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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Who am I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am a troubled student in
middle school&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I talk back to the teachers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I get in fights&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Teachers hate me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;In school suspensions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;One point GPA was good
enough for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I didn’t care&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I had friends&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Who am I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am officially graduated
from middle school&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I can see the direction that
I am heading to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;It does not look so good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Why is my mom crying?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Why are you kicking my
sister out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;There is too much noise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mom please stop crying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;It hurts me too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I don’t like to see you
suffer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Your sister is dead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Your brother is dead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;The rest are drunks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;But you care mom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;You still care for them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;You believe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;You risked it all for us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am here because of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;You gave up your life in
order for me to have one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I owe my life to you mom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Dad I love you too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I promise ill do whatever it
takes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I just don’t want to see you
cry no more&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I don’t like crying myself
to sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Who am I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am entering high school&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I was so close to a 4.0 my
first year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I’ve never had one of those&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I thought those were
impossible&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;If I try, I can do this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;If I put my mind to it
anything is possible &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;The kids at school are no
different from me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;They are not smarter than me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Son don’t forget to give
back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mom don’t worry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I will give back &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;To the unfortunate &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;To the voiceless&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;To the community&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I won’t be able to repay you
ever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;All I can do is make you
proud&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;If you want me to give back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I will give back until I can
no longer breathe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Who am I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am a high school graduate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Over 1000 hours given back
to my community&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Graduated with honors&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Half a million dollars in
scholarship money&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Any college I want to go to
paid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;But I choose Portland &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;My mom is close to Portland&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I want to be close to my mom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Congratulations son&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am proud of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mom don’t cry please&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am not finished yet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;My life has just started&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;There are people that need
help&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;If I don’t help who will&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Who am I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am college student &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Pursing a major in criminal
justice and criminology&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Since I’ve been in college &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I’ve gladly given up another
800 hours&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;To my club&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;My community&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;And my country&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I want to help those in need&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I want to help people see
the best in themselves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I want to give back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Who am I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am curious at the
detention center&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Walking to B2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;The door opens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;We begin with our assignment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;How much do you get paid?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;You wouldn’t be here if you
didn’t get paid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Zero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Nada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Then why are you here?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Because I believe in you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Nobody is going to listen to
you around here?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;You don’t have to listen &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;But I know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;One day, somewhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Someone will here my voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;If I can get one person to
listen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;If I can motivate them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;If I can help them see the
potential that lies within them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;If by the end of the day
something inside their head clicks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Than I have done my job&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I wish I had more time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I also wish I had more hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;But I guess these two will
have to do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Who am i?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am thirsty &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am hungry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am ready to over come any
barrier&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;So that I can become a
better helper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Capstone is done&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Detention visits are over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;But believe me I won’t
forget&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;The unfortunate &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;The voiceless&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;And the community&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I won’t forget the youth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;They are the future of this
country&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I won’t forget you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I will be back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;And I will help&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I just need my degree&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;My masters and my PhD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Who am i?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Isaac Camacho Castillo&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;You are my son&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I am proud of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Thank you so much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;No mom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Thank you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Thank you for giving up your
life so I can have a better one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Thank you for making me who
I am today&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I will give up my life in
order for others to have a better one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;This term I am working with Measure 11 Youth at the Juvenile&amp;nbsp;Detention&amp;nbsp;Center. The minimum sentence is 5 years 10 months. These are some of the thing they write. I will be&amp;nbsp;putting them on my blog. Our voice is our power. This is&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;voice, they should be&amp;nbsp;listened&amp;nbsp;to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Love Always&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;I
respect my wife because she has my back the whole way, even when I was going
through treatment. She always keeps me in check for the right reasons. I’ll
always love her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Today
when I went to court the judge said I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;wouldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;couldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;go to treatment,
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;-Kayshawn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;If I
could afford to give back, I would give back my love to my family and the
people I let down. I was doing good, playing baseball for a USA team. It&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;wasn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;until I got caught up with drugs and criminal activity. I ended up in here,
facing 7 Years 6 Months.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;-Bobby&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Back in High School right after spring break&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The Most important question was &quot;Who you gonna take?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Searching throughout friends on myspace.com&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Find a girl that&#39;s bomb to ask her out to prom&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It wasn&#39;t long before I actually found out&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;That I had not doubt what this girl was all about&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;We talked she talked both pacing the floor as we walk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Time passing by every time I glimpsed the clock&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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she was a dancer with dirty blonde hair&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;meet us on the dance floor only if you dare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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both of us excited because the time was close&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Talking about dancing i&#39;d admit we both would boast&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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but slow down a minute there was problem within life&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;it was cutting the thread slowly with a knife&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I guess his wife was mad and her dads drinking got bad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The younger kids just hid when shit hit the fan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Shes glad outside but underneath shes just broken&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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outside shes just joking inside her throats choking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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shes smoking and waiting to ignite the fire&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;a liar who raised her only had problems prior&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;his only desire was alcohol that got him higher&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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entirely he forgot and what was forgotten couldn&#39;t be bought&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;his daughter the one I was supposed to take out to prom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Her mom and two younger kids couldn&#39;t stay calm&lt;/div&gt;
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Last talk we had she said that she couldn&#39;t stand it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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never heard from her again she must of fallen off the side of the planet
 




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There is so much feeling one invests in another person. Throwing money at your investment until your investment worsens. The memories, these re-occurring memories are exceeding my abilities to cope, its killing me. I hope that I can breathe beneath this ocean that tries choking the oxygen out my throat. I gasp for air but the thoughts are still there swimming, skimming across memory lane resurrecting so much pain. I stop, look below me there is hate and up above there is love, why is this decision so tough. I’ve had enough, or maybe I haven’t. In this current my body is stagnant.


Freestyle Poetry
- Isaac Camacho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1800481164780075097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2013/08/devotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/1800481164780075097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/1800481164780075097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2013/08/devotion.html' title='Devotion '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-7331779094920912467</id><published>2013-06-17T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-17T13:01:17.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>If you could control time what would you do?

This always seems to be a question I ask my self over and over again.
Remember those times where you are asked what would be your super power.
Well mine would be to control time. I mean think about it, what can&#39;t you do.
You can bring time to a complete stop. Money would no longer be a problem, neither would getting homework done on time. Anything that revolved around time would no longer be a problem. Catching the next Bus, or even class. Time would no longer be an issue. This world revolves around time and time is what moves this earth. We all come on this earth with a total amount of time we get to spend on it. After that time is done, as we know it, there is no more. What if you could control time? Its your choice to figure out when your time is done. Time beats any super hero, think about it. It takes a split second to decide if you want to be a hero. If you could control time, you are able to prevent. If you fail you can always go back in time and try again. There is so many possibilities. Just think about it, in your life, if you could control time, what would you do?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7331779094920912467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2013/06/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/7331779094920912467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/7331779094920912467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2013/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-2214056178862117377</id><published>2013-06-13T08:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-13T09:02:39.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am done</title><content type='html'>I am.
Happy, Content, Excited, &amp; Relieved.
The bell has rung and it is time for us to leave.

I am.
Nervous, Hurt, Regretful, &amp; sad.
The bell has rung and that isn&#39;t bad.

