<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:23:12.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>Place for me to just place random stuff (feelings, incidents, things like that) and let myself relax.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-6425967774029052758</id><published>2008-02-17T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:06:45.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Something I realized right now is this - I don't know what I would do without my friends. I know it seems a little....I don't know the word for it, but I never had thought about how much I'm going to miss them all when I graduate. Sure, that's a long time from now...but the speed at which I've been seeing this semester has really made me think about it. I just hope that after undergrad, we all don't end up getting busy with our own schedules and never see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because for me, friendship is something I treasure so much. I don't know... I guess you can say its something that is really important to me. I know I've felt completely hurt by some of the people I've thought of as friends and I've sometimes cried about it too. Maybe it's just a damn gap that in a way, I caused...and in other ways, they have caused. It may be that they are hurting me unintentionally, but either way, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've talked with a couple people about this. The four years of high school that I've shared with my closest friends have been amazing. And all the new friends I've made in uni, we've just got so close. We have an amazingly strong friendship bond that keeps us together...and I hope nothing, NOTHING, ever breaks us apart. Sure it seems a little "filmy" like my cousin would put it, but I feel like I really need to get it out. Whenever I'm with you guys, it seems like my problems all melt away, like they were never there in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I feel the need to tell this - I really love you guys. I don't think I could ever have better friends that I do right now...and I just started crying. Wow, way to go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I felt like writing this note - its just something I felt like I had to write out...something I would rather scream out and if it wasn't 5:30 in the morning, I might have too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note - I just realized I'm not as articulate as I'ld like to be.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-6425967774029052758?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/6425967774029052758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=6425967774029052758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/6425967774029052758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/6425967774029052758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2008/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-8597345045208988107</id><published>2007-04-20T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T01:26:13.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so yes, i know, i never write</title><content type='html'>Yes, i know that I never write.  But I'm going to write tonight.  And you wanna know what I'm going to write about?  Prom and my parents.  Yes, i'm going to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents will not lemme take the car to Scottsdale. I mean, seriously...its only 10 minutes away from home.  And if you don't want me to drive on the freeway, i'll take the streets.  Then, they're making a big deal out of my dress.  I mean, that dress is nothing close to provacative.  Sure, its a bit low, but I can fix that.  oh, and guess who chose the dress? Yeps, they did...on SALE...for $20.  do you kno how low that makes me feel?  But what the hell, is what I thought when they bough it...at least they are letting me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, Prom is supposed to be fun...my parents are making it a hell hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-8597345045208988107?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/8597345045208988107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=8597345045208988107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/8597345045208988107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/8597345045208988107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-so-yes-i-know-i-never-write.html' title='ok, so yes, i know, i never write'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-116251816517318746</id><published>2006-11-02T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:12.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>Halloween is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; the greatest time of the year.  I loved mine.  I went trick-or-treating with a friend and my bro...and together, my bro and I got 10 pounds of candy!  And then there comes my dad.  "We can use that candy to give it to India."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, we're only going to India in the summer...and candy doesn't last that long.  Do you want them to get sick and then blame it on you?  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else pisses me off?  He's prolly the only guy who takes the candy and hides it...dude, last year, he threw away 75% of the candy we got :(.  Arghs! I hate him for that and the way he's acting rite now!  But he doesn't know I have a secret stash in my backpack!!! *laughs evil-ly*  I knew he was going to take it so I took some and kept 'em in my backpack...so I've been really sugar high lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know what? I'm excited.  Guess why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its my birthday in 10 days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-116251816517318746?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/116251816517318746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=116251816517318746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/116251816517318746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/116251816517318746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-116164846033619894</id><published>2006-10-23T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:12.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IB and school</title><content type='html'>You know what the damn motives of IB teachers are?  To fail you in your classes.  I swear...I mean, we have a goddamn IA for history due in January, a TOK presentation, a TOK essay which is a live score both due by the end of second quarter, math tests every other week-ish, then we have to put up with seminars and quizzes on crime and punishment.  Someone shoot me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-116164846033619894?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/116164846033619894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=116164846033619894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/116164846033619894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/116164846033619894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/10/ib-and-school.html' title='IB and school'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115751563626447441</id><published>2006-09-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:12.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP TO SRK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, SRK...he's dead...*cry, cry, cry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA, got ya!!! Its actually SRK the Red Bellied Pacu!!! OMG, I need a hobby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115751563626447441?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115751563626447441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115751563626447441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115751563626447441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115751563626447441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/09/rip-to-srk.html' title='RIP TO SRK'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115751543253117078</id><published>2006-09-05T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:12.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP to Steve Irwin, AKA "Crocodile Hunter"</title><content type='html'>Fatally injured "Crocodile Hunter" Steve Irwin pulled a stingray's serrated barb from his chest before he lost consciousness and died, his manager said on Tuesday as fans worldwide mourned the exuberant naturalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of fans placed flowers outside his Australia Zoo in Queensland state and wrote messages on khaki shirts, part of his trademark uniform, as Irwin's body was flown home after Monday's freak diving accident off Australia's northeast coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials offered Irwin's grieving family a state funeral while news of his death on the Great Barrier Reef clogged Internet news sites and ground some Web sites to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police have been handed footage taken as Irwin, 44, filmed what was to be his last documentary. It shows him swimming above a stingray when it lashed out and speared him in the heart with its barbed tail, manager John Stainton told reporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He pulled it out and the next minute he's gone," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cameraman had to shut down. It's a very hard thing to watch because you're actually witnessing somebody die ... it's terrible," Stainton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said it appeared Irwin was just watching the ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no evidence that Mr Irwin was intimidating or threatening the stingray," Queensland police spokesman Mike Keating told reporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine experts say stingrays can deliver horrific, agonizing injuries from the toxin-laden barbs, which can measure up to 20 cm (8 in) in length and cause injuries like a knife or bayonet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the going in that causes the damage, it's the coming out where those deep serrations kind of pull on the flesh, and you end up with a very jagged tear which is quite a pronounced injury," said Dr Bryan Fry, deputy director of the Australian Venom Research Unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLIRT WITH DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian Prime Minister John Howard interrupted parliament on Tuesday to pay tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was a genuine, one-off, remarkable Australian individual and I am distressed at his death," Howard told parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We mourn his loss, we're devastated by the tragic circumstances in which he has been taken from us and we send our love and prayers to his grieving family," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film star Russell Crowe praised Irwin as the "ultimate wildlife warrior."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin's zoo kept its gates open Tuesday despite his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He would have been kicking our butts if we decided to close the zoo. It's a great chance for people to go in and see his crocodiles, see what he loved," zoo worker Louise Martin said.&lt;br /&gt;Environmental documentary maker Ben Cropp said Irwin was swimming alongside a bull stingray, probably weighing around 100 kg (220 lb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stingrays are normally placid and only attack in self-defense. But Irwin's cameraman was filming in front of it and it probably became frightened and lashed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stainton said the cameraman only became aware of the attack when he noticed Irwin bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Millions had seen Irwin flirt with death many times as he stalked and played with crocodiles, sharks, snakes and spiders. Stainton said he was struggling to come to terms with the fact that a stingray had killed his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He just seemed to have a charmed life," Stainton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for his catchphrase "Crikey" during close encounters with animals, Irwin made almost 50 documentaries which appeared on the cable TV channel Animal Planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S.-based television company Discovery Communications, which produces Animal Planet, said it would set up a conservation fund in honor of Irwin. It said the footage of Irwin's fatal dive might never be broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwin's documentaries attracted a global audience of some 200 million people, many of them in the United States, and fans from Guam to Glasgow jammed Web sites and news blogs. Many asked how they were to explain Irwin's death to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did it have to be Steve Irwin," 11-year-old Daniel told Australian Associated Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article from Yahoo!News&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115751543253117078?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115751543253117078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115751543253117078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115751543253117078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115751543253117078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/09/rip-to-steve-irwin-aka-crocodile.html' title='RIP to Steve Irwin, AKA &quot;Crocodile Hunter&quot;'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115611996276497576</id><published>2006-08-20T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'ld be dancing...not crappy dancing...dancing as in Bharatanatyam.  Yeps, my 1st anniversary!  Yay for me!  Go arangetram first year!  Score...I feel so special right now.  I mean, right now, I would be doing my...I would think varnam...or maybe its intermission.  Not sure 'cuz I don't remember looking at the time.  But still...yes...this is the 1st anniversary of the culmination of all my years learning dance...whoop dee do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115611996276497576?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115611996276497576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115611996276497576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115611996276497576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115611996276497576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115509036107466363</id><published>2006-08-08T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Hamster Dance Song now Comes with a Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom:25px;margin-top:25px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;!-- #id2cyuoub8l072yidqcpj0s41ayjrkwf2ew096797{width:320px;height:256px;border:none;margin:0px;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.dailymotion.com/blog/video/338766?key=d2cyuoub8l072yidqcpj0s41ayjrkwf2ew096797" style="width:320px;height:256px;border:none;margin:0px;" width="320" height="256" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" id="id2cyuoub8l072yidqcpj0s41ayjrkwf2ew096797"&gt;Dailymotion blogged video&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x79e6_hamster-dance-video"&gt;HAMSTER DANCE VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video sent by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/ax0u"&gt;ax0u&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha...this is hilarious...a bit repetitive, but I think you'll live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115509036107466363?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115509036107466363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115509036107466363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115509036107466363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115509036107466363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/08/infamous-hamster-dance-song-now-comes.html' title='The Infamous Hamster Dance Song now Comes with a Dance'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115413160765903253</id><published>2006-07-28T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't they ever be happy?</title><content type='html'>What is it? Me?  I swear, I always try to do things right, and what happens?  "You could have done better. "  "Oh, you got an average grade. *Face becomes blank from happy."  Why can't they just be happy with what I've got.  Its always get the higher score.  We don't care if you got a good score, or if you passed.  We want the A's or the 5/6's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people wonder why suicide rate is the highest in teens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115413160765903253?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115413160765903253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115413160765903253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115413160765903253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115413160765903253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-cant-they-ever-be-happy.html' title='Why can&apos;t they ever be happy?'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115274932320917399</id><published>2006-07-12T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls afternoon out pictures have been posted.</title><content type='html'>So check them out too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115274932320917399?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115274932320917399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115274932320917399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274932320917399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274932320917399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls-afternoon-out-pictures-have-been.html' title='Girls afternoon out pictures have been posted.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115274900266466181</id><published>2006-07-12T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise Fulfilled</title><content type='html'>Ha, I fulfilled the promise.  The one that I said I'ld write a long post down.    &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wakka Wakka" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_34.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a days worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wizard" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_3_39.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYDTUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115274900266466181?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115274900266466181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115274900266466181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274900266466181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274900266466181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/07/promise-fulfilled.html' title='Promise Fulfilled'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115274887501775036</id><published>2006-07-12T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Afternoon Out</title><content type='html'>Ok, so its been a while, but I still remember the awesome times I had after school closed.  I waited for over 2 hours for my dear sister and her sister to come to my house.  When she finally did, we sat around and talked.  I showed her some stuff, then we had paratha.  Score for me who made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off for good old PV mall, to go shopping (ha! more like window shopping).  Stopped by starbuck's to get a drink...I got a java chip frap, B and her sis got some iced tea or something like that...can't even remember at this point.  Then, we went to Dillard's, JCPenny's, all those good places.  