<?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-20948200</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:59:58.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creativeparis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20948200.post-114885716063800980</id><published>2006-05-28T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:59:20.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Davinici Code (the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this movie is totally contradicting the bible. People who don't know God are going to run out and see the movie, and think that Jesus did marry a prostetute, and had children by her. Everything in that movie is fiction, and I feel terribly sorry for the man who made it, because I am pretty sure that he is in deep trouble with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't figured it out by now, I am a divine christian, and I think that anything that contradicts the bible is totally wrong. This movie is giving false information to people about Jesus Christ, and I think that the movie should not be supported by any christians, or believers of God. For all those who say that you want to go see it because you are curious, I have only one thing to say to you. ALL CURIOSITY IS NOT GOOD CURIOSITY. So do me and yourself a favor, and do not go support this demon movie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114885716063800980?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114885716063800980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114885716063800980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114885716063800980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114885716063800980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/davinici-code-movie-i-think-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114720140041829114</id><published>2006-05-09T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:03:20.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Role Models&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role models are very important, especially when they are famous. Famous role models give kids hope that they can be whatever they put their minds to. When kids look up to people, they idolize them. They watch their every move, and know almost everything about them. Being watched all of the time, role models have to watch what they say and do. If they say the wrong thing, it might influence someone to do something that isn't right. That's why rappers have to watch what they say, because they have a lot of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a role model makes kids want to do something with their lives, so that they won't disappoint them. I think that it is best for a child to have a role model that is close to them; such as a family member, teacher, or coach.&lt;br /&gt;When these types of people are role models, that have a bigger effect on kids, because they see the kids everyday. When kids have a chance to talk to their role models everyday, it keeps their mind on what's important in life. Troubled kids are a prime example of kids who have the wrong role models. Whether they want to take on the responsibility or not, but role models have an effect on whether kids make something out of themselves, or they just waste away their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way a role model that is close to young people is important, is because they have a chance to influence the type of decisions young people make. If a role model explains to a young person a type of situation in which they were in, and how they dealt with the situation could definitely help us as young people. So when those type of situations approach us, we will know how to handle them, and what will happen if we chose the wrong decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114720140041829114?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114720140041829114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114720140041829114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114720140041829114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114720140041829114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/role-models-role-models-are-very.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114720113581136280</id><published>2006-05-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:58:55.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Definition of an Educated Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of an educated person, is someone who takes what they know and learned, and puts it to good use. If someone knows information, and doesn't put it to use, then it's really no point of them learning anything. The key to knowledge in my eyes is using knowledge. Learning is definitely the key to success, and an educated person knows the importance of learning. An educated person takes what they have learned and puts it to good use, by helping society or sharing it with someone else. An educated person knows how to share knowledge. In my eyes, a very smart educated person takes what they have learned, and puts their knowledge to work, and makes money off of it.&lt;br /&gt;An educated person knows both sides of the world. They know the streets, and the business sides of the world. It is very valuable to know both sides. If an educated person knows too much of the business side of the world, then the streets will take advantage of that person. If and educated person knows too much about the streets, and not enough about the business world, then the business world will take advantage of that person. So knowing both sides of the world is a key value that an educated person really needs.&lt;br /&gt;Also, an educated person knows how to balance work and having fun. An educated person knows that if he or she does too much of the other, then they will be in very bad shape. Another thing that an educated person knows is that they need their family. That is what's wrong with a lot of people, they get too "educated" and they think that they don't need their families, and little do they know that they are very wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114720113581136280?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114720113581136280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114720113581136280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114720113581136280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114720113581136280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-definition-of-educated-person-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114711730567268492</id><published>2006-05-08T12:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:41:45.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone I both Fear and Admire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally admire my grandmother, but I also fear her. My grandmother is a woman of God who knows how to stand her ground. She isn't afraid of anything. When some older women walk by a group of men who are black, they get scared and hold their purses tight, not my grandmother. My grandmother walks by and looks everyone in the eye and says, "Hi, how are you young men doing. I hope God's blessed you." Sometimes she might even hold a conversation with them. Believe it or not, most of the young men that she talks to respect her, or speak to her when they see her in the street. She loves God, and is not afraid of anything, because she knows that the Lord has her back. Loving God as much as she does, my grandmother loves people. She would rather do for someone else rather than doing for herself. My grandfather always tries to get her to buy herself things, but she just spends her money on other people.