<?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-1930388126728662798</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:21:08.868-07:00</updated><category term='poem'/><category term='clowns'/><category term='bio'/><category term='moon'/><title type='text'>Daily Drew</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drew Mont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188146175772158202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKIKWvMEUm0/SN-_hK7Y1II/AAAAAAAAABg/a7Qk4oYp7ns/S220/n556931481_880553_3619.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-1930388126728662798.post-7127390832221881262</id><published>2008-10-20T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:16:30.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewrite #1</title><content type='html'>My weekends tend to be full of excitement one way or another. Friday night, some friends and i decide to go out for a night on the town before this big competition in the morning. We went to our  local hang out spot in Chipotle. Any Chipotle restaurant is know as our spot weather its in Pasadena or Culver City. We've been to them all. So as we order our food, we noticed the tow truck circling around my friends car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost like a hawk about to swoop down for its prey. So we head out as we take the food to go in a rush, we run out and tell the tow truck driver that we'll move the car. Luckily we got luck and we slipped him a 10 dollar bill and he turn the other way and walked away. This occured at about 9:30pm. To me, the night was still young. So we decided to head back to his place which was a 30 min drive from the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend doesnt live on the most evenly leveled street, but he decided to hit full speed going up hill. These streets are not regular streets. They are hollywood knoll streets. they are so freaking small. He drives a Range Rover and just makes fitting into the streets, when we hit a pot hole in the street and the tire blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no choice but to do it our self's. I just find it funny that in schools, we learn how to add 2+2 but nobody ever thought me about a jack point that the car has. I thought school was supposed to help us survive the real world. We actually took about 45mins trying to put the jack right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8Kyi0WNg40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8Kyi0WNg40&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" 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/1930388126728662798-7127390832221881262?l=amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/7127390832221881262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930388126728662798&amp;postID=7127390832221881262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/7127390832221881262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/7127390832221881262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/freewrite-1.html' title='Freewrite #1'/><author><name>Drew Mont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188146175772158202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKIKWvMEUm0/SN-_hK7Y1II/AAAAAAAAABg/a7Qk4oYp7ns/S220/n556931481_880553_3619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930388126728662798.post-8606301359961714959</id><published>2008-10-12T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:21:59.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing Your Character</title><content type='html'>Character Name: Dave&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Age: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning has finally come to time. Dave is just an average man waking up to his annoying alarm clock, which he has broken many times in the past. He drags himself to the closet and pulls out his already ironed clothes. It takes him about ten minutes to dress himself while watching the news. Heading down stairs he looks in the mirror while unplugging his Blackberry, and tells himself “Maybe today will be different”. Little did he know that things were finally going to take a spin for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumps into his car, and backs out of the driveway. He’s only 23 and just out of college. Still looking for a breakthrough job, he works at a firm with a bunch of old guys. First stop of the day is Starbucks. Ordering his passion tea with a side of muffin. He places his items down to pick up a napkin, over extending his arms he bumps into a regular also at the coffee shop. Dave looks up and meets eyes with the lovely female. He apologizes for his lack of accuracy. She laughs and says “your not alone on that one, I also drop things too”. He replies “Maybe you and I can get together and drop things together”. She nods in a yes manner not knowing what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down her number Dave sneaks in a huge smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930388126728662798-8606301359961714959?l=amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/8606301359961714959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930388126728662798&amp;postID=8606301359961714959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/8606301359961714959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/8606301359961714959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/developing-your-character.html' title='Developing Your Character'/><author><name>Drew Mont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188146175772158202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKIKWvMEUm0/SN-_hK7Y1II/AAAAAAAAABg/a7Qk4oYp7ns/S220/n556931481_880553_3619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930388126728662798.post-5387842239109297917</id><published>2008-10-06T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:13:02.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting</title><content type='html'>I hear the wind blowing through the trees. I hear the animals creeping in the grass. I hear nothing at the peak of the mountain. I hear myself think even more. I hear the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I smell the clean air. I smell the trees. I smell myself. I smell everything thats around me. I smell the lies of this government.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wind passing me by. I touch the roughness of the rocks. I feel the cold air as the sun drops. I touch everything thats around me. I feel the calmness of the quite place.&lt;br /&gt;I see the sun setting as time passes. I see the animals playing in freedom. I see nothing destorying such a nice view. I see green grass get brighter with the reflections of the sun. I see myself in a place where no one can be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;I taste the cleanness of the air. I taste the sweet drink i have with me. I taste the purity of  the scene peace. I taste the love of nature that i have for freedom. I taste everything around me thats allowing myself to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930388126728662798-5387842239109297917?l=amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/5387842239109297917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930388126728662798&amp;postID=5387842239109297917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/5387842239109297917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/5387842239109297917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting.html' title='Setting'/><author><name>Drew Mont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188146175772158202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKIKWvMEUm0/SN-_hK7Y1II/AAAAAAAAABg/a7Qk4oYp7ns/S220/n556931481_880553_3619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930388126728662798.post-8007579341849645926</id><published>2008-09-26T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:17:19.