We looked for some stuff to get our dads for father's day...B was going to get her dad a belt, but she couldn't remember the size.  And everything was on sale anyways, so it wasn't a bad deal.  But I mean, is there any use in buying something if you don't know the size...I mean, what if it is too small or too big.  there's no point at all.  So B and D didn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I didn't know what to get my dad...he's so picky about the stuff he wants.  He always wants like those shirts with those pockets on the left breast...and those are really expensive.  His belt was reversible...with both a brown and a black color, so he didn't need that.  So I really didn't know what to get him.  So I just decided I would sing him a song, like I did for mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the funniest thing happened when we were out.  D was holding the drink.  She would slowly and sneakily give it to B, who would just accept it.  The funny part was when B realized that she accepted it.  OMG, she was just like, "D stop giving it to me.  You hold it...you are the one who wanted it in the first place."  D would be like, no you hold it, but she'ld hold it.  Then the process would begin all over again after some time.  Man, it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we were looking at some dresses and I found a couple what I consider provacative dresses and I was like, "B, this is really made for you.  You'ld look perfect in it."  B was like, "Chi, podi."  God, D and I were laughing.  If none of you know, both B and D are skinny skinny skinny.  They don't have an inch of extra flab anywhere.  God, I was like, "Here, take my fat and make it yours.  I'ld have your body any day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the story.  When we were leaving, we saw Gathi and Gouri chechi.  Man, that was a surprise.  It was the last place I expected to see her.  But we talked for a little bit, then went our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, that was my GIRLS AFTERNOON OUT.  Man, I wish I could have done some shopping though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115274887501775036?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115274887501775036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115274887501775036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274887501775036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274887501775036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls-afternoon-out.html' title='Girls Afternoon Out'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115274777387809054</id><published>2006-07-12T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Most of my pictures from Orlando are put up there...so check it out!  I have atleast 116 more to put...but other than that...yea, just look at them.  You might see some crazy pics.   &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Big Hug" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  See ya guys later!  Keep checking my blog.  I'm sure I'll be able to write some stuff over the week.  And yes, another post coming up about my awesome girls afternoon out with my awesome sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYDTUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115274777387809054?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115274777387809054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115274777387809054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274777387809054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274777387809054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/07/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115274761254120948</id><published>2006-07-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so now I'm worried...yet maybe not</title><content type='html'>Alright, I don't know what to do...I admit it.  I know I had the camera with me when I left Thuls' party, but I still can't find it.  I've been looking all the time, whenever I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday, I recieved a sign from my mom.  I'm quite sure she knows where it is.  She always uses this voice and this smile when she knows I've lost something and thinks that I'm not even looking for it.  I'm sure that she knows about it...she just won't tell me that she knows where it is.  So, now I don't know whether to worry...or not to.  HELP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115274761254120948?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115274761254120948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115274761254120948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274761254120948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115274761254120948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-so-now-im-worriedyet-maybe-not.html' title='Ok, so now I&apos;m worried...yet maybe not'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-115077946025786273</id><published>2006-06-19T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Orlando!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG Orlando was sooooooooooooooooooo much fun!!! I seriously had such great fun and I was so happy but I didn't wanna go home. I even bought a new purse, a couple new hair accessories, and some jewelry. Now don't get me wrong...I got souvenirs from Disney World, Kennedy Space Center, and Universal Studios, but I was more interested in the things that I bought (if you don't know that I'm crazily obsessed with jewelry, then you don't know me). But it was really crazy. Anyways, I'm posting up pictures of my awesome trip there. So check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a new haircut, so yay for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-115077946025786273?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/115077946025786273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=115077946025786273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115077946025786273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/115077946025786273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-for-orlando.html' title='Yay for Orlando!!!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114957371139412942</id><published>2006-06-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>Won't be here from June 7th to the 17th so don't expect any posts between then.  But I'll try...promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on that note, I'll say bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114957371139412942?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114957371139412942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114957371139412942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114957371139412942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114957371139412942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/06/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114930760284715478</id><published>2006-06-02T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY SHIT YES!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I promise.  A really really really really long post is coming up, but I couldn't help posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;I QUALIFY FOR THE FLINN!!!! WHOOT!!!! GO ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114930760284715478?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114930760284715478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114930760284715478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114930760284715478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114930760284715478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/06/holy-shit-yes.html' title='HOLY SHIT YES!!!!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114861243342230177</id><published>2006-05-25T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an awesome day!</title><content type='html'>Dude, today is awesome...but will write about it later...this is just a reminder for me to write it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114861243342230177?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114861243342230177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114861243342230177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114861243342230177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114861243342230177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-awesome-day.html' title='What an awesome day!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114800066334973441</id><published>2006-05-18T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL'S ALMOST OVER!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHOOT!!! SCHOOL'S ALMOST OVER.  I KINDA SORTA WISH THAT WE DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE FINALS BUT THAT'S SOMETHING EVERYONE TENDS TO WISH.  ANYWAYS, YES, THIS WAS ALL I HAD TO SAY...VERY SMALL POST...NOTHING INTERESTING AT ALL.  SOMEONE GIVE ME AN IDEA FOR A STORY...I FEEL LIKE WRITING A STORY ON THIS THING...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114800066334973441?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114800066334973441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114800066334973441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114800066334973441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114800066334973441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/05/schools-almost-over.html' title='SCHOOL&apos;S ALMOST OVER!!!!!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114782504702241081</id><published>2006-05-16T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dude, its freaking raining!!!!!  whoot!!! for the first time over the summer...whoot!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114782504702241081?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114782504702241081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114782504702241081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114782504702241081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114782504702241081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/05/omfg.html' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114749332205494710</id><published>2006-05-12T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:11.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Help Posting This...'Cuz Its So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You know you're from Arizona if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. You are willing to park three blocks away because you found shade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. You can open and drive your car without touching the car door or the steering wheel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. You've experienced condensation on your ass from the hot water in the toilet bowl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. You would give anything to be able to splash cold water on your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. You can attend any function wearing shorts and a tank top.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. "Dress code" is meaningless at high schools and universities (picture lingerie ads).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. You can drive for four hours in one direction and never leave town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. You have over 100 recipes for Mexican food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. The four seasons are: TOLERABLE, HOT, REALLY HOT, AND ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. You know that the heat you feel when you walk outside is comparable to what hits you in the face when you open your oven door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. You think someone driving wearing oven mits is brilliant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Salsa is a part of your daily diet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. You can listen to a weather report of 117 and not flinch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. You notice your car overheating before you drive it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. You can pronounce San Xavier, Saguaro, Tempe, and Cholla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. You no longer associate bridges or rivers with water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. You know a swamp cooler is not a happy hour drink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. You can be in the snow, then drive for an hour...and it will be over 100 degrees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. You can make sun tea instantly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. You run your a/c in the middle of winter so you can use your fireplace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. The best parking is determined by shade.....not distance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. You realize that "Valley Fever" isn't a disco dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. You actually burn your hand opening the car door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. Sunscreen is sold year round, kept right at the checkout counter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. You put on fresh sunscreen just to go check the mail box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. Some fools will market mini-misters for joggers and some other fools will actually buy them. Worse.....some fools actually try to jog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. You know hot air balloons can't rise because the air temperature is hotter than the air inside the balloon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. No one would dream of putting vinyl inside a car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. You see more irrigation water on the street than there is in the Salt River, and, on that note, you have to go to a fake beach for some fake waves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. You can fry an egg on the hood of a car IN THE MORNING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;31. You think a red light is merely a suggestion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;32. Most of the restaurants in town have start with "El" or "Los."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;33. Your house is made of stucco and has a tile roof.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;34. You think 60 tons of crushed red rock makes a beautiful yard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;35. People who have black cars or black upholstery in their car are automatically assumed to be from out-of-state or nuts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;36. You know better than to get into a car with leather seats if you're wearing shorts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;37. You can't find anyone at a park until 7:00 PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;38. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Arizona.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114749332205494710?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114749332205494710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114749332205494710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114749332205494710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114749332205494710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/05/couldnt-help-posting-thiscuz-its-so.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Help Posting This...&apos;Cuz Its So True'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114732433195693707</id><published>2006-05-10T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more whoot...and then sadness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoot!!!!!!! PHYSICS IB TEST IS COMPLETELY OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Wakka Wakka" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_34.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DONE DONE DONE...but I gotta say, it was hard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Sad" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_38.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alrite, so, a story. ok, so its the "reception" at awards nite and I go outside, into the auditorium lobby. Then, I see Kelsey and Lauren and whoever else and I go and talk to them. My mom sees Mrs. Halverson and she goes and talks and then we leave. My mom tells me that Mrs. Halverson told my mom that Kelsey thinks that Sean and I are dating...'cuz I hang out with him at lunch, watching a movie and becuz I don't see her anymore. well, 'cuz I like her minimally. Anyways, so my mom's like, "I trust you and all, but people are noting. Even meera aunty says that you have put on some maturity, but you hang around with Sean a lot. I know you and I trust you, but people are starting to talk and you know how easy it is to start rumors and make a bad name around here."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this is why I'm angry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's hinting that I should stop talking to you, even tho she "trust me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People don't see the entire thing and then make up stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says she trusts me, but I don't thinks she does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That would imply that you're going out with Nick and Tiffany as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People at our school are morons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has no reason to distrust me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you know what else Mrs. Halverson told my mom????"I think they are going out secretly...they just don't want anyone to know about it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's quite new. I mean, we had this discussion with the whole after school circle. Jeezers everyone in the world thot we were going out. Tru, Maya, Everyone at school...why can't a girl and a guy be just friends?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides, when would I actually have time to go out? I'm usually at home or at SAT practices. And it's not like my mom doesn't know where I go (SAT practice, school). And why would she trust someone else who doesn't or wouldn't know as much about something as I do? That's something I never understood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know but when she was telling me, I kinda started to cry...my eyes filled up but I didn't let them overflow but only 'cuz she's like I trust you and I wish I could have said, "Sure doesn't sound like it." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Crying 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, you guys, I would really appreciate it if you would do me a favor, especially some people *cough -names- cough*. Please stop saying that I like anyone, 'cuz now, its just starting to hurt. I've had enough people saying about this ever since I started 6th grade (Turkey...if you don't get it, then ur just not in on it). I've been able to stand it for a while (you try 6 years), but its gone &lt;em&gt;waaaaaaaaaay&lt;/em&gt; overboard by now. I don't mind anything about Hari Patar, but anyone else does hurt now. I've forgiven any past times people have said it ( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) , but stop. I mean, I'm not going to jump down your throat if you say it by accident...but plz try not to. I'm sorry if I made anyone feel bad...'cuz I'm not trying to...just trying to express my feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Big Hug" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb068_ZSYYYYYYDTUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb068&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYDTUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114732433195693707?