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely fear my grandmother. When she gets angry, she is dangerous. She doesn't curse or anything, but she threatens pretty well. My grandmother rarely gets angry. She loves life and she tries not to let things bother her. The event that really aggravates her, is when her grandchildren are acting up in school, or when they disobey their parents. My grandmother sits us down, and talks to us when we do wrong, and she tells us things that have happened to her, in which we can relate to. It is really easy to talk to my grandmother, because she has been through so much, and she lets me know things, to that I won't have to go through them when I get older. I know I am suppose to say how I fear her, but I admire her more than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114711730567268492?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114711730567268492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114711730567268492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711730567268492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711730567268492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/someone-i-both-fear-and-admire-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114711709432455957</id><published>2006-05-08T12:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:38:14.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The American family has been called a dying institution"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the American family is definitely a dying institution. American families don't look out for each other like other ethnic cultures do. In America, everyone looks out for themselves, and it shouldn't be like that. Family values are lost in today's families. No one looks out for each other anymore, and it should be like that. American families need to get back to the old time way. Now, families are putting each other down, and only think about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though family values have been thrown away. It's very sad that families don't stick together like they use to. Families are going to be like dinosaurs, because they are going to be extinct pretty soon, because families are getting further and further apart. Don't get me wrong, not every family in America is distant, because my immediate family is pretty close, but a lot of families don't appreciate each other. I think the main reason why American families are called a dying institution, is because people in the family don't respect each other. When there is an argument in a family, instead of working it out, people just stop coming around.&lt;br /&gt;Family to me, is the most important thing in life. Family will be there for me when no one else will be. I think that most people will regret not being close to their family or loving their family the way that they should have. Family has your blood, and will always be people that you can count on. When people neglect their family for friends, they later find out that the people who they thought were their friends really wasn't and they come crawling right back to their family. So I say to all families today, please love and take care of each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114711709432455957?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114711709432455957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114711709432455957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711709432455957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711709432455957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/american-family-has-been-called-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114711697561366988</id><published>2006-05-08T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:36:15.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114711697561366988?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114711697561366988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114711697561366988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711697561366988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711697561366988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114711695869311867</id><published>2006-05-08T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:35:58.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114711695869311867?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114711695869311867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114711695869311867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711695869311867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711695869311867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114711677283591888</id><published>2006-05-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:32:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"That Ought to have Changed, but have Not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something that definitely ought to have changed, but have not is the fact that George W. Bush is the President of the United States. Before Bush was the president, our country was fine. We weren't at war, and we didn't have any trouble with terrorist. We are at war, and no one actually knows the real reason for us being at war. People are losing their loved ones everyday, and for what. I really that the citizens of the United States should get together with the Congress, and impeach Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event that really made me despise Bush was the fact that when Hurricane Katrina hit, he was on "vacation". I guess his citizens losing their lives, homes, and family is not a good enough reason for a president to come off vacation. When Bush finally did show up, it was a week later. If that would have been President Clinton, he would have been down there the day that the Hurricane hit. I really don't think that Bush likes African-Americans. When Bush went down to New Orleans, all they showed him on television with was the whites, who weren't poor, and who had enough money to rebuild. If he is the president, he just can't like only half of the people who are a certain color, but he has to love everybody as one. Even the people who did vote for him in the election wish that they would have changed their vote. It is not good to have everyone in your country hate you. Bush has made it very hard to live in the United States. Gas prices are ridiculous right now, and what is he doing about it? Absolutely nothing! Like I said before, Bush should definitely be impeached, and him and his father shouldn't be aloud to live in this country again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114711677283591888?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114711677283591888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114711677283591888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711677283591888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114711677283591888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-ought-to-have-changed-but-have.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114366230536953639</id><published>2006-03-29T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:58:25.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sausage and Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the story "Sausage and Beer was very interesting. The story had a very important meaning, and to me that meaning was that family is very important, and that I should love my family no matter what. Uncle Theodore was in a mental institution, and yet his brother still came to see him, and when his son got old enough to handle to go and see him, he brought him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my own experience in life definitely help me interested in the story. I basically put myself in the boy's shoes, and tried to feel emotions as if I was him. Also, I have family member's that are in jail, and just because they made wrong decisions, doesn't mean that I don't love them.&lt;br /&gt;The author, Minot, made his character interesting to the reader because this experience to him was new. Him using his imagination, was very interesting to me because he didn't know what his uncle would be like, and it made me wonder what his uncle would be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114366230536953639?