I am.
The Future, Present, &amp; Past.
The bell has rung and that was last.

I am.
Complete, Finished, &amp; Done.
The bell has rung and I have just begun. 




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Here I am, back on my grind.
I actually have not posted anything in around a year. Well where do I start. Last time I was jumbled up with no direction to go. I think I have found my vibe though, getting back together. Last summer was great, got a nice townhouse on the waterfront with 3 amazing friends. We throw some massive parties, it was great. Throw up was involved. Still majoring in Criminal Justice &amp; Criminology. 

Oh, so remember that one fourth girl I was talking about. Yeah well she was my best friend and now she is my girlfriend. She pretty amazing i&#39;d say. I was single for year though like I said.

Anyways I&#39;m getting this term done, got a job at the Rec Center at PSU. 
I love the job.
I can&#39;t wait to move into a new place though. One of the roommates is moving back home though, sadly. Swiss, Japan, Mexico, no more Vietnam. Times to find a new place. Anybody know of 3 bedroom places really close to downtown Portland for less than $2,300 let me know =D

- Isaac Camacho

June 6th, 2013</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4882043937032357259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/4882043937032357259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/4882043937032357259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2013/06/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-7070418108900690533</id><published>2012-04-04T10:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T23:12:13.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want it now!</title><content type='html'>A lot of people think that they can just get everything they want handed to them. They ask themselves why can&#39;t I have that. They are so lucky, your born with this set of skills. I hear people say this all around. You can attain anything you want. People aren&#39;t born a certain way, they are made as they grow up in life. If you live in different atmospheres it could possibly change who you are. To gain success in what you want you have to keep at it, persistence. It&#39;s the small stuff that counts, that small stuff leads to a whole lot. It leads to a breath taking triumph.

 On the other note, I just woke up for class and remembered class was at 11:20 not 10am. I was going to write my paper, which I probably will after this. My life has been okay, pretty stable. Last spring was a bad one and I want to change that. Its very interesting how one person can change a lot in your life, specially a past relationship. See in a normal relationship you do things together, I usually remember it all. After you are no longer in a relationship I remember random things that pop up. The zoo was mentioned because my roommate went today. Guess what? Last time I went to the zoo it was with her and her family. I had a really great time but that just reminds me. Well, this spring I am shooting for a wonderful one. This month I will be single for an entire year, Its been good too.

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What else is new...
Nothing with girls yet still searching... I can be very picky. But thats good because I want a great girl. Not one that will throw shit away quick.

Thanksgiving weekend... yeah! GET FAT! ive worked out this week because i was going to eat.

Um I am in my last class right now before a 4 day weekend

Going to Cabos for winter break and Gudalajara =D

Got the freestyle parts in my hip hop class.
LEARNED HOW TO HOLD A HAND STAND WITHOUT MOVING!!! that was a good accomplishment

-Isaac Camacho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7764175228341761789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/7764175228341761789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/7764175228341761789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-going.html' title='Still Going...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-5089036727815979269</id><published>2011-11-07T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:18:16.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 3</title><content type='html'>I am Officially done with Midterms, I think I am doing pretty well this year... way better than last spring. I think ill get a 3.0 GPA or higher which is really good for me. Talked to my ex the other day had this urging question, I knew I shouldn&#39;t have asked but You can&#39;t really bring something up then not say it. It didn&#39;t go so well. Um what else... Theres this other girl but its hard to explain, Cuz this time I don&#39;t deserve a girl like her but isn&#39;t that what we strive for? for the best? Time.... Time.... Time.... is essential though. Now I am alone but its fine... longest time i&#39;ve been single and I am learning too.

Today MW3 Comes out.....!!! So exited! Gonna go get it at midnight! I am going to play campaign and beat it on regular then ill start playing live right away. Who else is exited? So see I am glad I am getting this game, because right now I should be keeping my mind off things, That is so I won&#39;t get hurt. And what else to do to keep off my mind but play MW3! That is a deal! But there is a catch, I still got school to do and stuff.... so I will play and then will force my ass to do hw and then ill reward myself with some COD MW3.

Well Say bye to my social life... no shave november... 
This is my life for the next month.
Call of Duty MW3
Sleep
HW/Study
Dance
then repeat till month is over

IcyBallAzz is my xbox gamer tag!
Xbox is better than PS3 any fucking day!
or do you think other wise? You can explain your self below ha

Isaac Camacho Castillo Robeles Manhares is out for awhile =D
Cya

G.... Take Care or your trip.
GC... No matter what your decision, Estoy aqui.

Mucho Amor Whoever reads this =D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5089036727815979269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/call-of-duty-modern-warfare-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5089036727815979269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5089036727815979269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/call-of-duty-modern-warfare-3.html' title='Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 3'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-5230386192660911010</id><published>2011-10-25T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T14:03:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are gone...</title><content type='html'>Back when I was young I lost a good friend named Jim. See my Dad worked in Alaska a couple months at a time. A father figure wasn&#39;t always there. Jim though he was an only guy a family friend more like. All my brothers and sister were close to him. He was in the war and something had happened to his legs which wouldn&#39;t let him walk. We took care of him, I took out his trash, Went shopping for him. He taught us a lot of camping and survival tips. Each day usually after school we would go to his house and talk to him. One day we were going to go camping at Detroit Lake with the family. I asked him he should go but he couldn&#39;t because he was sick from the legs. Jim gave us a lot of things for camping to use. Had an amazing week, on the way back My older brother and I jumped out of the van and ran to his house. We knocked, he didn&#39;t answer. The door was cracked open. We opened it and called his name... no answer. I think I was eight years old, We pushed the door open and there he was lying face down on the floor, faced to us. My brother ran to get my mom. It wasn&#39;t until 5 min that he came back with my mom. Those 5 min lasted so much. I walked in, He didn&#39;t move. No matter how high my voice was. He looked cold. I didn&#39;t understand what was going on I was young. They told me to go outside, Sat on the curb for the Ambulance to come. DOA... Those 3 letters. What is that? Dead on arrival, No more Jim, he is gone now... but I didn&#39;t understand. Okay he is dead? But now I can&#39;t see him? We got to keep some of his stuff because we were close to him. Jim was the only dead body I have seen and the first friend to leave me. I got these camping things that he gave me, the light up quick. They are ten years old and don&#39;t work but each time I go camping I take a couple with me and turn them on. Let them Burn slowly in memory of him. He always wanted us to do better than him. He is in a better place now, He was in pain a lot, but I miss him. I know my family does too.

Boys and girls club, You were like a really good friend. We went to school together... yeah yeah I had a crush on you ha. I loved playing basketball with you. Stupid guys making fun of you because your tooth, i didn&#39;t care you were still a wonderful person. I like how you could joke about it though like it wasn&#39;t a problem. Like you knew yourself and nothing was going to bring you down. One day everybody was freaking out at school, I didn&#39;t know why Claire but they said your name. Why aren&#39;t you going to Boys and Girls Club, Im at the table you are not here. Wanna come shoot Hoops? Claire? Where are you?... What? What do you mean she&#39;s gone? Sorry to say she&#39;s dead man. Thats what people are crying about, It hurts to see one leave. Why did you leave us so early? We remember though, we do not forget. Im sure you would have loved high school, I did my best for you, I graduated. I know some people don&#39;t get the chance to do so. I did it for you Claire, I know you aren&#39;t by my side But i know you watched, you are watching us all, Jim too.