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114732433195693707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114732433195693707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114732433195693707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114732433195693707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/05/even-more-whootand-then-sadness.html' title='Even more whoot...and then sadness...'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114721727110098027</id><published>2006-05-09T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aarthi School of India Dances Annual Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARATHI SCHOOL OF INDIA DANCES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annual Show - 25th Anniversary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday May 21st 3pm-6pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunnyslope High School Auditorium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREE ADMISSION!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;I expect most of my friends to be there...hey, I'm dancing :P. Loves!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114721727110098027?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114721727110098027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114721727110098027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114721727110098027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114721727110098027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/05/aarthi-school-of-india-dances-annual.html' title='Aarthi School of India Dances Annual Show'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114721617646559929</id><published>2006-05-09T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoot!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!   So I finished 2 out of my 3 IB Physics tests!!!!! Go me!!! Man, it feels so good now!  Now all that is left is basically concepts of physics with some calculations thrown in!  Can't wait till I have that one done.  That means I can concentrate solely on my finals (which aren't fun too, but they are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much better than IB tests).  By the way, Muns, I wish you good luck on your history final! You'll do awesome!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114721617646559929?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114721617646559929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114721617646559929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114721617646559929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114721617646559929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/05/whoot.html' title='Whoot!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114672548798131121</id><published>2006-05-03T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so this is going off from the last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was at my bro's state chess championship (otherwise, I couldn't have gone to dance class) and for a bit I was talking to B, but not for long.  Throughout the whole time, I tried to connect to the Internet...but I couldn't :(.  But, anyways, so I'm sitting here working rite, and this Indian guy comes up to me and goes, "O, I've...." and then kinda randomly stops and asks my mom, "THis is your daughter rite?"  And my mom nods, and so he continues, "O, I've heard so much about you.  How studious you are and how much of a great dancer you are.   You should come and talk to our children about the meaning of Indian culture, and how it is just as important as maintaining it as well."  And so I go, "Um...thank you, and sure."  And the guy goes, "Oh, we just have a few kids, ranging from 4/5 to 11/12.  We should arrange one over the summer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I swear to god, when my dad told me this, I thought it was a joke or something.   But then I go to the chess championship, where I find out that it was never a joke...always true.  And now I'm so confused at what to do, due to me not even being able to talk to a group 0f 13 kids who I know.  Jeezers for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On a sadder note, I have my oral commentary for IB on Friday, May 12th.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GOING TO FAIL!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114672548798131121?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114672548798131121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114672548798131121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114672548798131121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114672548798131121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-so-this-is-going-off-from-last-post.html' title='Ok, so this is going off from the last post'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114581266292177029</id><published>2006-04-23T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I didn't know this...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Manoj had a chess game yesterday, and my dad, like always, went to watch him and there he met a whole bunch of Indians.  I'm sure he knew half of them already, but one of them asked him why I wasn't able to teach some kids a dance.  Well, my dad replied that I couldn't because of school work (which was true).  And the guy goes, "I heard your daughter was a very good dancer and such a good girl. Your children are good at everything.  You need to get your daughter to have a chat with our kids and telll them how valuable the Indian culture is to our way of life even in America."  Dude, when dad told me that part, I was like, "HA!!! no way is that going to happen.  I don't even know all those kids...I can barely talk to a group that I know really well.  I'll teach them, but won't talk to them about Indian culture...no way, Jose." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so, my dad was telling me that I'm really high in demand in the Indian community...and I don't know why I'm so high in demand...well, at least in most of the Indian communities.  Alrities, gotta go and do physics powerpoint.  BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114581266292177029?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114581266292177029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114581266292177029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114581266292177029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114581266292177029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow-i-didnt-know-this.html' title='Wow, I didn&apos;t know this...'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114540919779275540</id><published>2006-04-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans</title><content type='html'>Yes, so I finally had the courage to try them.  For those who don't know what Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans (BBEFB) are, let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBEFB is a product from &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt;.  They're basically like Jelly Beans...except for one catch: they have &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; single flavor, including "spinach, liver, and tripe."  Well, that's only in the books.  When Harry Potter became a big success, some company started the BBEFB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the courage to try one single one...until Monday.  One of my friends (to make it easier, I'm going to refer to her as F1) brought her bag of BBEFB in.  One of my other friends (let's call her F2 for now) took the pack to see what types are there.  I decided that I'ld try one, so I started looking for a buttered popcorn.  But there wasn't a single one in there.  So I decided to try a rotten egg, only 'cuz it looked like buttered popcorn, so I really couldn't tell any difference.  No difference, that is, until I actually tasted it.  Ugh! It was so freaking disgusting!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess F2 decided to make me suffer 'cuz she doesn't like "jelly bellies."  She started giving me some without telling me what flavor they were.  And you want to know what she gave me?  Dirt, earthworm, soap, and bacon.  I couldn't even eat the soap one 'cuz it started to taste like Ms. LaMell's classroom after she sprays her room with Febreeze.  Ugh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm never ever going to eat BBEFB again...unless its buttered popcorn!  And I'm warning you.  Unless you want to throw up (or even feel like it), don't eat the beans...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114540919779275540?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114540919779275540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114540919779275540&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114540919779275540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114540919779275540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/04/bertie-botts-every-flavor-beans.html' title='Bertie Bott&apos;s Every Flavor Beans'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114455350939513320</id><published>2006-04-08T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is so effing retarded!!! Some people...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so I was in the hospital today, volunteering (yea, I had a heart attack &gt;_o jk). Anyways, I was volunteering like every saturday (unless other plans) and about 10 minutes before my shift ends, this lady calls. She asks me to take a tray to dietary, but I couldn't because I didn't wear any shoes (I was wearing slippers), and the other girls I work with were on runs. So I told the lady that it may take about 5 to 30 minutes (we had a list of people who had called before her) because currently there weren't any volunteers there.. So, she asks me my name and I tell her. About 5 minutes later, she calls back and is like, "I just called a couple minutes ago and you told me that there wasn't anyone there. But when I went to your office, I saw four of you there." So, I get mad and was like, "Excuse me, there's only 3 of us here, and I'm currently unavailable to do anything due to me not wearing shoes. And when you 'came' here, they others were probably looking at what their next run was." And then she's all like, "But you told me that it would take a couple of hours." Then we had a nuh-uh, yea-huh fight over the phone, until finally, she told me that she was going to report this to my supervisor. I was like, "Fine, but I'll tell her what happened and that you can't hear."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude, that place is starting to piss me off so bad. You go and help them, but they get all pissed that you didn't do it fast enough. And they're not even grateful that you are taking your time to help them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGHS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114455350939513320?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114455350939513320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114455350939513320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114455350939513320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114455350939513320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-hell.html' title='What the hell!!!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114393843462445632</id><published>2006-04-01T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I gotta say, today was a crazy day.  Right now, I'm at Sri Uncle's house, 'cuz the guys have their card game.   I drove from Indian School and Hayden to Princess Dr and Downing Olson.  Whoot for me!!!  Anyways, about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the mallu picnic today.  It was so awesome.  I went on the swing for quite a bit of time.  I guess you could call me childish, but I stayed on there until, maybe 15 minutes before we had to eat.  Then we did this crazy thing, where what you do is hold on to this thing and then you just kinda take your feet off and it moves.  Dude, for everyone, the thing moved slowly, but for me, it just whizzed off.  And it hurt.  So I got off for a while.  Then we went to the little metal bridge that I was there, and N and I jumped, while C and V sat in the middle.  It was kinda crazy (N, C, and V are some of the kids I did the dance for the India festival with).  But then we had to eat.  By then, B still hadn't come, and I already knew that Tru, G, and Muns weren't coming so I started to get kinda angry.  When she finally did come, I was going to kill her.  But, of course, I didn't 'cuz then I wouldn't have anyone to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then the ladies did their lemon-and-spoon race, and 2 aunties won.  After that was the little kids' Pick As Many Candies As You Can race.  2 kids I don't know won 1st and 2nd place and the lil Kav won 3rd place.  Then we had the game for the bigger kids (but I couldn't stay to watch that).  B wouldn't play cricket because "guys we didn't know were playing."  Anyways, I know that my bro won that game.  After that, there was the couples dance.  G chechi and R chetan won, as well as A uncle and R aunty.  It was funny to watch my parents though.  Anyways, that was fun.  Let's see...what else? There was a balloon popping competition.  I won that one.  It was actually quite funny.  I did it with the India Festival dance kids and they forgot I was playing and they would face their back to me and would come quite next to me.  I would just jump on their balloon.  In the end, it was Chippy, Pinky, and me.  Pinky's balloon broke by itself and was able to break Chippy's.  Manoj won the lil kids one.  Oh, there was also Housey/Tambola.  I convinced R chetan to buy 5 tickets, and he won $45 (full house), so he gave me $5 commission :P.  That was hilarious.  And then he was like, "Here's my agent."  lol...crazy fun.  So, yea, that was real great.  Then we played tug of war.  My team won 2 times, B's 2 different teams won 2 times as well.  I was with her for the first team, and we won, then the second time, she played and I didn't, so she won with that one.  Then she played one side, I played another side, and I won that one!!  Ha!!!  Then we watched the guys play tug-o-war.  Team ABC won twice, but the second time Satheesh uncle said was foul, so they did it again, and Team DEF won that one.  So we decided that it was a tie.  LOL...I just kinda wish that there were more games for kids my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, will write later. Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114393843462445632?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114393843462445632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114393843462445632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114393843462445632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114393843462445632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-day.html' title='What a day!!!!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114377441500047094</id><published>2006-03-30T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeps, I did it.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know that I only had 1 person respond to the other one...and I guess when I read it, it sounded really awkward.  What I did was I passed my driver's test!!! Whoot for me!!!  Yayness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114377441500047094?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114377441500047094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114377441500047094&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114377441500047094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114377441500047094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeps-i-did-it.html' title='Yeps, I did it.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114368611410353826</id><published>2006-03-29T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I can...</title><content type='html'>I going to do it...and no one can stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114368611410353826?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114368611410353826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114368611410353826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114368611410353826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114368611410353826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-know-i-can.html' title='I know I can...'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114297635001555924</id><published>2006-03-21T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>People wonder why I always say I hate my life, although I seem so full of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, obviously, knows the real me.  Everything, including this "happiness" I have, is fake.  No one knows my pain...or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually planned on writing a whole blog on this...to explain to people why.  But I don't think I will anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114297635001555924?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114297635001555924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114297635001555924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114297635001555924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114297635001555924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/03/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114275143714234303</id><published>2006-03-18T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, Tru...j/k, I have something more interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Oscar Red Carpet 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/1/1_4_138.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;-- What Tru  would feel like if I really did write a whole blog about her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="St. Patty's Day Kick" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_9_19.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the hell???  I don't get it.  Do people not know the meaning of hate/dislike vs. love/like?????  I really don't get it.   &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYYYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mean" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_29.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean seriously...I say I don't like someone, and then all of a sudden I somehow turn into liking that person...and people still annoy me for it.  Want the story? Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;2 Weeks before IB Talent Show Tryouts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My friend and I decide to do a dance for the IB Talent Show...but this time, it should be a girl and guy dance. Yes, with real guys.  So, I ask R (a Gujju kid) to dance and he's like, 'Yes, I'll do it with you.'  We are both really really really happy, 'cuz we never thought that we could get him to do it.  And then, we asked him to ask T to do it with us. He's this black kid who watches Indian movies (surprise...not really).  Of course, R tells us that he asked and T said he would think about it...and R begins to help us choose the song.  Soon, though, we had to leave becuz we had lots of homework and it was getting late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Next Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T is not at school 'cuz he has a tennis game in Yuma.  R doesn't say anything and we don't talk about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Day After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After 1st hour, I ask T about doing the dance, and he is so completely confused.  He didn't even know what I was talking about, so I told him to ask R.  Later, I see and he's like, "Oh, I'll think about it."  I told him, "That's what you told me before...or, well, you told R who told me."  And he was like," R never asked me.  Dude, he is one big liar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Day After That:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I ask him again, before Physics starts.  