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114366230536953639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114366230536953639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114366230536953639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114366230536953639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/sausage-and-beer-i-thought-story.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114314614363592931</id><published>2006-03-23T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:35:43.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Description of Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina from the book Mina's joint is a very beautiful and intelligent person. She is definitely a dynamic character. Mina is about short thick lady with her head on straight. She has everything that a woman wants in life. She is engaged to the mayor's son, Andrew, she has all the fine things in life, and she has a family who loves and supports her in every way. The only thing is, is that Mina's finance physically abuses her. She doesn't go to anyone for help because the mayor's term in office is up, and he is running again for a second term. How would that look if everyone found out that his son beats his soon to be wife? Eventually Mina has fallen out of love for Andrew, and has found a new love named Victor, but she is too scared to tell Andrew because of what he might do to her.&lt;br /&gt;One day Andrew goes too far, and sends Mina to the hospital. Victor comes to Mina's house to visit her, and founds her badly beaten by Andrew. Mina is a dynamic character, because at first, she was this lovable young lady who had a soft heart for men. Now she is in love with Victor, but won't let her heart fall totally for him because she was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114314614363592931?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114314614363592931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114314614363592931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114314614363592931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114314614363592931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/description-of-character-mina-from.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114184902003086515</id><published>2006-03-08T12:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:17:00.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Setting of B.A.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey and Niecy walked in one of the bathrooms in a mansion. The bathroom has marble floors and a chandelier hanging through the ceiling. The bathroom smells like red roses and sunflowers. There are two toilets and they are different. One is a cleansing toilet, and the other is the day-to-day toilet. Niecy turned on the cleansing toilet and water started to go everywhere. Niecy started screaming, and Mickey ran over to try to help turn off the toilet. As the two girls tried to turn off the toilet, they kept on falling because water was all over the floor. Finally, Niecy was able to turn the toilet off, and the two girls tried to get up and walk, but kept falling. Once they stood up, held hands, and concentrated, they were able to get out of the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114184902003086515?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114184902003086515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114184902003086515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114184902003086515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114184902003086515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/setting-of-b_114184902003086515.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114184881245428940</id><published>2006-03-08T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:13:32.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Setting of B.A.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey and Niecy walked in one of the bathrooms in a mansion. The bathroom has marble floors and a chandelier hanging through the ceiling. The bathroom smells like red roses and sunflowers. There are two toilets and they are different. One is a cleansing toilet, and the other is the day-to-day toilet. Niecy turned on the cleansing toilet and water started to go everywhere. Niecy started screaming, and Mickey ran over to try to help turn off the toilet. As the two girls tried to turn off the toilet, they kept on falling because water was all over the floor. Finally, Niecy was able to turn the toilet off, and the two girls tried to get up and walk, but kept falling. Once they stood up, held hands, and concentrated, they were able to get out of the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114184881245428940?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114184881245428940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114184881245428940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114184881245428940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114184881245428940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/setting-of-b_08.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114184874291484447</id><published>2006-03-08T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:12:22.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Setting of B.A.P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Mickey and Niecy walked in one of the bathrooms in a mansion. The bathroom has marble floors and a chandelier hanging through the ceiling. The bathroom smells like red roses and sunflowers. There are two toilets and they are different. One is a cleansing toilet, and the other is the day-to-day toilet. Niecy turned on the cleansing toilet and water started to go everywhere. Niecy started screaming, and Mickey ran over to try to help turn off the toilet. As the two girls tried to turn off the toilet, they kept on falling because water was all over the floor. Finally, Niecy was able to turn the toilet off, and the two girls tried to get up and walk, but kept falling. Once they stood up, held hands, and concentrated, they were able to get out of the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114184874291484447?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114184874291484447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114184874291484447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114184874291484447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114184874291484447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/setting-of-b.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114184833425221670</id><published>2006-03-08T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:05:34.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suspense&lt;br /&gt;By: LaParis Hawkins&lt;br /&gt;A writer may use suspense in a lot of ways. One way a writer can use suspense is by using sensory details. Sensory details make the reader feel as if they are in the same room as the character. It makes the reader see the scene in the story perfectly. Another way a writer may use suspense in a story is by setting a tone in a story. The tone sets the mood of the story, and allows the reader to feel how the character in a story feels. A third way a writer can use suspense is by creating a very good plot. The plot of the story means a lot when the reader is trying to understand the atmosphere of the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114184833425221670?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114184833425221670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114184833425221670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114184833425221670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114184833425221670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/03/suspense-by-laparis-hawkins-writer-may.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-114003544104316521</id><published>2006-02-15T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:30:41.