You were loved by everybody, Dang your smile ha. I was older, you were younger. I saw you all the time on the bus for soccer. We basically practiced on the same field. We talked, it was a different bond though. I didn&#39;t know you that well brandon. See my brother did though. My younger friends did. They miss you, they took second place, They should have taken champs again. They tried though. They knew you loved soccer. You were loved by everybody, they all miss you.

Hey man come to the retreat is going to be fun! Jacob You will like it.... You were their many times, teen life, Following christ. I remember what we would talk about. I remember what happened. We got to sleep at the Newman center. We watched the blind side together. Don&#39;t say you didn&#39;t tear up because that was a sad movie. See thing Jacob was, we grew together from christ. Yeah we liked to mess around, we were teenagers, they except that, But i loved are serious conversations as well. Rivals schools but always came together under the same church. Car Crash? Who? What happened? Questions going around. it&#39;s not your fault. A lot of people miss you Jacob, a lot. I do, Now who will I joke with at Retreats Huh? I guess you still listen though. Your up there with the rest of them Smiling down on us. Miss ya bro!

People that have left friends family, sons and daughters. This is my story, we all have diffrent ones.
I am trying to write a song for them.

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 Sad thing I guess... I Found out today that my movement for actors teacher died over the summer due to a heart attack. She was an amazing person and shared the light with many people. She got me into acting... again I am not much of an actor but She said I a natural. I needed to take acting classes for my dance minor. She will be missed a lot in the acting community at Portland State University. Thats all that has happened, still doing the breakdancing and trying to learn, I pick up things pretty quick. 
Electro dance club is going really good, people are showing up and are willing to learn. As the President I need to make a few adjustments. Well Tonight Im making pasta!
I love pasta.

Oh and a shout out to my Dad who had his birthday this month, Love you!
Miss my two brothers working in alaska and hope they make it back safe to head out to Cabos and ride the jet skis! 
Oh and sis i miss you too! Can&#39;t wait to visit in mexico!

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Oh yeah this is basically my life, i just started mixing just like last week and this is like the 3rd day with my new stuff. So its beginner stuff. Lets see other than that i am back at portland state with my roommate kyle zadina! its going to be an awesome year i am the president of Electro Dance Club and it starts tomorrow at the rec center at 6 =D well yeah cya!

It is an Aiff file you could download it if you want but you would have to change your itunes settings so it changes to MP3 here is a video that shows you how

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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7149262098355517920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/dj-icy-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/7149262098355517920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/7149262098355517920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/dj-icy-d.html' title='DJ Icy =D'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/V5bPc0d4-cg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-2567204158464041292</id><published>2011-09-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:34:36.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 4th girl</title><content type='html'>was going through my skype and thought that his was pretty interesting watching the exitiment lead to the down fall and where it happend... well on the messages. Right when the money problem it went down drain... but hey some of these messages still make me smile and im happy it happend =D I told myself i didnt learn anything from the relationship but i really did... probably one of the most i have ever learned from a relationship. Trust is important.. i did trust but some girls need you to fully trust them... like fully trust them and the thing is why not trust them fully if they mess up they mess up not the girl for you so let them do what they want... don&#39;t try to control there lifes... on the long run they will learn on there own only give advice to your loved ones and show that you care... I was nice to her a lot of the time... most of it actually but somtimes that doesnt always work. Glad it happend though, And to think of it 4 always revolved around my life and i always wanted to be with my 4th girlfriend forever yeah stupid idea... i guess i didnt want to be with her but i thought since its my lucky number it would happen... well ive always made it to where it would be 4th girl... but see now it is... the next one is the 4th girl. I don&#39;t know who she is but ive learned a lot in the past relationships... guess we will see what happends in the life of a camacho =D Girls in the life of a camacho... haha super crazy stories.. i am a lover a romantic lover than cant get enough romance haha, yeah yeah guys laugh at my sensitive side but hey thats me oh well deal with it =D I.N.G.  first letter to every girl i had ha 2,8,5.... one year and 3 months of relationships do you think i can handle a super big one? who knows we will see...
oh the messages are down here! =D
-Isaac camacho

i didnt edit them only the names... idk what else was on here but IDGAF.... this is my life this is my blog... live it feel it love it!

Isaac Camacho 10/25/10 8:47 PM 
no lets not catch up =D
10/25/10 8:47 PM
how about we start haha
Girl 10/25/10 8:47 PM 
your really skyping me, facebooking me, and texting me?!
Isaac Camacho 10/25/10 8:47 PM 
fuck yeah!
Girl 10/25/10 8:47 PM 
sept you havent texted me back yet so it doesnt count......
10/25/10 8:48 PM
Call Started
10/25/10 8:55 PM
Call Ended
Isaac Camacho 10/25/10 10:59 PM 
can we talk on here?
10/25/10 11:10 PM
nvm
Girl 10/25/10 11:34 PM 
woooah sorry i just got these messages haha sowwyyy
Isaac Camacho 10/26/10 1:23 AM 
Hey i&#39;m probably going to bed soon
10/27/10 8:26 PM
http://secondary.oslis.org/orig-steps/resources/cm/apacitations
Girl 11/1/10 9:41 PM 
GREAT DAY GREAT DAY GREAT DAYEEEEEE
Isaac Camacho 11/1/10 9:41 PM 
sarcastic
11/1/10 9:41 PM
?
Girl 11/1/10 9:41 PM 
read the text i sent youuu
11/1/10 9:41 PM
nope!!
11/1/10 9:42 PM
+no mentored session + lots of cuddle time ahhhhhckkk
11/1/10 9:43 PM
my brain might explode!
Isaac Camacho 11/1/10 10:18 PM 
ha we did have cuddle time
11/1/10 10:18 PM
ha
11/1/10 10:18 PM
sorry
Girl 11/1/10 10:19 PM 
for what? lol
Isaac Camacho 11/1/10 10:27 PM 
ha
11/1/10 10:27 PM
didnt message back on time
11/1/10 10:27 PM
or sooner
Girl 11/2/10 3:45 PM 
huh?
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 3:46 PM 
?
Girl 11/2/10 3:46 PM 
oh nvm haha i just got like 3 messages from you last night
11/2/10 3:46 PM
but they just popped up on my screen
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 3:48 PM 
oh yeah u signed off
Girl 11/2/10 3:50 PM 
sowwwyyyy
11/2/10 3:50 PM
had to go to sweep
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 3:51 PM 
no problem, i just got out of class it wasnt that bad today
11/2/10 3:51 PM
but i need to study for the midterm ha
Girl 11/2/10 3:52 PM 
eeeee
11/2/10 3:52 PM
have fun with that!
11/2/10 3:52 PM
:[ &lt;- the studying face
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 3:53 PM 
ha yea =C
11/2/10 3:53 PM
sucky
Girl 11/2/10 3:53 PM 
sowwyyyy
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 3:53 PM 
well im gonna head off ill text you =D
Girl 11/2/10 3:53 PM 
mmmkeee :]
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 4:32 PM 
im in my dorm now
Girl 11/2/10 4:33 PM 
mee to lol avoiding my spanish hw...
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 4:33 PM 
nice what do you have to do
Girl 11/2/10 4:33 PM 
uhh different excersizes
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 4:34 PM 
oh hard?
Girl11/2/10 4:34 PM 
kinda i think
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 4:42 PM 
you can do it =D
Girl 11/2/10 4:42 PM 
ehhhh :]
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 4:45 PM 
im just taking a small break before big studing starts ha
Girl 11/2/10 4:47 PM 
fun? haha
Isaac Camacho 11/2/10 4:58 PM 
the break yea
11/2/10 4:58 PM
im watching the video from last 5a championshipha
Girl 11/5/10 11:11 PM 
i just got like 4 messages from last time you tried to IM me on here.. hahaha
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:13 PM 
yeah i know ha
Girl 11/5/10 11:14 PM 
eep :]]
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:14 PM 
so shes gonna chop my balls off
Girl 11/5/10 11:14 PM 
nawhhh
11/5/10 11:15 PM
shes several hours away, and im one of the few people who she thinks can make good decisions :]
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:16 PM 
well thats good to know so i can run when she wants to chop my nutts off
Girl 11/5/10 11:16 PM 
but i doubt shell need to.
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:17 PM 
close to icy =D
11/5/10 11:17 PM
hahaha
Girl 11/5/10 11:17 PM 
hahaha
11/5/10 11:17 PM
goodness
11/5/10 11:17 PM
noone knows what that means!
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:17 PM 
i knw
11/5/10 11:17 PM
inside joke ha
Girl 11/5/10 11:17 PM 
oh is it?
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:19 PM 
idk actually
11/5/10 11:19 PM
its just funny
Girl 11/5/10 11:19 PM 
i know i was jk :]
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:19 PM 
im gonna call you before i get off =D
11/5/10 11:19 PM
like now
11/5/10 11:19 PM
Call Started
11/5/10 11:20 PM
Call Ended
11/5/10 11:20 PM
Call Started
11/5/10 11:20 PM
Call Ended
11/5/10 11:20 PM
Call Started
11/5/10 11:20 PM
Call Ended
11/5/10 11:20 PM
Call Started
11/5/10 11:25 PM
Call Ended
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:26 PM 
fuck in your room!
11/5/10 11:26 PM
Call Started
Girl 11/5/10 11:27 PM 
huuuh
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:27 PM 