And you know what they say? "Oh, we have a stomp group that we said we'ld do, so we will give most of our thoughts to that.  I don't think we'll have time to do your dance."  Man, did I get mad. "Then why did you R, tell me that you would do it, and you, T, say you would think about it.  Therefore, you didn't come up with this stomp group until yesterday.  You guys could have said something about it." Man wasn't I pissed.  (This story goes off to a waaaaaaaaaay different tangent after this, so I'm not going to get into it.)  That whole day, I thought about it too.  I refused to speak to R and if he would talk to me, I was like, "Dude, you are just the biggest hole in the universe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Week of IB Talent Show Tryouts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I find out during English that R didn't try out for the IB Talent Show Tryouts.  Apparently, his group "kind of dissolved" to put it in his words.  "Ha!" I tell him. "That's what you get for what you did!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kind of randomly, one of my friends tells me, "Oh, I think you like R."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I don't!!!" I reply.  "Dude, I hate him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No, its actually quite obvious you like him.  You always complain about him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Well, duh, I would complain about him every time I see him.  What else do you think I think of??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We ended that convo rite there tho.  My math teacher gives us her look and we just quiet down.  Somehow, though, the whole IB group thinks I like him.  I'm sick of saying no, I don't like him.  I still don't get it...how the hell did hate = like????  And some people think we're going out too...this is what gossip gets to nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, one last thing.  Does anyone think I should dress up spirit week? I'm still not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114275143714234303?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114275143714234303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114275143714234303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114275143714234303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114275143714234303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-you-trujk-i-have-something-more.html' title='For you, Tru...j/k, I have something more interesting...'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-114180323179651188</id><published>2006-03-07T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:10.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help needed from all who read this blog!!</title><content type='html'>Hey all you folks.  I just wanted you guys to know something: Warner Bros. is giving away a sweepstakes to meet HP and the cast...and I really wanna go.  It would really mean a lot if you could click here (&lt;a href="http://www.harrypotter.com/goblet"&gt;http://www.harrypotter.com/goblet&lt;/a&gt;) and sign up and vote for me everyday.  This would really make me dreams come true.  If you don't want to put your home addy in, just e-mail me and I'll give you an addy that I know no one really cares about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a whole bunch-ness!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-114180323179651188?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/114180323179651188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=114180323179651188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114180323179651188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/114180323179651188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/03/help-needed-from-all-who-read-this.html' title='Help needed from all who read this blog!!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-113988052815196077</id><published>2006-02-13T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I did something nice today.  It was Grant's birthday, and I made him a card...well, Sylvia drew the card, I supplied the paper and colored Sylvia's drawing, and Tiffany told me when Grant's birthday was...yay!!! I think Tiffany had the hardest thing to do *wink wink* &lt;br /&gt;Anyways..yes, I'm quite pissed at the moment...as well as drunk...on air.  Is that even possible???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you prolly wanna know why I'm pissed.  Well, let me start from the beginning.  On Friday, almost 2 weeks ago, I organized a party for Mrs. Sedor, 'cuz she was leaving.  And then, I kinda expected everyone to pay me back by the end of the week last week..but not so.  So, I asked someone during class to pay me back 2day and she was all like, 'I already paid you back.  I'm 100% sure." So I took out this thing where I had written everyone's names and who had paid me back.  She wasn't crossed out, or had Paid next to her name.  So I told her, "Your name isn't crossed out, which means that you didn't pay me back." She gets all pissed and is like, "Dude, its only 2 dollars...so I wouldn't be making a big fuss about it becuz 2 dollars is nothing."  And I just ask her, " Then why don't you pay me back the 2 dollars instead of making such a big fuss about it??" She's like "Becuase I'm sure I paid you back...100%."  Dude, what a lying bitch.  Anyways, so, then the substitute starts class, and I take my packet out and start reading, trying to figure out what to do...and then, the stupid bitch (who is almos always in my "group" for english) just leaves...and doesn't even tell me...so I don't have a group to do the discussion with.  (I finished the thing on Hamlet anyways, so it wasn't anything big..but she could have told me that she was leaving and going somewhere else...but NOOO...she has a be huge asshole...arghs!!!)  Of course, I look stupid because I'm the only one who doesn't have a group...and I feel stupid for the same reason...but I don't care anymore about that.  All throughout math, she didn't talk to me either...so I didn't bother.  She can go to hell for all I care anymore.  And that's all I wanted to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay...and now, I'm all done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-113988052815196077?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/113988052815196077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=113988052815196077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113988052815196077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113988052815196077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-i-did-something-nice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-113944358002274824</id><published>2006-02-08T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghs!!!</title><content type='html'>This applies to everyone except one person in one of my groups for school.  That person knows who that one person is...so, if ur reading this, it doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it.  I do the work, all my group does is critcize!!!!!!!!!!  What the crap? I don't see them doing anything...or even trying to help me.  It's like 'look, amitha made a powerpoint on G-4.  Since we're racist, we're going to criticize about it...amitha may have spent four hours on it, but we don't really care because we didn't spend the time.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID, GOOD FOR NOTHING GROUP!!!!  I'M FUCKING SICK OF UR SHIT!!!!! THIS IS LIKE THE THIRD TIME AT LEAST...AND IN ONLY FIVE MONTHS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes sigh of relief...and feels better*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, now, I feel lots better.  I think I'll be feeling a lot better after tomorrow.  Anyways, nothing new going on.  Extended essay stuff now...my topic is on stem cell research.  And that's part of what my debate is on...so I'm gonna have lots of info.  I prolly should start getting ready for this though.  Well, now I gots to go and do physics homework (whoot!! NOT!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-113944358002274824?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/113944358002274824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=113944358002274824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113944358002274824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113944358002274824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/02/arghs.html' title='Arghs!!!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-113721017438207453</id><published>2006-01-13T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main...Hari Patar Ki Diwaani Hoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trupti, your wish has been fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, I don't know why, but I feel like writing a blog on my favorite hubby...Hari Patar. Recently, I haven't had any huge conversations about him...until today, at school. It was really wierd. So this is how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick&lt;/em&gt;: Hey, did you guys hear about the essay people in the AP english class have to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiffany&lt;/em&gt;: Is this what gossip in high school has come to? We have to talk about actually gossip. You know, like, 'I saw Sean go into the closet with a girl.' or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amitha&lt;/em&gt;: Tiffany...you are one disgusting girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sean&lt;/em&gt;: I saw Tiffany making out with a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;: What?????? I already have a b/f thanks very much...and he doesn't go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;: haha...jeez T, stop lying...we know your behavior. But did you know that Harry Potter like the Sex Pistols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;: so, can someone please tell me what that has anything do with what we were talking about? And, anyways, Harry Potter isn't a real person!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;: He is too!!! And I would know, considering I married him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;: Yeah, and I met him a couple times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;: Oh come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;: I'm not kidding...I even went through platform 9 and 3/4...and I learnt a little bit of magic too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;: I don't want to know what you were smoking when you "went through" platform 9 and 3/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;: hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;: hey I really did meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;: at my birthday party...remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;: yeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T:&lt;/em&gt; yeah right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;: I mean come on, I know that he's real. You should see him in bed *wink wink* &lt;strong&gt;(haha...I laughed so much at that part)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;: ewwwwww!!!! That was just...disgusting. Did you meet Ron and Hermione?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;: of course...I mean, they were at our wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;: where was it? In Hogwarts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;: no, actually it was in my backyard...which was sreened off, so that no one could take pictures. I couldn't invite anyone either. The only pple that were there were my parents, Hari's first wife, and the cast and crew of &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;: haha...yeah right, stop joking with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;: She isn't kidding, ya know. She has pictures and a video from her wedding, and she showed it to me when I was at her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;: I even have a ring he got for me to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, I had to leave to see Mr. Greenway. We never really finished that conversation. For some reason, Nick didn't talk about &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; at all in through this whole thing. Maybe he likes likes him...nah, that's not possible...Nick isn't that type.lol...I could joke with him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I gotta say, Hari is my hubby only...and Bhavya chechi's...but she doesn't count. We never talk anymore...and both of us haven't seen Hari in over two weeks. I saw him when we went to Las Vegas together...I miss my lover.  Not fair!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pushupstairs.com/images/emoticon/deviant/icon_crying.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 21px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 20px" height="104" alt="" src="http://www.pushupstairs.com/images/emoticon/deviant/icon_crying.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-113721017438207453?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/113721017438207453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=113721017438207453&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113721017438207453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113721017438207453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2006/01/mainhari-patar-ki-diwaani-hoon.html' title='Main...Hari Patar Ki Diwaani Hoon'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-113089081248562165</id><published>2005-11-01T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Diwali to all you Indians out there!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-113089081248562165?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/113089081248562165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=113089081248562165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113089081248562165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113089081248562165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-113080630309432810</id><published>2005-10-31T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Interesting Hari Patar Convo</title><content type='html'>Yes, I still go on with this. Altho my "chechi" and I haven't really had a chance to talk much, when we do..yeah, we kinda go just a tad bit crazy. Anyways, here's the convo between Mrs. Patar and Mrs. Patar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:52:53 PM): hey "chechi"&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:53:02 PM): entha pettenu respect? &lt;strong&gt;(what's up with the random respect?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:53:32 PM): ormaya ille? Jnagala Hari Patar ne kalyanam kaichilye? &lt;strong&gt;(don't you remember? We both got married to Hari Patar)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:53:59 PM): aaah...shariya..hello "aniyathi" &lt;strong&gt;(that's rite...hello younger sister (aniyathi))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:54:13 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:54:23 PM): potter chettan enthu parayunnu? &lt;strong&gt;(what's our hubby saying?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:54:33 PM): Potter ella, Patar annu &lt;strong&gt;(IT'S NOT POTTER, IT'S PATAR)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:55:02 PM): unnum parayuunillya. Ippu office ne vendi pooyi &lt;strong&gt;(he says nothing...just went to his office for urgent business)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:55:18 PM): ende blog check chethuo? &lt;strong&gt;(did u check my blog?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:55:30 PM): illa..ippam cheyyam &lt;strong&gt;(nope...I'll check rite now)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:55:55 PM): chechi potti chirikyam todongum &lt;strong&gt;(you'll start laughing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:55:59 PM): did u write bout ur pattar chettan in there?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:56:09 PM): pinne allathe &lt;strong&gt;(of  course!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:56:34 PM): aha..hah..i wanna read it NOW..do not disturb..i m focused&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:56:53 PM): onnum illya...ennallthe conversation annu &lt;strong&gt;(its nothing, just yesterday's convo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:57:14 PM): hey give me ur link&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:57:22 PM): its easier that way&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:57:38 PM): &lt;a href="http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com"&gt;http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:57:52 PM): Saathiya Saathiya madam madam teri geeli hasi &lt;strong&gt;(this would be the coolest song for my love)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:58:14 PM): saathiya saathiya sunke humne sarre peeli hassi&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:58:20 PM): hasti rahey thu hastu rahey..&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:58:27 PM): hayya ki lali khilthi rahey&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:58:35 PM): zulfon key neechey gardhan pey&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 5:58:44 PM): subaha shaam milti rahey&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:58:46 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:58:51 PM): anyways, check it out&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:59:14 PM): so, Mrs. Patar 1, enda vissesham&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(what's up?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 5:59:40 PM): *?&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:00:19 PM): vishesham..when u will hand over Mr Pattar to me?&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:00:29 PM): now all the vishesham is wiht u rite?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:00:39 PM): Mr. Pattar ippum jolli il alle? &lt;strong&gt;(Mr. Potter is at work right now...duh!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:01:08 PM): aaah..hogsmeade il aano? &lt;strong&gt;(is he in hogsmeade?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:01:28 PM): alla...ippollu ministryil annu &lt;strong&gt;(he is in the ministry right now)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:01:35 PM): ippu veram chechi &lt;strong&gt;(i'll brb)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:01:37 PM): oru minute &lt;strong&gt;(one minute)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:01:50 PM): okay..meantime i will read our crazy convo&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:02:01 PM): omg..i was paagal yesterday &lt;strong&gt;(crazy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:07:44 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:07:56 PM): aadu sheriya&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:08:58 PM): so wat else?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:09:24 PM): OMG...many pple I kno have worn a sari atleast once in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:09:31 PM): my mom won't even let me&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:09:36 PM): wear it&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:10:09 PM): seriously! i wud nevere wanna wear a sari in my life..i was telling my mom to get me a tracksuit for my marriage&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:10:10 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:10:15 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:11:15 PM): it shows ur whole body for gods sake!! its worse tht wjat most ppl where in western countries wear..atleast they wear pants and shirts and everything which dosent show theie stomach and all&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:11:31 PM): damn my spellings!!