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ten Rules Based on Advice of Joyce Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Always your heart out&lt;br /&gt;2) Write with passion&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;4) Find your forbidden passion&lt;br /&gt;5) Immerse yourself in a writer you love&lt;br /&gt;6) Write for your own time&lt;br /&gt;7) Give yourself a fictitious name&lt;br /&gt;8) Give yourself up in admiration&lt;br /&gt;9) Be proud of being an idealist and being romantic&lt;br /&gt;10) Stay an individual and don't compare yourself to your peers or other writers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-114003544104316521?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/114003544104316521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=114003544104316521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114003544104316521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/114003544104316521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/02/ten-rules-based-on-advice-_114003544104316521.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-113865228336387021</id><published>2006-01-30T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:18:03.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1)"Ain't That Bad?" Written by: Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem because I can really relate to it. To me, the poem was describing a barbecue, or just a day hanging out with the family. In this poem, Maya Angelou also relates to the successful black singers, writers, and boxers, that I remember hearing as a child. This poem tome, explains the relationship between "colored folks", and the good times that we can have with each other. Ms. Angelou shows the culture of "colored folks", like when she says how she tightens her 'fro, and how she describes her dancing to the music. In this poem, Maya Angelou takes pride in being black, and I think that is absolutely incredible. She says that being black is fine, it makes her glow, and the line that I connected with the most is when she says, " Black like the hour of the night." To me, this line meant that black people are treated last in society, like at night is the last hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) " Theme for English B, Written By: Langston Hughes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is awesome. In the beginning Langston Hughes has a dialog, and the teacher is saying what his assignment in his English B was. Then, he starts talking about his thought process was about the assignment. The issues of him being the only black person in his class showed that he felt isolated in that class. He also takes the reader through a journey of him leaving the classroom, until the time he gets home and sits down at his desk to write the page for his English class. The subject in which sticks out to me the most is the fact that he said even though people are white they still are American, and because they are American, they are apart of him. He says that maybe sometimes they don't want to be apart of him, and sometimes he doesn't want to be apart of them, but whether he likes it or not , we are all equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone Written By: Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this poem because the author, Rainer Maria Rilke, really captured in words what it feels like to feel alone, but you really aren't. I can really relate to this poem, because sometime I feel like it’s me against the world. In my head I know that my mother and my family are there for me, but sometimes they just can’t help me through some of the situations that I go through. Even when I do tell them, they might not understand. For example, when the speaker in the poem says, " to be among those in the know, or else be alone. I know exactly what this person is feeling. I want to be around people who understand me, or I would rather be alone. The speaker also compares his life to the world, and said how he want s to mirror the world's image to its fullest perfection. The writer wants to be as perfect as the world at its fullest perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-113865228336387021?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/113865228336387021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=113865228336387021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/113865228336387021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/113865228336387021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/1aint-that-bad-written-by-maya-angelou.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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-20948200.post-113770314581278941</id><published>2006-01-19T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:21:44.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read the following ten poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ain't That Bad?, Maya Angelou, &lt;a href="http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/angelou/poems-ma.html"&gt;http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/angelou/poems-ma.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Theme for English B, Langston Hughes, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15614"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15614&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Looking For Omar, Ethelbert Miller, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15614"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15614&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I Am Much Too Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone, Rainer Maria Rilke, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16290"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16290&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Because I could not stop for Death, Emily Dickinson, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15395"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15395&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Bedtime Story, Wanda Coleman, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15533"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15533&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A Divine Image, William Blake, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15842"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15842&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Naming, Nancy Mairs, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16648"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16648&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Hands, Svi Cedering, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15716"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15716&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) My Soul, Ember Ward, &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16481"&gt;http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16481&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-113770314581278941?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/113770314581278941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=113770314581278941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope you enjoy my blogg!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am 16 years old, and a sophmore in high school. I have a 3.8 G.P.A. I play basketball, tennis, and soccer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My interests are reading, writing, watching football, and listening to music. I love to hang out with friends and talk on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20948200-113718456278629282?l=creativeparis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/feeds/113718456278629282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20948200&amp;postID=113718456278629282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/113718456278629282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20948200/posts/default/113718456278629282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativeparis.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-this-is-laparis-i-hope-you-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>LaParis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06751185382164941227</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>
