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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524566.post-117154698313656619</id><published>2007-02-15T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:43:03.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, when you realise you are not the child your parents want you to be, it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and when they make it VERY VERY VERY obvious infront of you, it sucks even MORE.&lt;br /&gt;kill me someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-117154698313656619?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/117154698313656619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=117154698313656619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117154698313656619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117154698313656619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-when-you-realise-you-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-117101933880149178</id><published>2007-02-09T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T03:08:58.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am gonna update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-117101933880149178?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/117101933880149178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=117101933880149178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117101933880149178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117101933880149178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-gonna-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-117067853784828857</id><published>2007-02-05T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T04:28:57.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't like my mom.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not liking her right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-117067853784828857?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/117067853784828857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=117067853784828857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117067853784828857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117067853784828857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-like-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-117041937817450572</id><published>2007-02-02T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:33:54.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello (: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were many things that happened today, so I'll just go by the period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before school started&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was putting some things in the cupboard, and then Ipsi hit me. -.- &lt;s&gt;Nat nat&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; NATASHA JUNIOR (: came up to me and gave me a letter and a toblerone! So sweet! x) THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During MT period&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had the same mother tongue period as Natasha junior again and a few other juniors. Haha, Ipsi, Me &amp; Manek sat with her. I was disturbing all of them :D. Then Natasha was studying japanese, and I took her book away. And she's so sweet she didn't say anything. She only (as quoted from Ipsi) &lt;em&gt;"stared longingly at her book"&lt;/em&gt; But I returned it back later! And I looked at her socks, then at first I said, &lt;em&gt;"Eh, why so high ah? Pull down." &lt;/em&gt;Then I saw the socks on her other leg and I said&lt;em&gt; "Eh, why so low ah? Pull up!" &lt;/em&gt;Then Ipsi &lt;s&gt;kaypo, extra (:&lt;/s&gt; went &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt; the table and pulled up Nat's socks. and Natasha was laughing all the while (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, didn't really get to talk to her today. Anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEP (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, we got to go to the new, &lt;em&gt;renovated&lt;/em&gt; studio today! It was uber cool. i was in awe. Dep was really short today :(. Aw well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pickle King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my DARLING MORTAL:D ! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They* were just uber rude okay. And they kept on making so much noise lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whistling and stuff. WTF! Amanda &amp;amp; I were getting super annoyed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really understand the pickle king that much, but I guess it has a lot of &lt;em&gt;hidden meaning &lt;/em&gt;in it. Like there is more than what meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Yingbin and Amanda. Then Amanda said she never went to the 7-11 nearby before, so we went there with her. Then we went to bubble tea shop (: Then Amanda's 31 came and I waited with Yingbin till her bus came. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then after Yingbin went, I went to the bus stop opposite and i saw nicole, jan, someone else who's name I cant remember, natalie [DEP], arra, and natalie. (: Said hi to them. Arra gave me a big, beary hug x) and I went home with natalie. We took 135. And we talked loads. (: Then later I went inside the lift and I made a new friend! x) She's a super sweet girl and she lives in the top floor. Not sure of her school though. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm at home typing this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO XOXO XOXO:D&lt;br /&gt;SREYA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-117041937817450572?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/117041937817450572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=117041937817450572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117041937817450572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117041937817450572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-there-were-many-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-117029688211737071</id><published>2007-01-31T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:28:02.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its science now, and i'm not supposed to be doing this.. ah, whatever (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, no idea what she's saying about balancing ions. IPSI, again, TUTOR!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was DEP, then CNY Preliminary rounds, then INTERACT.&lt;br /&gt;Had the ylmp training, and afterwards, went with Manek and Kris to the bubble tea shop opp. school. Then we went videoworld. Then later Manek went home and me &amp; Kris met Dan!&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go home together, but in the end, we couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;Math test today, but I didn't study for it yesterday. I just hope I can pass. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I HAVE TO GO RECESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-117029688211737071?