<?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-8569516588090278990</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:47:45.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrian's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8569516588090278990.post-7101643367441267874</id><published>2009-12-12T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:22:22.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Controls my Life?</title><content type='html'>One of my professors old me to ask my self a simple question. I am nineteen years old and this is the first time that I’ve asked my self that question. What controls my life? I think it’s going to take me another nineteen years to figure out the response. I have thought of so many potential answers, but non of them are good enough to satisfy me. I asked my girlfriend what controls her life; she said, me, myself and I. I asked my brother, and he said it was his decisions. I think that our values and goals are definitely a very important factor. I believe that willpower brings success, and as I keep on living, success will get me closer to the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-7101643367441267874?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/7101643367441267874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-controls-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/7101643367441267874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/7101643367441267874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-controls-my-life.html' title='What Controls my Life?'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-2897978665346818685</id><published>2009-12-12T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:05:09.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Today</title><content type='html'>Youth of today; definitely speeding up to adulthood too fast. Kids today want to see and do things older people do. kids are definitely influenced by movies, songs, TV, and all the media out there. I have a younger brother and it's incredible to see how much he's interested in all the stuff I do, all the places I go to and even how the college life is. It's as if he just wants to grow up so fast and do all these things. I try not to expose him to many things but I think that's not enough. They really are learning too fast. I've had conversations with my grandma about this subject and to her it is just unbelievable what kids are doing these days. From my point of view it is not to that extreme but when I went to my bother's middle school the other day I was able to notice the difference of how things were back then and how they are now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-2897978665346818685?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/2897978665346818685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/kids-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/2897978665346818685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/2897978665346818685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/kids-today.html' title='Kids Today'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-6310254393462327420</id><published>2009-12-12T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:33:14.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture in our city</title><content type='html'>Culture has many negative aspects to it, but it also has a good side to it and it is something I believe we all should have. Culture is part of who we are, part our family and historical background. One of the negative aspects of culture is that most people have different cultures and that sometimes leads to misunderstandings. But culture is definitely something very important in our lives, practically most of who we are is due to our culture. I live in Hialeah (Agua Fango y Factoria!). Hialeah is a place where many cultures meet creating the city that we have today. The reason that we have such a a unique city is thanks to all the different cultures that come together making our own culture adapt to new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-6310254393462327420?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/6310254393462327420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/culture-in-our-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/6310254393462327420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/6310254393462327420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/culture-in-our-city.html' title='Culture in our city'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-2156481145324472154</id><published>2009-12-11T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:59:38.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Relationships</title><content type='html'>Trust, Intimacy, Communication, Commitment, Love, Friendship, Patience, Humor, Flexibility, and lastly Forgiveness; those are the most important words in any loving relationship according to psychology. How do we determine if we can trust someone? First ask yourselves how predictable the individual is? Can you depend on this person? And do you have faith in this person? That is something very valuable that people have to earn. In any healthy loving relationship we are able to find intimacy, passion, and commitment, the three ingredients of love. These are key points in our lives that will definitely make us feel happier and healthier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-2156481145324472154?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/2156481145324472154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/loving-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/2156481145324472154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/2156481145324472154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/loving-relationships.html' title='Loving Relationships'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-3030841712067913844</id><published>2009-12-11T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:34:08.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horror Genre</title><content type='html'>What is it about horror that attracts people? Most people that go to the movies go for the horror movies. Why? adrenaline; horror movies have their parts of adrenaline rush and they are just a thrill to watch, they are also often referred to as very exiting films. Another reason why we often watch these movies is because all the blood and gore is sometimes intriguing to us, that dark side of our minds kind of comes alive and wonders. Others just go and watch the movies because they are very popular and they just want to follow the crowd and not be the only ones not being able to talk about the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-3030841712067913844?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/3030841712067913844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/horror-genre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/3030841712067913844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/3030841712067913844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/horror-genre.html' title='The Horror Genre'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-6120805769522305537</id><published>2009-12-11T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:02:06.