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:12:44 PM): well, actually, my mom wears her sari in a way that you can't see the stomach&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:12:48 PM): and that's all that u can see&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:12:52 PM): the stomach&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:13:05 PM): hey, where are u planning to have ur marriage?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:13:28 PM): not with Hari patar, but the next one&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:13:31 PM): have u planned it already!! sheez&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:13:31 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:13:44 PM): well, I've already decided that I want it in India&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:13:53 PM): oh yeah..with HP..it was in heaven..havent u heard it.."marriage in heaven"&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:13:53 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:13:57 PM): nice place&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:13:58 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:13:59 PM): i like it&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:14:20 PM): ofcourse..who wud want a marriage here&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:14:34 PM): i wud defenitely want it in india&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:14:36 PM): so u gonna have it in India&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:14:38 PM): cool&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:14:41 PM): brb&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:14:53 PM): kalyanam kazhikkan poyathano? &lt;strong&gt;('did u go to get married?' haha...:P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:16:56 PM): i posted a comment ..but as anonymous...i dun have a blogger account&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:18:06 PM): alright...well, anyways, going to make tea for Mr. Patar&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:18:08 PM): so I'll brb&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:18:33 PM): okay..nalla sugar idaneyyy &lt;strong&gt;(put lots of sugar)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:18:34 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:22:28 PM): lol...korray ittu&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:22:50 PM): good..he likes it that way u kno&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:23:02 PM): yes I kno&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:23:11 PM): how long do u think I've been dating him?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:23:15 PM): about 5 yrs&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:23:29 PM): that's why I know that we are compatible&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:24:32 PM): aaahh..but i was with him when Mc gonnagall out him in Vernon's door..but that time i was small too..u know..dumbledore knew that harry's future wife shud be present when they left him wiht vernon..so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:24:48 PM): ummm...actually, no u weren't&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:24:50 PM): I was&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:24:56 PM): yea yea w.e&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:25:12 PM): hello, of course I was&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:25:23 PM): I was tinnie...just a bit younger than u&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:25:28 PM): my mom told me that I am his morrapennu anyways&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:25:45 PM): oh..yeah..thats mite have been a possibiltuy...sorry aniyathi&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:26:41 PM): y do i write such drappy english!! Gosh&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:26:45 PM): crappy&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:26:48 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:26:48 PM): maaaan&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:26:52 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:27:34 PM): dun u have nething to study aniyathi? hp likes smart gurls&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:27:41 PM): of course I do&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:27:46 PM): thats y he likes me so much&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:27:57 PM): that's what I do when I chat and everything else&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:28:20 PM): I'm good at multitasking&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:28:22 PM): multiple intelligence..smarty pants..&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:28:31 PM): yeah..i got that&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:28:50 PM): so u do have a blue rose in ur display pic area rite&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:28:54 PM): dun tell me u dont&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:29:00 PM): yes, i do&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:29:04 PM): thank god&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:29:12 PM): so i m not that out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:29:41 PM): no ur not&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:30:35 PM): hey thats a niiice pic..auntie is sooo cute ..not so sure about the gurl next to her&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:31:31 PM): so, yes, I like that pic...and both I and my mom look good&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:31:44 PM): I gotta get a pic with me and my hubby&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:32:15 PM): yeah i was gonna say that..we have our portrait in our living room&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:33:27 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:33:35 PM): well, no, I mean in my digi pic&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:34:17 PM): yeah..u gotta do that..actually i think its high time that we talk to dumbledore about computers,,..in that way..we cud send mails to him u nkow&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:34:37 PM): yea&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:34:41 PM): it would be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:34:46 PM): and easier to stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:34:56 PM): and how to protect our children...if we have any&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:35:02 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:35:28 PM): hey ami..pinky(my sis) wants the compiter..for her homewrok..so i gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:35:35 PM): take care of my pattar&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:35:37 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:35:41 PM): alright&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:35:47 PM): u take care too chechi&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:35:53 PM): okay aniyathi &lt;strong&gt;(younger sister)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:36:08 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 6:36:16 PM): okay bye..&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:36:18 PM): bye&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:42:25 PM): bhavya, next time u come online, IM me&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 6:42:28 PM): if I'm there&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 8:29:56 PM): sup&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 8:30:01 PM): hey&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 8:30:05 PM): wanna see my pic with HP&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 8:30:08 PM): entha sissy? &lt;strong&gt;(what)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 8:30:15 PM): yeah..evidey &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(where?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 8:30:35 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 8:30:53 PM): haha..wow!! hey send me that one&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 8:30:59 PM): thru msn&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 8:31:03 PM): 'k&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 8:31:04 PM): hold on&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 8:31:07 PM): sign in&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/27/2005 8:31:17 PM): yeH..duh..forgot&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/27/2005 8:31:26 PM): dumbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, I be a good girl and sent her the pic of me and my hubby.  But the greatest part is the fact that she was just about ready to roll on the floor laughing after she got my pic.  And I think its funny.  Yes..great time, great times.  Yet, I still can't believe this is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-113080630309432810?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/113080630309432810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=113080630309432810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113080630309432810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113080630309432810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-interesting-hari-patar-convo.html' title='Another Interesting Hari Patar Convo'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-113038275524956109</id><published>2005-10-26T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What started with bio and ended with....</title><content type='html'>OMG this is hilarious.  A convo between me and Bhavya regarding HP...my hubby as of 11 tonite. The convo was so irrelevant to what we started up with. what started with bio and ended with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:17:52 PM): so, what up?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:18:32 PM): how do u do a punnett square when you have to do a PpSs x PpSs?&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:19:36 PM): i think so..it will b a 4 by 4 table&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:19:51 PM): how do i draw it? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(loaded Doodle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:20:06 PM): pic a color&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:20:09 PM): and have fun&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:21:01 PM): lol..i m messin it up&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:21:08 PM): lol...&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:21:08 PM): lemme try again&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:21:15 PM): would u like me to draw a box for you?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:21:20 PM): that's a 2 by 2&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:21:22 PM): i did it like 2 yesrs back&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:21:28 PM): forgot..lemme try newayz&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:22:56 PM): i dodnt think u need to do it again rite?&gt; coz its the same allele&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:23:20 PM): I don't know...I'm checking it on the internet&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:23:23 PM): here's what I get&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:27:21 PM): and then do the combining&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:27:29 PM): from what I"m finding on ze internet&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:27:52 PM): yes u r right..i was doing ti now on a paper..and thats what i got too&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:28:04 PM): good&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:28:07 PM): yay!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:28:15 PM): I wasn't sure that's why I thot I'ld ask&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:28:16 PM): :P&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:29:02 PM): hahaA&lt;br /&gt;mitha (10/26/2005 6:29:05 PM): not funy&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:30:54 PM): don't forget all the colors&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:30:55 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:30:59 PM): stupid modern art&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:31:13 PM): it represents a gurl contempalting the universe..&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:31:20 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:31:43 PM): where'd u get this thing frm?'&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:31:45 PM): i love it&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:32:14 PM): its on the IMViornments&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:32:18 PM): click on that button&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:32:42 PM): go to all IMViornments, interactive fun, doodle&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:32:45 PM): yeps...&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:33:06 PM): got it&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:33:12 PM): cool&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:33:22 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:35:49 PM): kor? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(she wrote 'kor' on the doodle thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:37:08 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:38:17 PM): aaye!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(mallu word for ewwww! she kinda made it look like she was lesbo...or I made it look like she was...lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:38:20 PM): moosham! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(bad girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:38:45 PM): jnaanu aangane alla to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I'm not like that, OK?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:40:58 PM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:45:00 PM): so what's up anyways?&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:45:53 PM): had a boring day at school..i m transferring to ASU next year,,so its paper work and registration time&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:45:55 PM): so been busy&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:47:24 PM): cool cool&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:47:32 PM): i still gotta year&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:48:22 PM): yeah..ru comin to asu too&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:49:10 PM): don't know...depends on how well i do on PSATs&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:50:10 PM): u ll b fine&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 6:50:51 PM): did u see my masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 6:50:57 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:00:45 PM): Adam: The only man in the world who couldn't say," Pardon me, haven't I seen you before?"&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:01:01 PM): haha...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I changed the IMViornment to the new HP movie one...if you didn't know, I'm in luv with HP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:01:19 PM): OMG...HP this year is gonna rock!&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:01:51 PM): i know!!!! i jus wamt it to b released!!..its jus gonna b awesome&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:01:59 PM): thats my favorite book too&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:16 PM): I know...and u kno what else? its being released 6 days after my bday&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:18 PM): yay!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:24 PM): makes me so happy&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:25 PM): muhaha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:27 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:28 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:02:36 PM): wow! thats ur bday gift frm hp l.lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:38 PM): I laugh&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:45 PM): yeah, I'm gonna marry Harry&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:02:49 PM): (not D.R.)&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:03:01 PM): watch me go to every movie premier of his&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:03:05 PM): have his children&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:03:11 PM): lots of cool things like that&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:03:17 PM): yeah yeah..send them to hogwarst&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:03:22 PM): exactly&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:03:32 PM): meet hermione and my hubby's friends&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:03:48 PM): lol..i guess ron and hermione will b married by then..&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:03:54 PM): yea&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:03:57 PM): prolly&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:04:01 PM): rotfl&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:04:11 PM): we'll go to balls together (assuming HP lives)&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:04:28 PM): maybe I'll just marry him today and wear a ring everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:04:34 PM): say I got it from HP&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:04:35 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:04:36 PM): :P&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:06:35 PM): hey...here's a bio question...help me with this: You are given a plant that is tall, you want to know if its genotype is homozygous or heterozygous. Half of the plants F1 generation is short&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:06:45 PM): doesn't that mean that its heterozygous&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:07:00 PM): but it says, how will you fing this info&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:07:46 PM): *find&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:08:10 PM): wierd&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:08:11 PM): got dc&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:08:13 PM): suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:08:29 PM): always happens&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:09:43 PM): yeah..newayz..that disconnection was a friendly reminder tht i gotta get my books out&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:10:03 PM): why?&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:10:04 PM): so yeah..i guess..i will catch u later&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:10:15 PM): alright...I am so gosh darned dense&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:10:18 PM): well..i gotta study right?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:10:24 PM): will see ya later then&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:10:32 PM): i told u, I'm dense&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:10:34 PM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:10:46 PM): okie ...chew on that punnet square..its good for dense ppl&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:10:47 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:10:51 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:10:55 PM):&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:11:09 PM): alright..YAY FOR HP!