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/117029688211737071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=117029688211737071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117029688211737071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117029688211737071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-science-now-and-im-not-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-117016602507174244</id><published>2007-01-30T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:09:47.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY YOU!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Marie, Ipsi &amp; Elizabeth came over to my house! To do the literature project rehearsal and making of the props. Super fun! We went to ThaiPan to eat. We went there and took about 5+ minutes to decide what to eat. I suggested that we eat the ThaiPan style tofu [i think that's whats its called] and Ipsi said to order pineapple fried rice and all of us decided to get the chicken in lemon sauce. (: The food was nice okay! :D Then we talked while eating and we took a pretty long time to finish our food. Then we went over to the lobby areas of some random lobby and started practicing our lines. Eliz kept laughing a lot. Then because of that I started laughing too! :D And sometimes in the middle, Ipsi or Marie would start laughing then I would laugh too. And we were going to meet Jaslyn in her house, but in the end we couldn't. Sorry Jas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to my house to finish making props. We tried them out too! Elizabeth looked extremely cute in her head piece! We were like- Oh my God, Elizabeth, its so cuteee! (:&lt;br /&gt;Than later Marie and Eliz had to go.&lt;br /&gt;Then while accompaniying them, we were laughing and then, Marie snorted. Haha, then she kept on snorting! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;3 IPSI, MARIE &amp;amp; ELIZABETH! MUAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I'm finally starting to get the hang of algebra, but there are still a few problems here and there. Ipsi! Tutor me! x) but I have to pay more attention, i think Mrs Pang thinks I'm not paying attention [but i am!]. Tomorrow, 250% attention. My goal! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS THE CNY SINGING COMPETITION! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;AND DEP!&lt;3 (:&lt;br /&gt;AND INTERACT! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I still have to hand up the ylmp form. But Manek hasn't handed up yet, so its okay, i'll hand up with her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tmr!&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-117016602507174244?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/117016602507174244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=117016602507174244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117016602507174244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117016602507174244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-you-today-marie-ipsi-elizabeth.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-117006211098890098</id><published>2007-01-29T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:15:11.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the song -Say It Right (:&lt;br /&gt;Super super SUPER nice:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and Hinder- Lips of an angel is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;It was stuck in my head the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to sing it.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAT SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to pay more attention in math.&lt;br /&gt;I think Mrs Pang thinks i'm not paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so from tomorrow, I will pay 150% attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arena was VERY fun:)&lt;br /&gt;Danica was an extremely funny emcee.&lt;br /&gt;She made me laugh so MUCH ;D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you go Dan!&lt;br /&gt;And come online soon okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think hello panda is going bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello panda is what again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i swear they put less chocolate in their biscuit thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BISCUITSSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello panda- the biscuit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS SO SAD RIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY CANT GO BANKRUPT!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-gasp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*stupidastonishedlook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they put less CHOC!&lt;br /&gt;which is a sure sign they are on the verge of being bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is just -SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY WE SHOULD CONTRIBUTEEEEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assholes.SHOULD PUT LOADS OF CHOCO!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESSSSS&lt;br /&gt;LETS BUY MORE HELLO PANDA BISCUITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEAPSKATE PPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah lah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stingy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pfft.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see now they go bankrupt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERVES YOU RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but ill miss their biscuits =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah me too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well we can always eat- KITKATS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesssssssss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; mars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIT-KATS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KITKATS ROCKKKKKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dun like mars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so posting this now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE MARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it rocks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it right ; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but kitkats rock-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mars are gummy-ish and err err like i dun like gummy gummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  ara* POISED. i am what i am. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kitkats roc&lt;/strong&gt;k&lt;strong&gt; baybeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ara &amp; i were crazyyyy! we started talking crap lah.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU HON&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg now i'm addicted to -say it right!&lt;br /&gt;LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;NELLY FURTADO&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisyah! let me know if you were succesful in quitting csp alrights. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DEP! (:&lt;br /&gt;said it a lot, but i LOVE dep (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ara's now asking me for the synonym of kiss.