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Action</title><content type='html'>How many times have we seen people or even ourselves just whining about something and not doing anything about it. Whining itself s not going to do the trick or make us feel any better. Whining as I see it is just us fighting with ourselves, complaining is when we actually take action. Why don't we complain about traffic in Palmetto at around five in the afternoon? Why don't we complain about the way some of our managers or bosses treat us? Why don't we complain about the bad services we get in some restaurants or even hospitals? Ultimately, why is it that we rely or wait for other people to take action and do things for us? We whine about things in our own space, but never take the action of complaining. Are we just lazy, afraid maybe, dependent? I think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-6120805769522305537?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/6120805769522305537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/taking-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/6120805769522305537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/6120805769522305537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/taking-action.html' title='Taking Action'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-4973345929720625660</id><published>2009-12-11T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:58:54.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neat and Sloppy</title><content type='html'>Neat and Sloppy, just two opposite poles, but people tend to relate neatness with good and being sloppy with bad. In my opinion either one is just a way of being, if a person feels successful and has no problem with being sloppy, that's fine. In Britt's essay we can see how she plays with this ideal and favors sloppy people by providing good examples about them. She says that "sloppiness is merely the unfortunate consequence of their extreme moral rectitude". Come on that is just justifying sloppiness! She also believes that sloppy people are more kind and care a lot about others. As for neat people, her opinion on them is that they are mean, are always in a bad mood, and are very insensitive because they're always throwing things away.&lt;br /&gt;    In my personal situation I work better when everything is organized and at hand. I'm not an extremely neat person either I am actually sloppy sometimes depending on the situation. For example at work i have my responsibilities and I find it easier for me to have everything organized just because it looks more professional and I find everything at hand because I know where everything is. When it comes to my bedroom I keep clean and neat, but sometimes i have my little mess going on, and I just leave stuff everywhere but you know that's just home. What I'm saying is neat or sloppy it's fine as long as we feel comfortable and it doesn't get in the way our success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-4973345929720625660?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/4973345929720625660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/neat-and-sloppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/4973345929720625660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/4973345929720625660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/neat-and-sloppy.html' title='Neat and Sloppy'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-6692721559763991235</id><published>2009-12-10T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:02:33.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Taking Action</title><content type='html'>We have a problem at home, and the first thing we tend to do is complain about it. Why? well it is just or pace of comfort and we feel the freedom to do or say most of the things that we want. Why don't we complain about traffic in Palmetto at around five in the afternoon? Why don't we complain about the way some of our managers or bosses treat us? Why don't we complain about the bad services we get in some restaurants or even hospitals? Ultimately, why is it that we rely or wait for other people to take action and do things for us? I think that we don't take action because it is way more complicated and it takes more work and dedication. We whine about things in our own space, but never take the action of complaining. Are we just lazy, afraid maybe, dependent? I think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-6692721559763991235?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/6692721559763991235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-taking-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/6692721559763991235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/6692721559763991235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-taking-action.html' title='Not Taking Action'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-6195874709831208951</id><published>2009-12-10T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:52:50.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct or Inddirect</title><content type='html'>I believe in balance; i don't like extremes, not to much not too little, with some exceptions of course, so If i were to put direct and indirect communication in a scale from one to ten, direct being one, indirect being ten; I would say that I am somewhere between three and five. When it comes to work, school, and all those serious, more professional scenarios I would definitely prefer a direct way of communication. That gets rid of all the misunderstandings or doubts, it gives us a message clearly and easy to understand. On the other hand when it comes to closer relationships, like family and friends, I really enjoy it when they tell me jokes or surprise me in a more indirect way. Indirect dialogs are very interesting and funny. Then again if it's there's something serious to talk about i would prefer a more direct way of approaching things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-6195874709831208951?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/6195874709831208951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-believe-in-balance-i-dont-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/6195874709831208951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/6195874709831208951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-believe-in-balance-i-dont-like.html' title='Direct or Inddirect'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-9021487489098015624</id><published>2009-12-08T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:34:15.