&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:11:09 PM): BYE&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:11:16 PM): yay for HP of course&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:11:20 PM): my hubby as of tonite&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:11:23 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:11:38 PM): haha.ur hubby as of tonight..my hubby forever&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:11:44 PM): u wish&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:11:46 PM): wanna be&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:12:17 PM): k..newayz,,i gotta get goin..laters&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:12:24 PM): hold on&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:12:26 PM): don't go yet&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:12:35 PM): w8 for my status message to come up&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:14:32 PM): Marriage: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and woman gains her master.&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:14:41 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:14:42 PM): Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:14:52 PM): read the status message&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:14:53 PM): hehe..i got the, jus now from my frend&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:15:04 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:15:10 PM): well, read the status message&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:15:53 PM): haha..well anybosy can make a status message&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:16:02 PM): well, I am getting married to him&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:16:05 PM): but u will see who will get him in the end&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:16:12 PM): I'll show u the ring next time I see u&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:17:01 PM): yea yeah..show me the ring that voldemort had,,..i will belive u..lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:17:05 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:17:16 PM): no it'll be the one HP made for me&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:17:53 PM): tho, he doesn't kno my ring size...that's ok&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:17:54 PM): here's another one...Tears: The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine waterpower&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:18:04 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:18:05 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:18:24 PM): I'm a married woman now! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(a 16 yr-old married woman, yet a married woman nevertheless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:18:26 PM): yes!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:19:02 PM): alrite, u better get going&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:19:08 PM): else ur gonna blame everything on me&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:19:48 PM): yea.."Mrs potter for one day" bye frm "Mrs potter for everyday"&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:19:53 PM): u wish&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:20:45 PM): okay okay..i m only for a fight for a realistic thing..i mean cmon..this guy doesnt even exist&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:20:46 PM): so nervous....&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:20:52 PM): yes he does&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:21:13 PM): the only prob is that my hubby can't make it anywhere...will always be at shooting while I study&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:21:19 PM): poor guy...gone miss him&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:21:21 PM): oh well&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:21:29 PM): atleast he's here tonite&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:22:05 PM): yea yeah..enjoy the nite with ur hubby..i give him to u for a day..i shud do that atleast for my friend&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:22:13 PM): for the wedding...u wish! he's my hubby&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:22:17 PM): and I'm getting married to him&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:22:20 PM): not u&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:22:27 PM): I'm Mrs. Potter forever&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:22:28 PM): muhaha&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:24:15 PM): yea yeah..get goin goin..WE WILL SEE PLAYAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:24:42 PM): shut up and go away from our lives&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:24:43 PM): jeez&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:24:52 PM): our = Mine and Harry'sAmitha (10/26/2005 7:24:54 PM): muhahaha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:24:59 PM): *ouch, that gotta hurt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(at this point, we were ready to kill each other and started to use big sized fonts)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:25:01 PM): I CANT COZ HE NEEDS ME..HE IS MY SOLACE FRM U&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:25:11 PM): U WISH U BIATCH&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:25:23 PM): YOU CAN'T EVER TAKE MY HARRY AWAY FROM ME&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:25:32 PM): HE'S MINE&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:25:36 PM): MINE MINE MINE&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:25:38 PM): AND U KNOW IT&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:25:49 PM): DON'T PUT URSELF INTO DENIAL 'CUZ HE LUVS ME AND NOT U&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:26:08 PM): I MARRY HARRY..I MARRY HARRY...I MARRY HARRY..I ARE SORRY&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:26:16 PM): I AM SORRY..BUT I MARRY HARRY&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:26:19 PM): SEE ITS A NICE SONG&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:26:25 PM): I MARRY HARRY&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:26:26 PM): U DON'T&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:26:32 PM): STOP GOING THRU DENIAL&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:26:37 PM): I'M GETTING MARRIED TO HIM&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:26:43 PM): AT 11 TONITE&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:26:46 PM): MUHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:26:48 PM): MUHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:26:49 PM): MUHAHA&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:27:05 PM): Divorce: Future tense of marriage bhavya (10/26/2005 7:27:13 PM): &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(ROTFL emocticon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:27:33 PM): YOU REALLY THINK THAT HE'S GONNA DIVORCE ME? THEN U GOTTA BE DEPRESSED OR SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:27:44 PM): HE LUVS ME MORE THAN HE'LL EVER LUV U&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:27:53 PM): MUHAHA&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:28:24 PM): JEEEEZ!! TAKE A CHILL PILL!!! ALRIGHT..I WILL TALK TO HIM ABOUT U&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:28:32 PM): LETS SEE..IS HE IS WILLING&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:28:32 PM): WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:28:38 PM): IF*&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:28:43 PM): U LITTLE *BEEP*&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:28:49 PM): I'M GETTING MARRIED TONITE&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:28:52 PM): AND HE'S WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:28:54 PM): HAHAH..PODI KORANGEY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(means monkey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:28:55 PM): AND NOT WITH U&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:28:57 PM): I M OUTTA HERE&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:28:57 PM): GET OVER IT&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:28:59 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:29:42 PM): OKAY OKAY..CHILL..U WANNA TAKE THIS OUTSIDE?&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:29:55 PM): OH YEA&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:29:57 PM): I M SCARY ,,U KNOW THAT RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:30:00 PM): I'M GONNA BEAT UR ARSE&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:30:42 PM): LETS SEE WHO KICKS WHOSE "A##%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:33:58 PM): THIS IS HARRY WHEN HE SEES ME: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I put 2 loads of flirty audibles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:34:00 PM): HAHA..THIS IS GETTING RIDICULOUS&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:35:05 PM): MUHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:35:14 PM): anyways, u should get back to studying&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:36:09 PM): god, we are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:36:12 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:36:22 PM): hahaAmitha (10/26/2005 7:36:35 PM): crazy dudes are us&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:36:38 PM): crazy about HP&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:36:45 PM): anyways, i gotta get to my wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:36:49 PM): bye!&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:36:57 PM): &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(she put a really funny audible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:37:06 PM): ummm...ok&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:37:25 PM): i love u..u r as crazy as me!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:37:42 PM): haha...yes, we are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:37:47 PM): lets share harry for the moment!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:37:57 PM): alright...but he's mine for this week&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:01 PM): true&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:07 PM): *truce?&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:38:19 PM): okay okay,,go for it gurl! i can always ne the next in line&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:23 PM): we are gonna be sister-wives&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:33 PM): haha...he got married to u first, gonna get married to me&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:38:37 PM): haha..like the medieval times..polygamy&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:43 PM): and we're gonna move to a place where polygamy is legal&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:45 PM): muhaha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:50 PM): chechi&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:51 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:38:55 PM): ROTFLMAO&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:39:11 PM): we wish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:39:25 PM): i really am dying over here&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:39:31 PM): newayz..i better go..muaaaah&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:39:33 PM): bye&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:39:33 PM): my stomach hurts so bad from laughing&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:39:34 PM): bye!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:39:43 PM): my mom thinks I've gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:39:51 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:40:00 PM): haha..yeah..thats what most ppl think after spending time with me lol&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:40:05 PM): &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(she put the emocticon with the sunglasses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:40:30 PM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:40:33 PM): well, I had fun&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:40:44 PM): and HP is ours!&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:40:58 PM): OFCOURSE...LETS SHOW IT TO THE WORLD BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:41:00 PM): he's arjun&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:41:03 PM): haha...yes&lt;br /&gt;bhavya (10/26/2005 7:41:21 PM): AWRITE..AMI..TAKE CARE..I HAD FUN&lt;br /&gt;Amitha (10/26/2005 7:41:33 PM): bye! Luv ya too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, it really did go from nothing to bio to HP.  But it was still interesting.  My "chechi," hubby and I will be moving as soon as our hubby is done with his movies.  But not a word to the government...any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how many times I kept telling her to go and do her hw...but we still continued our good old convo.  yes...and I was in luv with the word muhahah when I was chatting, apparently.  SO yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROTFLMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-113038275524956109?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/113038275524956109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=113038275524956109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113038275524956109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113038275524956109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-started-with-bio-and-ended-with.html' title='What started with bio and ended with....'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-113030994481536249</id><published>2005-10-25T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I had an interesting weekend.  Friday was one of the most boring days of my life.  I had vowed myself that when I got home Friday, I wouldn't go on the internet and log on to any of my messengers or chat with anyone on Friday.  I was able to keep that and I was off the whole comp Friday.  I gave myself a pat on the back...found out I could actually keep my computer addiction at bay.  Now I have to try it for a whole weekend...and then see how long I can do it without any problems.  Yes...interesting.  Anyways, Saturday was do all ur homework and study for the 3 tests you have.  Pretty interesting.  Finished study guide for history, reviewed flashcards for Bio, bombed phyz test...altho I did well on it, considering I didn't study. well, whatever.  Then I went to a little kids 1st birthday...he was sooooooooooooooo cute!!!!  I didn't spend much time playing with him tho.  I was playing a lot longer with Raghu Uncle's son, Shivam (hey, just realized that my nephew's name is the same!!!).  cute kid...used to hold him so much when he was little.  uncle told me that he pulls hair once he sees it...didn't pull my hair...then we (Rinku, me, and Raghu uncle) concluded that he was hungry...needed the strength...he still didn't pull my hair...very interesting kid...luved me for long time.  Met lots of other aunties and uncles that i knew...romit uncle was there...with rishi (who apparently idolizes my lil bro) and annika...both cute kids.  rishi was dressed like mr. incredible...acted like i was punching him in his stomach...he just kept laughing when i kept saying 'ouch'...very cute kid.  yes..very interesting.  more interesting was the fact that i was able to get up on Sat by myself at 9:30...normally sleep till 11...very interesting...and it wasn't even loud at home; the 'rentz and bro had gone for bro's soccer game...yes...i feel very very proud of myself.  Sunday was crappy day at the beginning...if seen my MSN messenger thing, you would wonder why i wrote that...yes.  but day got better.  told thuls pretty much my problem...she comforted me (thank ya!) and more...tru asked and i was just like i don't wanna talk about it.  went to dance class.  practiced new dance, but apparently none of us could remember most of new part to dance...thnkfully no asha aunty.  had to practice thillana (not mine)...very tiring...then had to teach some other girls the holi dance.  don't like that dance all that much...but it is a change...hoping we don't have to do it &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.  came home, took shower, got dressed. some1 came over to house...little girl very cute..aunty and uncle all very nice.  interesting time...tho i was mostly in my room studying.  very very interesting. looked at my plant yesterday.  found out my mesquite was dying.  don't know why.  have to put miraclegro on it...hopefully it will be all better.  does any1 know how to take care of mesquite? do you have to have holes in the pot, 'cuz I wasn't sure if we were or not...if we were, then i can make holes in no time (i used soda bottle bottoms as plants...very much of recycling).  yes...don't know why i keep writing in broken sentences...very interesting...tiredness can do lots...SHS meeting 2morrow, AIMS critical reading tomorrow...spanish quiz 2morrow...not fun.  oh well...can't always enjoy life, even if wanting to.  cruel cruel life...took away my plants from me.  should prolly spick new and maybe grow some more plants outside...but later...after winter...no frost to worry about...very cool (ha! u thought i was gonna say interesting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enuff of my broken sentences.  sleepy time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-113030994481536249?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/113030994481536249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=113030994481536249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113030994481536249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/113030994481536249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-i-had-interesting-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112917010881487371</id><published>2005-10-12T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wohoo!!! Done with the PSAT</title><content type='html'>YES!!! IT'S ALL OVER...oh yeah, oh yeah!!! wohoo!!!!!!!! (if you couldn't tell, I'm extremely crazy right now).  Oh, and we don't have homework at all today.  of course, I'll have to do my essay tomorrow, and then Friday and Saturday, since I won't get home until late Sunday (wohoo, dance class!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm completely thrilled that next year, I can stay home late when the juniors and sophmores have to do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so that's all I really even had to say...which means I have a short, but sweet, entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112917010881487371?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112917010881487371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112917010881487371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112917010881487371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112917010881487371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/10/wohoo-done-with-psat.html' title='Wohoo!!! Done with the PSAT'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112899154794238136</id><published>2005-10-10T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;First things first. I'm feeling unloved...I don't get many comments...kinda feels like I'm posting for nothing. Although, I don't know why that's bothering me. Maybe 'cuz I read Sanaja Chechi's blog...lol, J/K...luv ya lots!!!! But I would appreciate if u people commented, just 'cuz I want you to. No pressure though (unless your Trupti...j/k). Ok I know I make the lamest jokes, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was awesomeness!!!! I had sooooooooooo much fun. Friday was hell for me..atleast the day part. School was crap since I found out that my Eng teacher wasn't gonna move back a test on Transcendentalism (argh you Thoreau and Emerson) to Tuesday (why do I keep thinking today is Tuesday???) ARGHS!!!! It was a horrible test though. I mean, yeah, most of it was easy since I looked it up online (wohooo!!) but I still don't get Emerson or Thoreau (by the way, does anyone know which college Thoreau went to? I'm feeling kinda lazy to look it up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to garba with Thulasi. It was so much fun. Here's a pic that we took: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/e563.