&lt;br /&gt;something more RESPECTABLE. =D&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna check at dictionary.com.&lt;br /&gt;whoah, loads of synonyms for kiss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this has been a long LONG post.&lt;br /&gt;see you guys arnd! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAY IT RIGHT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-117006211098890098?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/117006211098890098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=117006211098890098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117006211098890098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/117006211098890098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-song-say-it-right-super-super.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116980040142285483</id><published>2007-01-26T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:33:21.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today DEP's dramtization was on a personal basis. Couldn't help but tear a bit lah. After DEP I went with Amanda, Jasmine, Raj &amp;Sharon to eat. Jas &amp;amp;Raj super funny okay. Ended up laughing. Then Amanda said the durian seller was hot. Me &amp; Raj started laughing. Then later crystal joined us towards the end. Turns out that she is joining drama :DDDD. I have a dental appointment today. I'm sticking to the same colour. YAY! I am talking to Hidayah on msn now. And shit I'm late. I got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ARA SWEETAYE&lt;3. She tagged me so many times!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I LOVE ALL DEPIANS!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Elsa for the hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS MANY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116980040142285483?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116980040142285483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116980040142285483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116980040142285483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116980040142285483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-deps-dramtization-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116972260216418772</id><published>2007-01-25T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T02:56:42.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i haven't updated in a super long time.&lt;br /&gt;[Ara babe has been tellling me in msn to update, :D]&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm gonna update from now on.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i got to go and study science now.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tmr's formative test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116972260216418772?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116972260216418772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116972260216418772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116972260216418772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116972260216418772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-i-know-i-havent-updated-in-super.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116426632685487271</id><published>2006-11-22T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:19:12.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY-LO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged in a long long time. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY HANDPHONE HAS BEEN CONFISCATED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOOOOOO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday, went to Vivo with &lt;em&gt;Arra, Kris, Clarissa and Amanda&lt;/em&gt;. I was supposed to meet Arra and Kris at the Paya lebar MRT station. Then Kris smsed me saying that once she and Arra reach my station, she will call me and then I was supposed to go the to compartment &lt;em&gt;at the end. &lt;/em&gt;Then I smsed her back saying that I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be late, but in the end I reached in time and she called me about one minute after I reached the station. Then I went to the compartment at the end, but Arra and Kris weren't there. Then Kris called &lt;em&gt;(or maybe I called her) &lt;/em&gt;and then I found out I was actually supposed to &lt;em&gt;meet her at the compartment&lt;/em&gt; at the other end. Anyway, then Amanda came in at Kallang MRT station, and one stop later, I decided to get off the train and &lt;em&gt;board it arnd the middle&lt;/em&gt;, because they said they were there. &lt;em&gt;But I still couldn't find them. &lt;/em&gt;Anyway then Arra told me to get off at outram park, which I did, and then I saw them and it was &lt;u&gt;REUNION TIME;D&lt;/u&gt;! Haha, we &lt;em&gt;hugged&lt;/em&gt;. Then we met Clarissa! Headed to Vivo. We ate at Kopitiam. I bought Chicken rice. Quite ex :x and Amanda and Kris bought this Milo Ice Kachang thing, which I &lt;em&gt;thought was very nice&lt;/em&gt;. Arra wanted to go to the loo and Amanda was still having her Ice Kachang then Clarissa &lt;em&gt;shoved&lt;/em&gt; one whole spoon of Ice Kachang into Amanda's shirt &lt;em&gt;by accident (she wanted to put it in her mouth but then, aim wrongly xD).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Arra, Clarissa and Kris went to the loo and me and Amanda went to Candy Empire. Ex lah. But i bought this cadbury marshmallow thing which I LOVED. YUM. Amanda and I took chances to hug Kris &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and snap her bra from the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Arra bought this cadbury bounty thing. Then me and Kris saw this shoe shop -ALDO, but then Kris said that the shoes would be expensive. I told her to &lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt; that we had lots if money with us at that time, but Arra needed to find an ATM machine 'cos she needed to &lt;em&gt;withdraw money&lt;/em&gt;. We were in the &lt;em&gt;midst &lt;/em&gt;of looking for one then Kris realised that Clarissa and Amanda were gone. So she called Clarissa, but Clarissa &lt;em&gt;didn't wanna&lt;/em&gt; tell her where she was. So we trio decided to look for them. Arra said she saw them going in GAP, so we checked. We looked arnd, and then Arra said "THERE! THERE THERE!" The two of them ran. Haha. I &lt;em&gt;tried &lt;/em&gt;to run aft them, then I gave up. We trio were looking for an ATM machine. Halfway through me and Arra got&lt;em&gt; seperated&lt;/em&gt; from Kris. Both of us found &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; ATM machines but they were &lt;em&gt;citibank and HSBC&lt;/em&gt;. Arra wanted &lt;em&gt;POSB&lt;/em&gt;. Went to acessories shops, sadly they were &lt;em&gt;all ex.&lt;/em&gt; AIYOH. Then called Amanda. They said they were in TOYS'R'US. Me and Arra were &lt;em&gt;heading&lt;/em&gt; there anyway. Then another REUNION! Me, Clarissa and Amanda we saw this SUPERMAN ball. We &lt;em&gt;bought &lt;/em&gt;it. It was yellow. Then got seperated form Arra and Kris. Called them, they were in the &lt;em&gt;accesories&lt;/em&gt; shop. Went there. Along the way, Amanda got a &lt;em&gt;Burger King crown. &lt;/em&gt;LOL! I told Amanda that she was the queen :D. &lt;em&gt;We reunited with them again&lt;/em&gt; and we went to converse. Kristen thought the converse guy was &lt;em&gt;cuteeeee.