in the air&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I touch........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a small puppy learning to walk,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the new growing grass at the park,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the warmth of an open fire,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the holding rail in the waiting line,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the heart of my beloved&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899214061320472463-7565125224270035111?l=dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/7565125224270035111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5899214061320472463&amp;postID=7565125224270035111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/7565125224270035111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/7565125224270035111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-fifth-sense-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>ClassicGlamour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175170841078075884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QzGCbqod2s/SNrgLMbjSBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uDmw3HobT9U/S220/Daina-lillith2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899214061320472463.post-4562204549316903467</id><published>2008-09-30T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:03:51.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric Reponse</title><content type='html'>Title: No One Knows&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Queens of the Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="110"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZkmPzJXvxr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="110" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=9966ff&amp;amp;primaryColor=000033&amp;amp;secondaryColor=663399&amp;amp;linkColor=330066"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxmusic16/music/SySdsD_O/queens_of_the_stone_age_no_one_knows/"&gt;No One Knows - Queens Of The Stone Age&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get some rules to follow&lt;br /&gt;That and this&lt;br /&gt;These and those&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get these pills to swallow&lt;br /&gt;How they stick&lt;br /&gt;In your throat&lt;br /&gt;Tastes like gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;No one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a fool of mine&lt;br /&gt;And I realize you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a fool of mine&lt;br /&gt;Ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I journey through the desert&lt;br /&gt;Of the mind&lt;br /&gt;With no hope&lt;br /&gt;I found low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drift along the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Dead lifeboats in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasently caving in&lt;br /&gt;I come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a fool of mine&lt;br /&gt;And I realize you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a fool and mine&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven smiles above me&lt;br /&gt;What a gift there below&lt;br /&gt;But no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift that you give to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one knows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How this song relates to me: I love this song because it reminds of passionate times in my life when i felt empowered, without people realizing what was going on with me. It also makes me feel that no matter what life throws at you, you can always handle it and make the problem go in your favor. It shows how in the most tragic times, your the only one ruining it for yourself. Like your the only one who is sinking yourself in more, when the solution is so close to you. And even when i feel really sad, and feel like the world is out to get me, this song reminds me that life is only as bad as i make it for myself. I have infinite possiblities, but i keeps choosing to go through what hurts me the most. And when I finally do get my thoughts straight and find "the light" I always have some one out there who still cares for me. I always have a friend with open arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899214061320472463-4562204549316903467?l=dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/4562204549316903467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5899214061320472463&amp;postID=4562204549316903467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/4562204549316903467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/4562204549316903467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/lyric-reponse.html' title='Lyric Reponse'/><author><name>ClassicGlamour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175170841078075884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QzGCbqod2s/SNrgLMbjSBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uDmw3HobT9U/S220/Daina-lillith2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899214061320472463.post-6242563664904420809</id><published>2008-09-24T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:57:47.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio Poem</title><content type='html'>Daina&lt;br /&gt;Child of a dancer and addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Who loves ice cream and animals&lt;br /&gt;Who hates the word hate.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to the Renaissance.&lt;br /&gt;Who wishes she could have met my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;Who is afraid of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of ice cream monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;Who is determined to be better than people expect her to be.&lt;br /&gt;Who values friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Who is proud of not getting pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Who will graduate from high school.&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;Daina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899214061320472463-6242563664904420809?l=dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/6242563664904420809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5899214061320472463&amp;postID=6242563664904420809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/6242563664904420809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899214061320472463/posts/default/6242563664904420809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dvillicana09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/bio-poem.html' title='Bio Poem'/><author><name>ClassicGlamour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04175170841078075884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QzGCbqod2s/SNrgLMbjSBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uDmw3HobT9U/S220/Daina-lillith2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