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/320/e563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sooooooo cute???? I'm in love with that picture. But yes, back to my Friday story. It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much fun. Both of us were so tired after the garba. And during the "prasad-eating", we called Gathi and confused her to the biggest extent possible. We had lots of adreneline running through our body after garba. We completely became crazy. It was really awesome. But I think we left Gathi all too confused for her to handle. If you want the whole story (which I don't remember all of, but most of it), ask me. Here's a pic of us faking tiredness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/f204.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/320/f204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/f1ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/320/f1ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of me talking to Gathi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/fb68.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/320/fb68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hahaha..well, yes, I had a lot of fun with that. Then Saturday was not Saturday for me. It was Study-Your-Butt-Off-For-The-PSAT-Day. So that's pretty much what I did, after doing most of my homework and not studying for my english test. And after that, I went to garba, again, with Maya, Lakshmi, Sujeya Aunty, Meera Aunty, Indu Aunty, and Geetha Aunty. It was extremely fun. I had lots and lots of fun. Also, I met Sonia, my good ol' friend. It was so much fun. (Hmmmm...can't say 'fun' any more in this entry can I?) But then we had to go after the dandiya 'cuz my the other ladies wanted to leave since the men were probably gonna be done with their card game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sunday was the day of dance class. Of course, I couldn't remember all of the new dance that we learned but I still remembered more than most and then we learned the new parts to the dance. Oh, and before dance class, Asha Aunty made me help the little kids who couldn't do the finger postures. They had such small fingers and they were so stiff...it was so wierd. But they were still cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yep, that was my weekend and this day has already seemed longer than it should officially be, so I am leaving now. Buh Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;~~ Me ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112899154794238136?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112899154794238136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112899154794238136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112899154794238136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112899154794238136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112831417458951458</id><published>2005-10-02T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!!! I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY...ALL MY WEEK OF HARD WORK FINALLY PAID OFF...My seed actually grew!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes...and it has about 2 leaves on it already!!!! I feel like a mom who's so happy to watch her child take his/her first step and walk. This is no joke...I actually am extremely happy today. Well, maybe not since I now have to go and study for a physics test I didn't know I had. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was funfilled. Went to dance class...extremely fun. Learning a new dance which I've already forgotten since I didn't take my taperecorded to class...but that's ok. Surprisingly, we had a small class today. It was wierd, but that's ok. And I messed up on the thillana...but that's ok too. Atleast I didn't really have to know that for my arangetram. Some reason, i was tired today in class...prolly 'cuz i didn't go to dance class for a month so I've lost the whole dance stamina....interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit week in school. Monday: pyjamas, Tuesday: class color (frosh - green; sophs - red; juns - blue (yay); sen - yellow); Wednesday: I don't remember; Thursday: Nationality (yay!!!); Friday: purple day. Gonna dress up for all of them for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...just realized something interesting. I'm extremely curious...which leads me to some bad stuff....yes...like, once, I wanted to know what a button did on my dad's camera, but instead of asking him, I just clicked it...yeps, pretty much a whole roll and then got in trouble with my dad. But being curious is also interesting...learn lots of stuff that you didn't know b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and now I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Me ~~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112831417458951458?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112831417458951458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112831417458951458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112831417458951458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112831417458951458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay-im-so-happy.html' title='yay!!! 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(not in any particular order)&lt;br /&gt;– Talk to people I've never met...although, I am getting better at it...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;– Stop being a chatterbox...once I start, I just can't stop (lol)&lt;br /&gt;– Stop wishing for more clothes&lt;br /&gt;– Stop wishing for more jewelry&lt;br /&gt;– Read a book that has to do with school and be able analyze/interpret it&lt;br /&gt;– Study for anything without any music/movie on (don't ask me why...I just say that my brain is more stimulated when I listen to things I like, while still doing school stuff (things I don't like)&lt;br /&gt;– Elope with a lover (like any guy will luv me.... *sigh* except the dude who is stuck marrying this fat girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex!! (POTENTIAL SUITORS - BEWARE!!!! just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;– Eyes...I think that's the most important part of a person...you can tell a lot about the person through his eyes...especially if he's lying or not.&lt;br /&gt;– Smile...I think that's the next thing that makes me fall for him&lt;br /&gt;– Body...I prefer normal/tinnie bit of muscle dudes..but if not, don't worry...I'll always like you as a friend&lt;br /&gt;– Honesty...if the guy's not honest, talk to the hand&lt;br /&gt;– Personality...he's gotta be a nice guy and respectful&lt;br /&gt;– Talent...not something I consider mandatory&lt;br /&gt;– How they can go with my parents...EXTREMELY IMPORTANT TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you say most!!&lt;br /&gt;– LOL....&lt;br /&gt;– Okie dokie...so much like a little kid&lt;br /&gt;– No....Don't ask&lt;br /&gt;– Jeez!!!!&lt;br /&gt;– whazzup?&lt;br /&gt;– Blah&lt;br /&gt;– Bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celebrity crushes!!&lt;br /&gt;– Shah Riukh Khan...even if he is old and married, I can always dream of being his concubine...j/k&lt;br /&gt;– Hritik Roshan...do I need an explanation?&lt;br /&gt;– MohanLal...lol, so old now though.&lt;br /&gt;– Chad Micheal Murray&lt;br /&gt;– Orlando Bloom...do I need to expand?&lt;br /&gt;– Johnny Depp...same as Orlando&lt;br /&gt;– DiCaprio....don't ask&lt;br /&gt;– Tom Cruise...don't ask...again...lol, haha! (if you didn't get it, its an inside joke with a lot of my OLD OLD friends)&lt;br /&gt;– Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Dream Guys ( I had to limit myself here)&lt;br /&gt;– Shah Rukh Khan&lt;br /&gt;– Hritik Roshan&lt;br /&gt;– Dileep&lt;br /&gt;– Mohan Lal&lt;br /&gt;– Elijah&lt;br /&gt;– Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;–Daniel Radcliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven + 1 people you want to take this quiz!!&lt;br /&gt;Gathi, Muns, Sean, Jake (although I'm kinda scared to see his answers), Viveki, Jordan, and Sylvia (that will be interesting)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112796291697454831?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112796291697454831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112796291697454831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112796291697454831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112796291697454831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/09/trupti-wanted-me-to-do-it-so-i-guess-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112624290303036277</id><published>2005-09-08T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stabbed in the Heart</title><content type='html'>Here's a quick story. So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cried the most this year than I've ever cried in my whole life.  I feel pretty much betrayed by the people I thought were my friends.  You wanna know what happened? Let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FLASHBACK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Dallas in the year 1997.  My parents were settled in Bombay when we were in India, then we moved to France for my mom's transfer.  Here's a bit more about me.  I'm a Maharashtrian and I was pretty proud of that.  My parents used to tell me when I was little I used to be the bully of the little kids...but I was sweet and only bit people when they were mean to me.  I wanna be that way again sometimes.  Anyways, when I first came here to Dallas, we knew no one except a distant relative (don't ask how I'm related to her).  She introduced us to many people that we know today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also befriended some Hindi bachelors who were living in the same apartment complex as us.  We would always be called to some party that they had and I had grown pretty fond of them.  Obviously, my little brother and I would be bored sometimes as we had no one to play with.  Yet, they always tried to make sure we weren't bored.  I miss Ashish Uncle already, who has left to India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we started to go around and we found out that the association had 2 yearly recitals, one of them on a special day and one on christmas.  That's where I became friends with the first Indian friend that was a girl.  Her name was Amy.  She was really nice and we would hang out together whenever we saw each other.  But she wasn't always at all the parties people holded so we never really saw each other that much.  And I was left again, being the only girl at that time.  All the boys used to tease me.  They would pull my hair and stupid boy things like that becuz my relative's sons were older to me.  Of course, Hari and Raghu were younger to me, but that didn't really matter much since they could always cower behind Arun and Varun.  I told my mom and they stopped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years later, a new friend came into town.  Her name was Pooja.  She was actually pretty shy.  My mom had invited her family to my house.  From there on, we became great friends 'cuz I would see her more often than Amy...and I had someone to hang out with.  Soon, Amy, Pooja and I started doing dances together for the both programs.  We had a great time, and even more fun when Preiti came.  It became an extremely special part in my life, with its own little spot in my heart...something that most likely no one ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BACK TO REALITY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I cried really hard at the beginning, after one of my relatives died.  I was devestated and didn't want to believe it.  Yet, I thought that it couldn't get any worse than that.  But when I went to India over the summer, I cried even more.  I came back from India and when my dad and bro weren't around I cried even more.  And now today.  I kinda start to wonder, is this whole year supposed to be a let's-cry-a-lot year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we were gonna have the practice for the dance for 1 of the programs.  Yesterday, they had actually cancelled the program and Preiti and I were discussing that.  Although I didn't tell her, I felt that part of my heart had been pricked with a needle.  Although I thought it was a stupid reason to do what they did, it wasn't extremely bad.  They cancelled it 'cuz a kid was in the hospital.  But they changed their plan and decided to do it anyways.  Preiti and I were so happy.  All of a sudden, Preiti tells me that Amy's not gonna do it.  I immediately asked why.  Preiti told me it was because Amy didn't think it right that she do it when a kid is in the hospital.  Although I didn't say anything to Amy, I seriously got pissed.  But Preiti and I decided we would work around it and maybe take away Amy's part in the dance.  That's when Preiti tells me that Pooja's not going to do it because Amy's not.  Then I became extremely pissed.  What else would you expect?  Fine, I get Amy's point but I don' t know why she's not doing it.  So, Preiti tells me that she's decided that she won't do any dance with us now.  Then I get extremely pissed.  Soon I started crying.  I felt that a knife had literally stabbed my heart and taken off that little piece that I had treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There's no point of just Diya and me doing it since it won't look good.' I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately started jumping down Preiti's throat but she wouldn't budge.  After that, I decided to permanently take that piece of my heart and clean out the memories.  I decided that, from then on, the little part would be for something worth staying in my heart, something that I'm sure will stay there forever and not try to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, leave comments about my short story.  Hopefully, you liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112624290303036277?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112624290303036277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112624290303036277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112624290303036277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112624290303036277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/09/stabbed-in-heart.html' title='Stabbed in the Heart'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112464461275055451</id><published>2005-08-20T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:09.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wow, can you believe it???? It is possible for today be over????? I still can't believe it. Hey, whatever though. I'm happy and sad at the same moment: I really didn't think it was over, since I don't want it to be over, yet at the same time, I am happy its over. I kinda had fun during the reception...just wished more pple would have danced. As soon as I get my pics...I'll add them onto my yahoo! photos. link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.yahoo.com/littleangel50us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://photos.yahoo.com/littleangel50us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yep, so that's all I have time to write...bye!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112464461275055451?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112464461275055451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112464461275055451&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112464461275055451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112464461275055451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/08/wow-can-you-believe-it-it-is-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112416878992749012</id><published>2005-08-15T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:08.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first day of school was great...atleast, most of the whole thing. Here's my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;1. History of the Americas with Davis&lt;br /&gt;2. Spanish with LaMell&lt;br /&gt;3. Biology with Clark&lt;br /&gt;4. Physics with Simpson&lt;br /&gt;5. Lunch (they shortened it by 10 mins so that we can get out 10 mins early...what a bummer!!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. English with Sedor&lt;br /&gt;7. Math with Milburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that I like Solano better tho. Atleast she doesn't collect the hw &lt;u&gt;most&lt;/u&gt; of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Davis was pretty...interesting. She started talking about how the year has changed since last year. I can't wait till we decorate our notebooks. I have some pics and quotes that I like. And I put 'Brown People rule!!!' (actually I wanted to put 'Brown People wiggle' (for those who understand) but it was too big). LaMell was normal, Clark was scary, Simpson was wierd (which is normal for him), Sedor was boring, and Milburn was making me drowsy. That was my first day. Actually, the only thing that was actually fun was Simpson's class. It was great. We had to make the happy drinking bird drink water. Our (jordan's and mine's) was blind and retarted. It kept hitting the beaker and it wouldn't drink the water and then tip back up. So we made it deformed and it still didn't work. So, we decided to play around with it. Finally, it worked and it started drinking. And guess what the best part is? We named him Bob the Blind Bird. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I also had my first dance rehearsal with the musicians today. It was kinda fun, except that I kept messing up since Neela Aunty most of the time went slow on the songs that she sang today (Shankara Shrigiri and my invocation). surprisingly, she sang my pushpanjali pretty fast...which was just a tad bit messed up for me. But still...what else? I still had fun. I &lt;em&gt;luv&lt;/em&gt; listening to Ravi Uncle (the older one) and Arun Uncle play their mridangam and precussion instruments. Its so nice to hear...and they have great fun with it. Most likely I will have one thats long becuz changing out of my mohiniattam costume to my bharata natya costume and redoing my hair will take a while. But still...I just hope to hear it. :D  Yeps, so that's it for me today.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112416878992749012?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112416878992749012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112416878992749012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112416878992749012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112416878992749012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112400186414641538</id><published>2005-08-13T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:08.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, now I'm pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm sick of everything...damn it!!!! I'm like seriously so pissed now.  But before I get to that part, to the good stuff first.  Dad finally ordered my camera yesterday, so I should get it soon.  Manoj beat a 1700 chess player.  Those are the only good parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The Bad thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My mom...who else would be the bad thing now? She's pissed at me for no reason.  The reason that she says she's mad at me: munnu showed meera aunty the video of dola re dola and I didn't show it.  My reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I don't even have the videos to show her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;not like I told munnu to show meera aunty and not her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I completely forgot about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Now, why the crap would I not show her if I freaking had it?  Am I insane or something to hide it from her...or maybe that's what she thinks.  Well, if it is, I don't care anymore.  