Girl 11/5/10 11:27 PM 

11/5/10 11:27 PM
Call Ended
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:28 PM 
yah the video thing isnt working =C
11/5/10 11:28 PM
Call Started
Girl 11/5/10 11:28 PM 
not my faullllt
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:29 PM 
ok?
11/5/10 11:29 PM
Call Ended
Girl 11/5/10 11:29 PM 
pooooop just text me!
11/5/10 11:29 PM
blahh miss your face hahaa
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:29 PM 
im gonna go shower ill keep texting you
11/5/10 11:30 PM
its just im trying to energy save battery for my phone cuz i need to have some energy in caso de emergencia
11/5/10 11:30 PM
=D
11/5/10 11:31 PM
ok
11/5/10 11:31 PM
i am gonna just text you
11/5/10 11:31 PM
i really do miss you ha
11/5/10 11:31 PM
its werid
11/5/10 11:31 PM
oh well
Girl 11/5/10 11:31 PM 
eee that could make sense
11/5/10 11:31 PM
weird how?
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:31 PM 
idk
11/5/10 11:31 PM
because i actually do a little
11/5/10 11:31 PM
i thought i wouldent
Girl 11/5/10 11:31 PM 
you sound surprised&gt;
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:32 PM 
but i guess i did
11/5/10 11:32 PM
a little
Girl 11/5/10 11:32 PM 
uhhhh im not sure how to take that
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:32 PM 
good
11/5/10 11:32 PM
i guess
Girl 11/5/10 11:32 PM 
kay..
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:32 PM 
it just sucks not spending some time with you i guess ha
Girl 11/5/10 11:33 PM 
okay?
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:33 PM 
geez nvm haha
11/5/10 11:33 PM
anyways...
11/5/10 11:33 PM
im gonna get going
Girl 11/5/10 11:33 PM 
i was just caught off gaurd how you said it thats all
11/5/10 11:33 PM
okayyy have fun in the shower lol
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:33 PM 
i shouldent have said it in the first place ha
11/5/10 11:34 PM
okay ill text you it was nice seeing you though a little  
Girl 11/5/10 11:34 PM 
just hurt my feelings a little i guess
11/5/10 11:34 PM
yeah it was :]
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:34 PM 
how??
Girl 11/5/10 11:35 PM 
just like, i guess i was hoping you would miss me? it kinda felt like you were kinda irritated that you did.. i guess thats how, idk it i explained it well enough
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:35 PM 
Okay basically, i knew i wasent gonna be seeing you this weekend and i kinda pre thought o im not gonna see her or spend time with her yes i knew i was gonna miss you a little i knew that but i constantly find myself thinking about you and made me miss you more than before when i was just leaving
Girl 11/5/10 11:36 PM 
that makes sense, sorry i jumped on you :/
11/5/10 11:36 PM
im sleepy and a bit blech
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:36 PM 
The fact that I miss you more is that which is on my mind
11/5/10 11:37 PM
and then i do the stupid little things when we are together here
Girl 11/5/10 11:37 PM 
welllll i miss you too, but your having fun in sunny LA :] sooo enjoy it
11/5/10 11:37 PM
what do you mean stupid little things?
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:37 PM 
and find myself wondering where girl is, then i forget your not here  
Girl 11/5/10 11:38 PM 
blawchhh :[
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:38 PM 
like the cat noisys
Girl 11/5/10 11:38 PM 
:]
11/5/10 11:38 PM
yeah but if you spent too much time with me youd get sick of me, and thatd be a bummer, im hoping to stick around for a while
11/5/10 11:39 PM
if thats okay with youu
11/5/10 11:39 PM
yeah but if you spent too much time with me youd get sick of me, and thatd be a bummer, im hoping to stick around for a while
11/5/10 11:41 PM
blop sorry my skype is being weirddd
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:41 PM 
Hopefully you sick around for awhile more than awhile =D
11/5/10 11:41 PM
stick*
11/5/10 11:41 PM
=D
11/5/10 11:41 PM
Rawwr!
11/5/10 11:41 PM
im a dinosaur
11/5/10 11:42 PM
suar*
Girl 11/5/10 11:42 PM 