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Song: Through The Wire&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvb-1wjAtk4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvb-1wjAtk4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they?&lt;br /&gt;Can they, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall&lt;br /&gt;For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire, through whatever come what may&lt;br /&gt;For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all away&lt;br /&gt;Right down through the wire, even through the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spit it through the wire man&lt;br /&gt;To much stuff on my heart right now man&lt;br /&gt;I'll gladly risk it all right now&lt;br /&gt;It's a life or death situation man&lt;br /&gt;Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man&lt;br /&gt;It's your boy Kanye to the....&lt;br /&gt;Chi-Town what's going on man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink a boost for breakfast, and ensure for dizzert&lt;br /&gt;Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp&lt;br /&gt;That right there could drive a sane man bizzerk&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry y'll Mr. H 2 the Izzo's back to wizzerk&lt;br /&gt;How do you console my mom or give her light support&lt;br /&gt;When you telling her your sons' on life support&lt;br /&gt;And just imagine how my girl feel&lt;br /&gt;On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emitt Till&lt;br /&gt;She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine&lt;br /&gt;She a delta so she been throwing them Dynasty signs&lt;br /&gt;No use me tryin' to be lyin'&lt;br /&gt;I been trying to signed&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;How I use two lifelines&lt;br /&gt;In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said I had blood clots&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't Jamaican man&lt;br /&gt;Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make the band&lt;br /&gt;I swear this right here is history in the making man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really apologize how I sound right now man&lt;br /&gt;If it's unclear at all, man&lt;br /&gt;They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks&lt;br /&gt;You know we had reconstru....&lt;br /&gt;I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw&lt;br /&gt;Looked in the mirror half my jaw was in the back of my mouth man&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it&lt;br /&gt;But im still here for yall right now yo&lt;br /&gt;This is what I gotta say yo&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, turn me up yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if somebody from the Chi was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around&lt;br /&gt;But he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word&lt;br /&gt;Except he really putting it down&lt;br /&gt;And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory&lt;br /&gt;And what we need to do in the game&lt;br /&gt;Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye his whole life changed&lt;br /&gt;If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I ain't to cool for the safe belt&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God drive two on the sue&lt;br /&gt;I got lawyer for the case to keep whats in my safe; safe&lt;br /&gt;My dawgs couldn't tell if I&lt;br /&gt;I look Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky, it was televised&lt;br /&gt;All they heard was that I was in an accident like GEICO&lt;br /&gt;They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael&lt;br /&gt;I must gotta angel&lt;br /&gt;Cause look how death missed his ass&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass&lt;br /&gt;Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past&lt;br /&gt;Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash&lt;br /&gt;And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid&lt;br /&gt;Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph&lt;br /&gt;Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what im saying&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor told me I had a um..  I was goin to have a plate on my chin&lt;br /&gt;I said dawg don't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now&lt;br /&gt;Its bad enough I got all this jewelry on&lt;br /&gt;Can't be serious man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus repeats till fade]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;       Kanye has always been one of my favorite hip-hop artist since his first album. The things he talks about are based on true stories. And i feel that i can relate to this song. In the song Kanye talks about being in a car accident and nearly dying. I went through the same this except that i was told that i was never going to walk again.&lt;br /&gt; The same way he wasnt about to use his most important part of his career, his voice, was hard on him. But he was still able to record that track. I couldn't use my legs to advance my career was hard for me. I mean come on, i was told that i was never gonna walk and here i am. And he makes it clear in the lyrics that he was never going to give up. I know that im also never going to give up.&lt;br /&gt; Its gives me a feeling that someone else went through the same this as i did. And it gives me this feeling that i should never give up because i've been through worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1930388126728662798-8007579341849645926?l=amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/8007579341849645926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930388126728662798&amp;postID=8007579341849645926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/8007579341849645926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/8007579341849645926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/response-to-lyrics.html' title='Response to Lyrics'/><author><name>Drew Mont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188146175772158202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKIKWvMEUm0/SN-_hK7Y1II/AAAAAAAAABg/a7Qk4oYp7ns/S220/n556931481_880553_3619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930388126728662798.post-1111069826206973322</id><published>2008-09-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:58:17.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clowns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bio'/><title type='text'>Bio Poem</title><content type='html'>Andrew Montanez&lt;br /&gt;Child of a lady&lt;br /&gt;Who loves having fun&lt;br /&gt;Who hates being bored&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Who wishes he could've met Elvis&lt;br /&gt;Who is scared of the clowns&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of being rich&lt;br /&gt;Who is determined to be the best skater&lt;br /&gt;Who values honesty&lt;br /&gt;Who is proud of himself&lt;br /&gt;Who will graduate from LAICHS&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in LA&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Montanez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930388126728662798-1111069826206973322?l=amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/feeds/1111069826206973322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930388126728662798&amp;postID=1111069826206973322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/1111069826206973322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930388126728662798/posts/default/1111069826206973322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amontanez09laichs.blogspot.com/2008/09/bio-poem.html' title='Bio Poem'/><author><name>Drew Mont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12188146175772158202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKIKWvMEUm0/SN-_hK7Y1II/AAAAAAAAABg/a7Qk4oYp7ns/S220/n556931481_880553_3619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