I'm treated like crap when I'm with her nowadays and if she thinks she can keep doing it, then forget it...I will talk back to her.  I'm seriously not a happy person today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112400186414641538?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112400186414641538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112400186414641538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112400186414641538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112400186414641538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok-now-im-pissed.html' title='Ok, now I&apos;m pissed'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112323572429304839</id><published>2005-08-05T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:08.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, this is a close up 'cuz I need a pic on my profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/Me13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/320/Me13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112323572429304839?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112323505846013990</id><published>2005-08-05T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:08.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pic I found...and I happen to like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/MyPicture%20147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/320/MyPicture%20147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112323505846013990?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112323505846013990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112323505846013990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112323505846013990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112323505846013990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/08/pic-i-foundand-i-happen-to-like.html' title='A pic I found...and I happen to like'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112323283996650728</id><published>2005-08-05T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:08.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can say for today is....</title><content type='html'>Blah...well, anyways, I don't really have much to say but I'll explain all that happened today (and the miracle of me being able to write everyday.) :)  Well, every night, I'm playing Neopets and spinning the wheel of monotony.  THis obviously takes a bit (as you could prolly tell by the name), so I decide to write every time I play.  I obviously won't be able to do this when school starts, but I can always try.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...let's see.  Today was kinda boring...except the fact that we finally got DISH and now I can watch Surya and Kairali and TNT, and more.  Yeps! I'm sooooooooooooooooooooo happy now!!!!!  I also "had" dance class...or so my mom thought.  We went there and found out that we didn't...instead, it was Nisha's class.  So Mom, manu, dad and I went to JoAnn and Nordstorm.  Nordstorm is expenisive...so I didn't buy anything there.  There was a lotta cool stuff there tho that I would really like.  It would be awesome to buy stuff from there, but I'm not rich.  It's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...that was really my day...and I still don't understand why my mom has an extremely bad temper only at us (my bro and I).  Its not fair 'cuz if she's mad at dad, then she takes it out on us.  Well, I guess that's the way my mom is.  Today, we were watching a mallu movie and in it, the heroine was a doctor, and mom was randomly like, 'I want to see you wearing that coat one day."  That kinda freaked me out 'cuz I wasn't expecting it but I see that it wasn't all that random...only at that moment it felt random to me.  And she kept saying it all thru the movie.  She has really high hopes for me and I seriously don't want to break them.  That would make her sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so I'm done now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112323283996650728?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112323283996650728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112323283996650728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112323283996650728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112323283996650728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-i-can-say-for-today-is.html' title='All I can say for today is....'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112314056185278065</id><published>2005-08-04T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:08.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Mommy Nature Pissed???? (AND MORE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is something that I thought up...I may not be right, but who cares????? Anyways, the title says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I personally think that mommy nature is pissed at us. Why? Well, first let's take in the facts. Tsunami in December, worst rain for the past century in Mumbai, and unusually large amount of rainfall during the summer in Phoenix...especially with storms. Something else I noticed, altho this only really pertains to my neighborhood, was that the electricity had a tendency to go off often during the storms...reminds me of india. LOL. So random. Anyways, these are a few of the reasons that I think mommy nature is pissed. But, hey, maybe I'm wrong and instead she's just celebrating that I'm having my arangetram this year, and I lov water (hmmm, may be a reason, since everything bad is happening with water). J/K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, that was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo random. But that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, on to the week schedule. Apparently, I misunderstood with Maya AUnty's son's 28th day thing. It's this saturday, and after that, I'm stuck going to an arangetram with my mom, Geetha Aunty, and Meera Aunty. Wow, I'm gonna be bored in the car, and at CCA...unless I see someone there that I kno, which I should. Yeah, hopefully Prash will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I had dance class yesterday and I showed Asha Aunty all my dresses for the arangetram. She liked them &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;, which made Mom and I happy. And then I showed her my invocation, pushpanjali, alarippu, Shiva Padam, and Thillana. I think she was very happy with that, 'cuz my mom was after class. She said that I did a great job this week! I was happy. So, while I was at dance class, Asha Aunty did something that made my mom very happy. She told me that when I bend down (its really hard to explain...and I would show, but I don't have my digi camera yet), I need to spread my legs. Yeah, mom was extremely happy when Asha Aunty said that. She also listened to my mangalam, and she said it was nice. I think I have a class with her today, but I'm not that sure yet. Hopefully not, 'cuz then I have to do Jathiswaram, varnam, and shakti in front of her! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Neela Aunty, Ravi Uncle 1, Ravi Uncle 2, and Arun Uncle are awesome. I think they like me, but that might be becuz they've known me for appx. a yr now. I met them last yr, when my mom decided to have my arangetram. Yeps. They were actually expecting to go out after Nisha's class (her's was b4 mine) and when we came, they were sad. They wanted to go for shopping at JCPennys. So, my mom said that dad would drop them off. When they came back, and we left from Asha Aunty's house, it started to rain, and rain like crap. So, we kinda ran into the car and when we were all kinda sorta dry in the car, my lil bro told my dad, 'Don't tell them about the secret mission.' Since then, I was wondering what that "secret mission" was. And I did find out. My sweet lil bro told me that they went and had ice cream. Without telling us or getting one for mom and/or me. Yea. I was pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I told mom that in front of dad and he was seriously embarrassed. I don't think he was intending to tell mom and me at all. ANd that created a huge gap in the talking. Mom and Dad didn't really even talk to each other then, only for important things. That makes me wish that I hadn't said a word about it. I kinda a feel bad now...it is my fault they are mad at each other. And I bet you anything, when dad wakes us up tomorrow, he's gonna kill my lil bro more severly than me. If he does tho, I will tell mom. He has no right to do that. Its his own selfishness that made him not get some for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, before I go on and on, I'm done with today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112314056185278065?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112314056185278065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112314056185278065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112314056185278065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112314056185278065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-mommy-nature-pissed-and-more.html' title='Is Mommy Nature Pissed???? (AND MORE)'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112287968249082355</id><published>2005-07-31T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:08.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack..I don't have any good names for titles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Alright...I have tons (and I mean tons) to say...but let's start from this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Friday was actually better than I thought it would be. Of course, mom stayed home bcuz she wants to finish off a lot of the things for the arangetram on Fridays, so she works 10 hours a day (or so she says... :) ). Anyways, as always, I had to practice dance in front of her, and for some reason, I did a lot better than I thought I would...it being a Friday and all. Even my thillana was a lot better than I expected. So, all in all, my mom was happy, therefore, I was too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Saturday was really hectic. Turns out that I didn't have to go to Maya Aunty's house anyways, so I was happy. But I had to go to Nagesh Uncle's house for something that I can't say until after the arangetram. So, Manoj and I went there and we had a complete blast. Somehow, I managed to mess up Nagesh Uncle's computer program. Trust me, I don't even know how as of yet. I was editing some stuff, and all of a sudden the comp screen just does something wierd and when it comes back to normal, BAM!!! I can't see the some of the computer program. So, I called Nagesh Uncle and he went up to see what he could do. Turns out that all he had to do was save the thing, then restart his computer...it worked then. Now, I'm kinda his assistant in the sense that he sent me stuff to do and send to him over the week...as soon as I finish. Hope i get paid...j/k. Nagesh Uncle was the videographer for Prashanti's arangetram, so he had to go there 2.5 hours early. Obviously, we went with him as my parents were already there and were probably waiting for us. So, on the way to CCA, Nagesh uncle tells me that I can put down the visor, and I was like, yea, whatever. So, when I was about to pull it down I realized that there was no visor. Apparently, his cuzin had pulled it off by accident...lol. Then, we realized that the packet of cassettes that he had bought hadn't been open, so we opened it...with a pen. the dumb thing blasted all over my shirt becuz the ball of it popped off...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We finally reached CCA and i met my mom at the lobby...personally, I thought the lobby was too crowded becuz they had tons of stuff there. But hey, it still looked good. I went backstage to find Prashanti while my parents brought me her present and saw her with Urvi aunty and THuls. Almost all her makeup was on and, personally, I thought she looked like a ghost...that's how much foundation she had on. SCARY!!! Well, of course, Thuls, Prash, and I chatted while she dressed up(here's a pic) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/Prash%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/320/Prash%2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and then we watched her (now she's all dressed up :)  )&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/Prash%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/320/Prash%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I felt so bad tho, becuz during the whole performace we were criticizing her. Like, she needed to keep her elbows up and when leaning toward the side, she would also lean forward. Also, she needed to open her alapadma (a hand gesture). Yeah, I did it again. Whatever. Anyways, she still did good. At the end of may (when I last saw her) she would forget the dances that she was supposed to be doing for her aragetram that we learned in the group class, which was a bad idea. Anyways, she didn't do very badly. One thing that was there was that they took off 3 stanzas of 'Shankara Sree Giri', which is one of my dances...wier&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;d!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Then we went to India Gate...and I decided to be a pig (not surprising, huh?) and ate 2 nan &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; some seasoned fried rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just plain old boring. All I did was dance...altho I got up&lt;/span&gt; at only 11:00. Awesome stuff. Yeah, then we went shopping. I got a pair of shoes and so did my dad and my bro. I also got a new watch and I'm so glad my dad's letting me buy a digi camera. Yay!!!! Then we had food (My bro and I had Panda Express while our parents had from Cajun Grill). I prolly gained like 3 pounds. Then we went to big lots and bought some school stuff for me and some other dance stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Yeah, so now I gotta go. This as long as I can write since my fingers ache from trying to get my 'P' button to work...and also the backspace and the home button...stupid laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3238/1362/1600/Prash%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112287968249082355?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112287968249082355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112287968249082355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112287968249082355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112287968249082355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/07/acki-dont-have-any-good-names-for.html' title='Ack..I don&apos;t have any good names for titles.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14890273.post-112254237720326770</id><published>2005-07-28T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:58:08.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright...To get started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, then...Well, this is my first post on blogspot, but that's all cool. As most of my friends know, I'm not responsible enough to post everyday, so I won't have continuous postings. yep. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a quick note:&lt;/strong&gt; Today in the story below means Wednesday, just for reference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;So, my plans for this weekend. I'm already starting to dread it. Apparently, I have to go to Maya aunt's house for her baby boy's 28th day thing on Saturday. And that's in the morning. Here's my dilemma: should I wear a Punjabi dress and go, or a Kurt and jeans? If you're wondering why I'm stuck here, it is because I have to go and help my friend, Prashanti, at her arangetram that same day...in evening though. And I'll probably have to leave from Maya aunt's house to CCA (chandler center for the arts). So, we have to be there by 11:30 and stay until a long time. Her arangetram starts at 4:30, so it will only end by 8. Then they've invited us to the reception, so I'll be there longer. Don't get me wrong. It's not like I don't like Prashanti or anything but last time, when I helped at Sanju's arangetram, all I did was help her change during the program, and before it, put out all the jewelry and things. Wow, what a bore!!!! I'm anticipating that that's not what's gonna happen at Prash's 'cuz her mom and my mom are like best dance-mom friends...lol, luv the new name. And I kno that for that day, I'm wearing my peach and tan colored choli. WOHOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, done with my almost fully planned weekend. Now to this week. My luck actually changed from yesterday. But lemme actually start from the beginning. Last weekend, there was a bhajana at Geetha Aunty's house. Obviously, I went with my family and had loads of fun. But the story starts after the bhajana was over, the men were playing cards and it was only Trupti and I left...and my mom and Geetha Aunty. I told Tru that I wanted a digi camera, but I didn't kno if my parents would lemme have it. I asked my mom then, if I could have a digi camera for exceeding 2 of my AIMS and being short by just a couple of points for exceeding in the Critical reading section. And she said yes, and I rejoiced. I was completely and utterly elated at that unexpected answer. So, then on Monday, I realized that I had forgotten to ask her what here budget was for the camera. I asked her when she came back and she said 100$. I was like crap, that's not gonna get me a good camera. But then, my dad's like, what are you talking about? Why is she getting a camera? And even if she is, she's not getting one that more than 39$. I was so pissed. But still, I tried to get my dad to change his mind. I looked up some cameras that I might have liked, but the only cameras I like were 200$+. So, I went up on e-bay to look at the camera I wanted. There, I found one for 222.50$, which was 76,50$ less than at Costco, which had the least that I had looked up. So I told my dad, and he was still like no. So, then all day yesterday and today I refused to completely talk to him and ignored him as much as I could. My brother became the mediator if my dad wanted anything from me...lol. Anyways, so, I went swimming today, and I decided that I would pursue the subject with my mom, who still promised me 102$ this time. When my dad still said no, I personally think that, when they went to go and walk while we swam, my mom persuaded my dad to buy me the camera bcuz when they came back, he asked my what the camera was like. I described it to him, and, if you can believe it, HE AGREED!!!!!! WOHOOO!!!! OH YEAH. I was so happy. But I might not be able to get it until later 'cuz we have to go to the casio store first to see if their price was higher or lower than Costco's. YAY!!! I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy! And I thank my mom for this...altho I had to give up my 16th b-day gift for the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah, so I think I wrote a lot already, for a first post, so I think I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;By the way, if anyone is wondering what I was doing up so late, I was just bored and decided that I would write some stuff in my xanga and then, I really don't kno why, signed up here and wrote my first entry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14890273-112254237720326770?l=indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/feeds/112254237720326770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14890273&amp;postID=112254237720326770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112254237720326770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14890273/posts/default/112254237720326770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiansrocmysox.blogspot.com/2005/07/alrightto-get-started.html' title='Alright...To get started'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688634171549583866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