11/5/10 11:42 PM
that would be nicee
Isaac Camacho 11/5/10 11:42 PM 
well im getting off text you babe  
11/27/10 4:53 PM
Call Started
11/27/10 4:53 PM
Call Ended
11/27/10 4:54 PM
Call Started
11/27/10 4:54 PM
Call Ended
Girl 12/14/10 10:28 PM 
miiiiiss you
Isaac Camacho 12/14/10 10:28 PM 
woah you
Girl 12/14/10 10:28 PM 
woah you too :]
Isaac Camacho 12/14/10 10:29 PM 
call you in a bit babe =D
Girl 12/14/10 10:29 PM 
okee
12/14/10 10:29 PM
ill look forword to it :]
Isaac Camacho 12/14/10 10:29 PM 
haha
12/14/10 10:29 PM
i need to look good if its gonna be a date =D
Girl 12/14/10 10:30 PM 
welll i look like total poop. so please dont look so good
Isaac Camacho 12/14/10 10:51 PM 
sorry it took forever im not ready yet
Girl 12/14/10 10:52 PM 
its okay baby
12/14/10 10:52 PM
please dont get ready though!!
Isaac Camacho 12/14/10 10:52 PM 
right after i got up i went to go scare alejandro and woody closed my locked door so we had to call on call i didnt have my cell phone so i had to find somebody on the floor with a cell ha
12/14/10 10:52 PM
now im gonna get a lil ready
Girl 12/14/10 10:53 PM 
awhh baby im sowwy!
Isaac Camacho 12/14/10 10:53 PM 
no problem
12/14/10 10:53 PM
haha
12/14/10 10:59 PM
Call Started
12/14/10 11:23 PM
Call Ended
Isaac Camacho 12/14/10 11:23 PM 
gonna call in a bit sorry ha
Girl 12/14/10 11:24 PM 
no worries baby :]]
12/14/10 11:28 PM
Call Started
Isaac Camacho 12/14/10 11:31 PM 
2435 NW 13th ST. Corvallis Oregon 97330
12/14/10 11:38 PM
Call Ended
Isaac Camacho 12/16/10 2:05 AM 
Blah!
12/16/10 2:05 AM
can you be available please =D
12/16/10 2:31 AM
babe?
Girl 12/16/10 1:59 PM 
boobie i wish you are onlineee cuz i wish to skyype you :]
Isaac Camacho 12/16/10 2:52 PM 
hey
12/16/10 2:52 PM
ha
12/16/10 2:52 PM
i wanna skype now
Girl 12/16/10 2:52 PM 
hi hi :]]
12/16/10 2:52 PM
Call Started
Girl 12/16/10 2:52 PM 
okeeedokalee
12/16/10 3:03 PM
Call Ended
12/16/10 3:03 PM
Call Started
12/16/10 3:06 PM
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12/16/10 3:07 PM
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12/16/10 3:50 PM
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Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:18 PM 
Hey how are you doing?
Girl 4/25/11 10:19 PM 
im alright ishh i guess
4/25/11 10:19 PM
how are you?
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:19 PM 
Thats good I guess. Im fine. Just wanted to see how you were doing, making sure your okay thats all
Girl 4/25/11 10:20 PM 
yeah, ive just been hanging out with madeline and decompressing
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:20 PM 
..
Girl 4/25/11 10:20 PM 
?
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:20 PM 
Oh I forgot to put a period at the end of my sentence
4/25/11 10:20 PM
.
4/25/11 10:20 PM
I need to start working on simple things like that.
Girl 4/25/11 10:20 PM 
ohh ok lol
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:21 PM 
Thats good to know, watch &quot;Titanic&quot; yet?
Girl 4/25/11 10:21 PM 
no, she was on the phone with her friend from home and by the time she got off it was too latee
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:22 PM 
You aren&#39;t going to watch it anymore?
Girl 4/25/11 10:23 PM 
no, not tonight, prolly tomorrow night
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:23 PM 
Thats good at least.  
4/25/11 10:23 PM
Its a Great movie =D
Girl 4/25/11 10:24 PM 
yeahhhh always good for a cry lol
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:25 PM 
I was going to let you have your own time till I went to bed or you texted me, But I could not stop thinking of you and all. I decided to message you though just to see how you were putting out.
Girl 4/25/11 10:25 PM 
im sorry, meh im alright i guess
4/25/11 10:26 PM
thank you for checking in though
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:26 PM 
No worries, I only make things worse right now so I needed to stay away. Im guessing thats why you never texted me back. I kinda just figured you needed space.
Girl 4/25/11 10:26 PM 
i did text you back?
4/25/11 10:27 PM
but yeah i do need some space right now
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:27 PM 
&quot;I will, Thank you &quot; was the last text, because you were going to work out.
Girl 4/25/11 10:27 PM 
yeah and i didnt get a reply
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:28 PM 
I thought you would text me when you were done. =/
Girl 4/25/11 10:28 PM 
oh, sorry
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:28 PM 
No worries though.
Girl 4/25/11 10:28 PM 
i got in the shower and went to dinner
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:28 PM 
I didn&#39;t want to text you during your workout.
4/25/11 10:28 PM
Again, I felt each time we were close things got worse.
4/25/11 10:29 PM
I didn&#39;t feel like it was right to text back for a random reason. Until now which was to check how my Booboo was doing.
4/25/11 10:29 PM
Im glad your doing a bit better though.
Girl 4/25/11 10:29 PM 
well sorry i didn&#39;t text you..
4/25/11 10:29 PM
yeah i am glad too
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:30 PM 
Don&#39;t worry about it, as long as it helped you. Space is good under stress.
Girl 4/25/11 10:30 PM 
yeah thats the truth
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:30 PM 
For some people at least.
4/25/11 10:30 PM
Some need otheres to be there for them under it.
Girl 4/25/11 10:31 PM 
well idk, sorry, i just don&#39;t know if i&#39;m one of those people
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:31 PM 
Thank Sean for me tomorow, for helping you out. He is a really good guy.
4/25/11 10:31 PM
Totally understandable
4/25/11 10:31 PM
Im half half
4/25/11 10:31 PM
Sometimes I don&#39;t want nobody to bother me
Girl 4/25/11 10:32 PM 
yeah i know he is, i guess i will if you want me to.
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:32 PM 
Sometimes I need others to help me through my struggle.
Girl 4/25/11 10:32 PM 
idk id be fine without him, its just nice cuz hes positive in a way thats not over the top or fake
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:32 PM 
Yes I do, He is helping you out. Takes stress away.
4/25/11 10:32 PM
Makes you feel better too
GGirl 4/25/11 10:32 PM 
yeahh
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:33 PM 
as long as there is somebody that can do that, I&#39;ll be happy that your getting help
Girl 4/25/11 10:33 PM 
yeah, its cool
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:33 PM 
.
4/25/11 10:34 PM
Sometimes I wish I could Help...
Girl 4/25/11 10:34 PM 
im sorry
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:34 PM 
Other than take you out for dinner, help you on transportation. Buying books.
Girl 4/25/11 10:35 PM 
ive tried thanking you for that...
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:35 PM 
I know
Girl 4/25/11 10:35 PM 
an im getting money on manday so ill pay you back for gas then
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:35 PM 
Im glad I could help you in some way too.
4/25/11 10:35 PM
Don&#39;t worry about it, use it for this weekend.
4/25/11 10:36 PM
Jungle Juice isn&#39;t cheap.
Girl 4/25/11 10:36 PM 
im getting that stuff with dining dollars, ill pay you back isaac
4/25/11 10:36 PM
obviously it bugs you that i haven&#39;t so i will, and even if it didn&#39;t id still pay you back
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:36 PM 
I just want you to live your life thats all.
4/25/11 10:37 PM
It bugs me that I can&#39;t Help, and when I try it never works.
4/25/11 10:37 PM
You dont accept it.
4/25/11 10:37 PM
But thats fine.
4/25/11 10:37 PM
Ill get what I can
Girl 4/25/11 10:37 PM 
well sorry..
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:38 PM 
Im sorry for Speaking..
Girl 4/25/11 10:38 PM 
joking?
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:39 PM 
Im sorry for staying
4/25/11 10:39 PM
and im sorry for going
Girl 4/25/11 10:39 PM 
that doesnt make any sense
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:39 PM 
Im sorry you won and I lost
4/25/11 10:39 PM
Sorry that so much was spent
Girl 4/25/11 10:40 PM 
didn&#39;t know we were having a contest
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:40 PM 
Medaphorically speaking
Girl 4/25/11 10:40 PM 
i dont understand
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:40 PM 
sorry i cant speak very coherently.
4/25/11 10:40 PM
sorry for hurting you
Girl 4/25/11 10:41 PM 
nothing to apologize for, i jusst don&#39;t get it
4/25/11 10:41 PM
you didnt hurt me
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:41 PM 
Im sorry i upset you
Girl 4/25/11 10:41 PM 
you didnt upset me
4/25/11 10:41 PM
idk why your apologising so much
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:42 PM 
Im not sorry for being nice and kind to you.
4/25/11 10:43 PM
I know you will pay me back someday... maybe tomorow or in a couple years... but i know you will.
4/25/11 10:43 PM
And thats all that matters
4/25/11 10:44 PM
Lo ago todo para ti.
4/25/11 10:44 PM
Porque te amo
4/25/11 10:44 PM