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>God! this stuff kills; yes that would be stress. Stress that we get since that alarm clock starts beeping early in the morning, rushing through breakfast so that we get to school on time, then we get stuck in traffic. By the time we get to school we're so stressed out that it becomes harder to focus. That is not healthy at all, seriously we're living a very stressful life. Most of us carry so much stress throughout the day that it is hard to focus and pay attention to what we're doing just because we have all these things in our head that are keeping us from appreciating what ever is happening right in front of us. By the end of the day we are just so mentally exhausted that we don't even remember most of our day, that's why you hear most people say it's unbelievable how time has passed so fast. It's like we are barely living our days. Life is for the liver of it, just try to find to find something to look forward to every time you wake up in the morning, that will make your day more enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-9021487489098015624?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/9021487489098015624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/9021487489098015624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/9021487489098015624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-2794880090419890145</id><published>2009-12-08T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:16:46.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Work (extra credit)</title><content type='html'>I started doing community work back when I was a High School student. Some of the things that I would do is help out my teachers with their paper work and organizing the classroom. In the school office I would also help the ladies in the attendance office with stuff that they couldn't do at the moment because they were busy. Out of all the one that i enjoyed the most was when I went to help Dr. Velazquez a physical therapist who would show me how his career is since I am interested in it, I also had the chance to help in whatever I could. I was learning and getting the satisfaction that I was helping at the same time so to me that was a win win. We all need money, but the satisfaction that comes from helping others is priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-2794880090419890145?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/2794880090419890145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/community-work-extra-credit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/2794880090419890145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/2794880090419890145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/community-work-extra-credit.html' title='Community Work (extra credit)'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-1531705663978387401</id><published>2009-12-08T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:54:48.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whale Rider</title><content type='html'>The movie "Whale Rider" was about a girl named Pikea who belonged to a tribe of which her grandfather Paka was the leader of. Paka was a very strong old man, and very committed to the tribe. He was suffering because everyone had lost their sense of culture, and his grandson (Pikea's twin brother) died at birth and he was supposed to be the leader of the tribe. Although Paka didn't want to accept it, Pikea was a natural born leader, the girl surpassed each one of Paka's expectations, but it was until she rode on the back of the whale that Paka realized that she was the chosen one. In this movie we see a lot of symbolism, also sexism. One of my favorite scenes was when she alone gets the whales to go back to the water when everyone in the tribe couldn't do it. I liked this movie a lot because it shows how this little girl had such a powerful spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-1531705663978387401?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/1531705663978387401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/whale-rider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/1531705663978387401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/1531705663978387401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/whale-rider.html' title='Whale Rider'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-714832382286447343</id><published>2009-12-08T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:02:58.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Cultura (extra credit)</title><content type='html'>Cafe Cultura is not just a magazine that we have at Miami Dade College, it is the thoughts, experiences and ideas of many students. I went to the show a couple months ago and it was great. The food was awesome, pastelitos and everything very cultural, also the way the tables were set up was one thing that I liked a lot, I mean there was a pen, a piece of paper, a candle, and a rose for everyone in the table. When the lights were turned off to begin the presentation all the candles were light up and looked like a movie setting it was just phenomenal. The presentations were also very good and some kinda funny too. Over all it was an awesome show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-714832382286447343?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/714832382286447343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/cafe-cultura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/714832382286447343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/714832382286447343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/12/cafe-cultura.html' title='Cafe Cultura (extra credit)'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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-8569516588090278990.post-3167879964266019336</id><published>2009-09-07T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:37:31.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borges and I</title><content type='html'>After reading Borges and I, my first reaction was one of interest; interest towards the different roles that shape his personality and how he deals with his life's work "I do not know which one us has written this page" It's as if this person has lost a sense of who he really is, but then again he is able to recognize that. In my opinion that is a problem that the majority of people face in today's society; it is really hard to find someone who is entirely happy with the life that he/she is carrying that knows exactly who he/she is, and is able to call himself a succesful person.&lt;br /&gt;As for me I try to take on my roles without changing my personality or who I am, although there are times where i have to behave a certain way, just like in school, for example, or my job, those are to different roles. Who really am I? I have actually asked my self that question, but I've never had a clear answer to that, so instead of focusing on it, I just use that time to do the things that I want to do and make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8569516588090278990-3167879964266019336?l=8adrian8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/feeds/3167879964266019336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/09/borges-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/3167879964266019336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8569516588090278990/posts/default/3167879964266019336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://8adrian8.blogspot.com/2009/09/borges-and-i.html' title='Borges and I'/><author><name>adrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774933012441770623</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>