Girl 4/25/11 10:44 PM 
you are nice isaac, i&#39;m not though, i can&#39;t change that though
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:45 PM 
Nice to me?
Girl 4/25/11 10:45 PM 
nice at all
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:45 PM 
so your not nice to me?
Girl 4/25/11 10:45 PM 
well obviously not if your upset
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:45 PM 
ha
4/25/11 10:45 PM
Im not upset
Girl 4/25/11 10:46 PM 
kay well your being all cryptic and weird
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:46 PM 
If i knew what cryptical was
4/25/11 10:46 PM
i know what weird is though
Girl 4/25/11 10:46 PM 
like you aren&#39;t making a whole lot of sense
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:46 PM 
Oh the sorry part?
4/25/11 10:46 PM
that was quotes
4/25/11 10:46 PM
I was reading
Girl 4/25/11 10:46 PM 
well idk sorry i didnt know that
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:47 PM 
Ha i was using big words like coherently and i dont know what that means ha
4/25/11 10:47 PM
I just want you to be happy
Girl 4/25/11 10:47 PM 
clearly, thats what it means
4/25/11 10:47 PM
okay, thank you
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:47 PM 
with or without me
Girl 4/25/11 10:47 PM 
well i want you to be happy too
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:48 PM 
i just want you to be happy
Girl 4/25/11 10:48 PM 
okay?
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:48 PM 
Are you happy with me?
Girl 4/25/11 10:49 PM 
uhh yeah
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:49 PM 
Im happy with you too, more than happy.
4/25/11 10:49 PM
those 4 hours felt like days.
Girl 4/25/11 10:49 PM 
sorry?
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:50 PM 
Dont be sorry for something you dont know
4/25/11 10:50 PM
about
Girl 4/25/11 10:50 PM 
okay?
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:50 PM 
I dont get the whole question mark at the end of things
4/25/11 10:50 PM
wanna fill me in?
Girl 4/25/11 10:50 PM 
well i just dont get what your saying half the time thats all, and i&#39;m not sure how you want me to respond
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:51 PM 
There is never a day where I want you to respond in such a way.
4/25/11 10:51 PM
The only time I would want a girl to respond
4/25/11 10:51 PM
...
Girl 4/25/11 10:51 PM 
that doesnt make sense either
4/25/11 10:51 PM
to me
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:51 PM 
in the way i want her too
4/25/11 10:52 PM
When I ask my Fiance to marry me, I want her to respond yes
Girl 4/25/11 10:52 PM 
i&#39;m sure she will
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:52 PM 
thats the only thing i would want in life for a person to respond to me
4/25/11 10:52 PM
I dont care how you respond to me
Girl 4/25/11 10:52 PM 
okay.
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:52 PM 
k?
Girl 4/25/11 10:52 PM 
kay
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:52 PM 
?
Girl 4/25/11 10:53 PM 
why the question marks? i said okay
Isaac Camacho 4/25/11 10:53 PM 
well you were doing them
Girl4/25/11 10:53 PM 
okauu
4/25/11 10:53 PM
*okayy



</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2567204158464041292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/4th-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/2567204158464041292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/2567204158464041292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/4th-girl.html' title='the 4th girl'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-5646321150342138270</id><published>2011-09-12T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:23:32.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Abundance</title><content type='html'>If you focus on the scarcity that surrounds you, in the misfortunes that are constantly transpiring...then you will experience more of it.
 
Your thoughts give birth to your physical reality. Think about the abundance you want and abundance will be born. Think about scarcity you hate and scarcity will be nourished and grown.
 
Everything you have today was created by your past thoughts. Everything you will have tomorrow is being created by your present thoughts.  
 

&quot;It requires strength to think abundance while surrounded by scarcity, but isn&#39;t abundance worth it.&quot;                        ~Andres Lara

-Isaac Camacho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5646321150342138270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/think-abundance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5646321150342138270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5646321150342138270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/think-abundance.html' title='Think Abundance'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-8002593898026543080</id><published>2011-09-01T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:06:01.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>

 Well lets see this time I am going by myself =C no jacki no Skeetz =/ but Im not driving I was going to take my motorcycle but all the sexy ladies said it was to dangerous haha jk anyways. I took the train i worked my ass off getting money for these tickets one way train ticket to reno was $131 duration was 23 hrs... yeah but see the thing is that it actually felt like less than how long it took to drive maybe its the fact that i slept a shit ton. The train almost left me on board at sacramento i would have woken up in LA haha then i would have been stranded haha. well i woke up and they said the train was departing soon so i got all my shit and left without shoes haha. well it happend that i left my wallet in teh front pouch with my I.D. and money debit card... bus ticket to reno... yeah basically my life. So.... i went up to baggage claims and some dick named kevin said sorry man your mexican (he really didnt say mexican) you know better luck next time... so i was like fuck you and went to talk to security and they said to talk to kevin and i was like no fuck kevin so he sent me to an agent and this beautiful girl helped me gave me a number to called they tracked down my wallet found it and send it back on the next train not only did i get my wallet with all my money that was not touched i also got my pack of gum and my a seastar deadliest catch notebook my brother got me in AK. I slept in the station and am currently on the way to reno i think im pretty close im seeing reno signs... well That one girl went to mexico and i am writing her everyday just to keep in touch she got to swim with dolphins... lucky girl... or am i a lucky guy...? the world will never know haha. well this is just the start of reno trip #2

-Isaac Camacho

Life as a Camacho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8002593898026543080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-lets-see-this-time-i-am-going-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/8002593898026543080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/8002593898026543080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-lets-see-this-time-i-am-going-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>395 Lovitt Ln, Reno, NV 89506, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.571822237343738 -119.8223876953125</georss:point><georss:box>39.37587023734374 -120.13824469531249 39.767774237343737 -119.50653069531251</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-1666576543624926786</id><published>2011-08-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:59:15.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most Blessed Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Breathe as though it was your last breath, embrace as though it was your last hug, stand by those you love as though you might never stand again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dance as though it was your last dance, enjoy your significant others as though you might never see them another time, speak as though what you say will be your last words.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Treat today as though it was the most blessed day you ever had.  In retrospect, who knows, it might very well be.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Life is what happens to you while you&#39;re busy making other plans.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                ~John Lennon </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1666576543624926786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/most-blessed-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/1666576543624926786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/1666576543624926786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/most-blessed-day.html' title='The most Blessed Day!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-1715944870620035416</id><published>2011-08-23T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:06:03.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen Pal</title><content type='html'>so... I&#39;m a gates scholar... If you all didn&#39;t know that. Anyway thats not what i&#39;m trying to get at. They sent all the West cost scholars to a conference in LA. Well, lets just say i&#39;m a romantic type of guy, and girls are amazing. Well, there happened to be this one girl That just stood out to me, she was... well very attractive but not like over attractive where its just bad but she was cute... pretty... and she wore converse haha. Well, 3 days at this conference I could not budge anything... not even a single word. See for those who don&#39;t know i am a super shy guy but Sometimes I have to fore myself to do things. If I don&#39;t than nothing will get accomplished. Out of no where she was in my group on the last night and we talked. I kept it group related, we wrote a poem and I sang it as a rap... she thought I was pretty good the fact that I pulled it right out of my ass. That night was the dance... ha yeah you all know it... I didn&#39;t ask her to dance... I should have... to show off my dance skills haha she probably would have liked that. I didn&#39;t dance with any girl that night, its just so hard to ask a girl to dance idk what... i&#39;ve talked in front of house reps and the senate but i cant ask a girl to dance... i know its super crap. Well I totally lost her and that night in bed I was thinking a lot about her like what if I don&#39;t see her and shit like that. I thought she was just gonna be that one girl that I never got her name and It would be stuck with me forever. Next day as everybody is departing, i really felt everybody left... so i went to talk to my buddy Ivan that came on the same flight with me... &quot;hey when do we leave?&quot; i asked as he started talking i looked around in the group he was sitting at and there she was... ivans voice sorta just went in and out of my ear... Sorry Ivan... well Obviously popped in the conversation some how we got to talking about Pen Pals and stuff like that. I thought she was kidding so I didn&#39;t even bother. until like 2 seconds before she left i ran up and asked &quot;were you being serious?&quot; yeah here is my #.... I did it ha No fucking way but i did it ha... I really didnt think anything of it just as a friend thing and an accoplishment i guess. Well I wrote this song for her and i know these are just the lyrics but its better than nothing right.&lt;br /&gt;
hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;
i dont have a mic to record it but i will... i already promised.&lt;br /&gt;
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(First Verse)&lt;br /&gt;
I only met you just a while ago&lt;br /&gt;
Sudden death grip that I wont see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;
But I seemed to get an address that’s where you resign &lt;br /&gt;
So I’m gonna write to you pen pal every word every line&lt;br /&gt;
You say my name in excitement it feels so great&lt;br /&gt;
Wanna write a.s.a.p. Don’t want this letter to be late&lt;br /&gt;
Hopefully you will read it and it makes your day&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking ahead by the page to what ill for say&lt;br /&gt;
I know your curious absorbing it through your writing&lt;br /&gt;
It’s a great story to wait for because it’s so exiting&lt;br /&gt;
Life is okay your stressed just outta your mind&lt;br /&gt;
You took a calc mid term passed with a 79&lt;br /&gt;
You shouldn’t worry, its a passing grade so what’s the fuss&lt;br /&gt;
Professor gave a curve that bumped it up to a B+&lt;br /&gt;
Friends joined at the hip sticking together like glue&lt;br /&gt;
Same thing here, friends forever amongst me, there’s only two&lt;br /&gt;
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(Second Verse)&lt;br /&gt;
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Got things to say but I haven’t received a single letter&lt;br /&gt;
I write to you is cuz it makes me feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;
I write when I am down or even when I am hurt&lt;br /&gt;
Writing what has happened just lifts me off this dirt&lt;br /&gt;
Guess I’m happy to have somebody to write too&lt;br /&gt;
One letter back smile on my face admit that’s true&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn’t matter what I write this is just my mind&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody listens I keep it to myself all the time&lt;br /&gt;
These are my problems and my story that I’m sharing&lt;br /&gt;
Keeps me on the right path but people just keep on glaring&lt;br /&gt;
But that doesn’t stop me for my future is indeed&lt;br /&gt;
This is my goal my mission this is what I shall bleed&lt;br /&gt;
For instance the blood is life, which is part of me&lt;br /&gt;
The thing that got me so far was love for my family&lt;br /&gt;
Putting my life on the paper with ink or lead&lt;br /&gt;
Signed dear Pen Pal sincerely wrote Isaac he said&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1715944870620035416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/pen-pal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/1715944870620035416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/1715944870620035416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/pen-pal.html' title='Pen Pal'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-5004144439950805185</id><published>2011-08-20T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:52:21.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola.....</title><content type='html'>Esperaba hablar mas contigo durante el campamento... :C Pero te entiendo. a veces las cosas no son como queremos. Aveces me sineto sola, pero esa es otra historia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoy durante el lonche estaba pensando en como nos conocimos, como simpre me haces reir y eso me encanta que puedes cambiar como me siento en un instante. Te extrano.&lt;br /&gt;
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Con la persona que me saco de mi Black Hole.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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-Isaac Camacho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5004144439950805185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/hola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5004144439950805185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5004144439950805185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/hola.html' title='Hola.....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-2573115117463251894</id><published>2011-08-10T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:54:24.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate...</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate? What I hate the most, When somebody works hard to and then sombody just shuts you down. I don&#39;t hate a lot of things, You know Im more of a love love person. The word jerk... Or douche bag... When that is said to me... I hate that shit. I don&#39;t deserve that, why? Because I am not a jerk and I am not a douche bag. I fucking do so much things for people, and those people out there that know who I really am know that I am not a jerk. Even if its said as a joke. &lt;br /&gt;
See I had friend... Had a Friend. A really good one too. I haven&#39;t seen her in ever. A year exactly. A whole fucking year... and yeah I miss her. She has her &quot;own&quot; life. All I see is her pictures. She threw away her college, her friends and family for a guy that does not treat her right. He is out having fun while she is at home with his baby. She is pregnant all I see is her stomach growing. I told her whenever she needed me before she told me she didn&#39;t want me in her life, that i would be there... even if she kept her attitude going. At the same time Im glad she is pregnant and Im glad she dosn&#39;t have the best thing in the world going for her but see thats how we learn things.... I didn&#39;t have it going for me all the time. We all learn...we all move forward. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;There&#39;s not such a thing as standing still, for the world is always moving; if you&#39;re standing still, you are being left behind.&quot;       ~Andres Lara&lt;br /&gt;
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-Isaac Fucking Camacho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2573115117463251894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/2573115117463251894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/2573115117463251894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hate.html' title='I Hate...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-5036950592406914786</id><published>2011-08-07T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:37:14.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurtful love</title><content type='html'>She is in love, sweet love comes over them. But it hurts pain, cuts punches. She still lives on trying to be happy trying to see the good things. Doing what she can to try to make things better. See it wasn&#39;t always like this... pain... and brusies, see there was a time where it was love real true love. Every word every touch... just love... but now it has changed every little word tunes into an argument. Sometimes pain is something people need, rather than helping her self she does need somebody else to do it. He stricks her again I fucking swear! She won&#39;t let me do it she wants to deal with it. She knows she could count the things that are good about him easier than counting the bad about him. She insists its love. It broke not because of her but because of a stronger force more than her parents... seprate ways diffrent directions. It still stics because deep down inside that shit is still there... so he promise he has changed but he went his route and changed it... now he is hitting another girl but the kid is there to thing about it. Acting like friends... but stuff that has happend is still in the back of the head once awhile it stings... she tries diffrent boys diffrnt guys but its not the same... who am I she asks? Why me, why do things have to be like this. What she does for him still in hopes of one day things will change and she could be with him once again... who is there to council? Some crazy shit some people get married in love... the love dies off after a few years but kids are there kids are more important because you may not have love for the mother but kids are more important. Be careful... one day you will settle but don&#39;t stop now keep on moving forward. -isaac camacho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5036950592406914786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/hurtful-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5036950592406914786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5036950592406914786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/hurtful-love.html' title='hurtful love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-5177046143712608080</id><published>2011-08-04T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:38:32.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip So Far</title><content type='html'>So I came with my friends from portland state university to go to Reno Nevada. I am here to visit my roomate from PSU. It was a good drive In my moms subaru outback =D well we got here and first thing we did was eat In n Out =D I got a 4x4 which is on the secret menu =D one the 31st we checked into the resort that I got for 4 Nights =D Through my Friend his 19th birthday and my Other friend her 20th two nights in a row so you can see how that worked out ha. I love the weather it like 90 degrees everyday =D I am so tan! We went and walked downtown Reno. Oh and we went to this place called painted rock and i jumped off 20ft cliff and i did a flip of the 10ft one which is smaller. I dove off the big one too =D Lately i&#39;ve been doing stupid things because its like you got to live life... yes i think about it but sometimes you have to say &quot;fuck it&quot; and go for it. In my last blog i put if your goal is to easy and it does not scare you then you are living your life at ease. if you want to go somewhere in life you got to set high goals. Well anyway we went to Lake Tahoe and we went rock jumping, i went shallow diving and again we jumped of rocks there was some girls there so i was showing off ha ha. I went to the tallest rock which was super high idk this might be rock but 30ft? well i did a head stand on it while everybody watched =D I love adrenaline I got a $115 parking ticket for parking in a place that had no signs whatsoever but who cares ill just pay it later. I have spent half my money already I think I only have like $100 left. I got the master room in the Resort it was great =D.... Plus im getting super dark.... well im leaving to san fran tonight and get to spend the whole day up there on friday... @MsRebeccaBlack Follow on twitter.... can follow me on twitter @IcyDaOffical The reason why im posting this is because Rebecca Black is following me on Twitter like the Official rebecca black =D Her new song is tight and the TGIF music video that she is in...&lt;br /&gt;
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well cya!&lt;br /&gt;
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-Isaac Camacho&lt;br /&gt;
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 &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.worldmarktheclub.com/resorts/re/&quot;&gt;&quot; To see click...Reno Resort Worldmark&quot;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5177046143712608080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-trip-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5177046143712608080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/5177046143712608080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-trip-so-far.html' title='My Trip So Far'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-1661318713751158903</id><published>2011-07-24T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:54:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin a great undertaking</title><content type='html'>Today can be the beginning, the beginning of a brand new life, the beginning of a grandiose undertaking, the beginning of something great.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today can also be the continuation of something dull, the continuation of misery, sadness, despair, loneliness, unhappiness; the continuation of something not so great.&lt;br /&gt;
 What today will be, it&#39;ll be up to you. You can put a stop...to the continuation of whatever has been going on...the minute you chose to begin a great undertaking. &lt;br /&gt;
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 &quot;Today can be the beginning of a new, exciting life or the continuation of an old, dull one. You choose.&quot;           ~Andres Lara&lt;br /&gt;
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-Isaac Camacho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1661318713751158903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/07/begin-great-undertaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/1661318713751158903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/1661318713751158903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/07/begin-great-undertaking.html' title='Begin a great undertaking'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405960241335728664.post-2859644291244463470</id><published>2011-07-22T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:43:51.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gates essay #3</title><content type='html'>Most of my family was born in México, my father and mother came over here to the United States for the same reason most immigrants do, in search of the American dream. I am the only child, out of my four siblings, that has had the privilege to be born a citizen of the United States. My mother never had the opportunity to attend high school because in México, she would have to stay at home to take care of her younger siblings and help her mother with the daily chores. My father on the other hand was in the Mexican Air Force, as a result of that; he had the opportunity to receive a college education. Both my parents not only had to leave their families behind in Mexico when they left, but also their lives. They knew however, that we deserved a better future. They are exceptional and hard working people, and as cliché as it sounds, they are truly my heroes. I completely and utterly admire them. I feel so privileged to be born in the United States. I have so many opportunities to accomplish my goals that my parents never had. They gave me an advantage towards a better and successful future. The first place I can remember we lived in was a two-bedroom apartment. It was beyond cramped, considering there were six people living there. My dad had just begun to work as a fisherman in Alaska and gain some profit. My mother would clean houses all day long. From the very beginning they demonstrated to us that hard work pays off. &lt;br /&gt;
 It was during elementary school when I invited two boys to my house to play, there were my friends from school. Their mothers, however no mom never picked them up, then my mother became worried. They told us that from time to time their mother would leave them home for days, with out supervision or food. It soon became too much for my mother to bear. She finally took this to the police and the court declared that their mother no longer could support these children. My parents, after a long and tedious process, ended up with full adoption of two boys. Not only was this a new experience for me, but for my entire family. During the time of the adoption my parent were not citizens or residents to this country yet, so it made the process more difficult. With the right lawyer and determination, they ended up getting their residency. With the adoptions the family was grew no to eight, making it harder for my parents to support the family. This meant longer hours working and less time with the family. They never gave up though; they knew that the end result was worth it. Now with all problems fixed I was able to start paying them back for what they did for me. I wanted to be the best person I could be by accomplishing my studies and graduating from high school with outstanding community service. I know my mother will be happy to see her son accomplish something she could never do and seeing her eyes I know I made her a proud to have a son that will succeed at anything he tries. I guess being a Hispanic itself was a struggle I had to overcome. I wont be stopping there either, but going to college and acquiring an education that would lead me to career my parents never dreamed of. I know that never in my whole life will I be able to repay what my parents that suffered to give me the life I deserve, but I promise to do whatever is in my power to make them proud.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2859644291244463470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/07/gates-essay-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/2859644291244463470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405960241335728664/posts/default/2859644291244463470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideacamachoslife.blogspot.com/2011/07/gates-essay-3.html' title='Gates essay #3'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14716892638454886231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>