&lt;/em&gt; Headed to the &lt;em&gt;wading &lt;/em&gt;pool, in which I managed to get my jeans wet :x. We were playing with a ball, which later went into a glass fence &lt;em&gt;thingy. &lt;/em&gt;We tried &lt;em&gt;brainstorming &lt;/em&gt;on how to get it back. In the end, a nice nice person got it back for us. Played monkey. Haha. Guess what? I managed to fall down like -PLOP! }.{ We got wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we dried down. Then all of us went to the balcony like place and we &lt;em&gt;started SCREAMING&lt;/em&gt;. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Ok so you get &lt;em&gt;an idea&lt;/em&gt;. Had a screaming competition to see who could scream for the longest. I stopped the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt;. CLARISSA &lt;em&gt;WON&lt;/em&gt; ;D. Later headed to E-ZONE. Played this racing gameeeeeee. And one round of Armadillo. Amanda got her &lt;em&gt;BLEACH&lt;/em&gt; comic :D. Arra was tired. You could &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; from her face. My legs were &lt;em&gt;ACHING&lt;/em&gt;. We headed home but before that, I went to but my &lt;em&gt;CADBURY MARSHMALLOW&lt;/em&gt;. At the station, I was talking in my &lt;em&gt;'YEENDIAN'&lt;/em&gt; accent. Ahaha. Later I met my mom in Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never&lt;/em&gt; wear jeans when you go to wading pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE Y'ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116426632685487271?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116426632685487271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116426632685487271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116426632685487271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116426632685487271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-lo-havent-blogged-in-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116349243200780630</id><published>2006-11-14T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:20:32.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5324/4082/1600/2006-09-29T191319Z_01_NOOTR_RTRIDSP_2_OUKEN-UK-ITALY-FASHION-VERSACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina came over yesterday. Aw we had fun. And we watched Yamakusi. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hot muscley men ;D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Macs. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gossiping session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I managed to get paint all over my hand &amp; legs. And we also listened to songs. Then after she had dinner, my dad dropped her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTM- Sara was out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116349243200780630?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116349243200780630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116349243200780630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116349243200780630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116349243200780630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/11/melina-came-over-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116315600140130501</id><published>2006-11-10T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:53:21.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHtrjqVFXp4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHtrjqVFXp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video. I cried. I couldn't stop crying. I have never really cried while watching a video. But, this time, I really cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116315600140130501?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116315600140130501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116315600140130501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116315600140130501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116315600140130501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116288257174850000</id><published>2006-11-06T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:17:10.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I RECEIVED THIS EMAIL;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK -- A public school teacher was arrested today at JohnF. Kennedy International Airport as he attempted to board a flight while in &lt;em&gt;possession&lt;/em&gt; of a ruler, a protractor, a setsquare, a slide rule and a calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a morning press conference, Attorney General Alberto Gonzales said he believes the man is a member of the&lt;em&gt; notorious Al-gebra&lt;/em&gt; movement.He did not identify the man, who has been charged bythe FBI with carrying &lt;em&gt;weapons of math instruction&lt;/em&gt;."Al-gebra is a &lt;em&gt;problem&lt;/em&gt; for us," Gonzales said. "They desire solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes &lt;em&gt;go off on tangents&lt;/em&gt; in search of absolute values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They use &lt;em&gt;secret&lt;/em&gt; code names like 'x' and 'y' and refer to themselves as 'unknowns', but we have determined they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with &lt;em&gt;coordinates in every country&lt;/em&gt;. As the Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, 'there are 3 sides to every triangle'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked to comment on the arrest, &lt;em&gt;President Bush&lt;/em&gt; said, "If God had wanted us to have better weapons of &lt;em&gt;math instruction&lt;/em&gt;, He would have given us more &lt;em&gt;fingers and toes&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White House aides told reporters they &lt;em&gt;could not recall&lt;/em&gt; a more &lt;em&gt;intelligent or profound&lt;/em&gt; statement by the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always knew math was evil, and this proves the fact! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my father came home. "SREYA! See what I got you? Your textbooks for next year! YAY!" * I give &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; expression * "So you can start studying for next year, &lt;strong&gt;YAY! &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I was &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to uhh, study math &amp; science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will read animal farm&lt;em&gt; soon&lt;/em&gt;. I heard it was nice. &lt;em&gt;Mental note to self, read 'Animal farm'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading all of the updated Prison Break episodes.&lt;em&gt; Nooooooo! &lt;/em&gt;How I wish they updated the whole season's episodes. Ahh now I need to wait for &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;week before I can read a new episode. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mental note to self; look for prison break videos on YouTube.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTM was yesterday. Furonda got out! &lt;em&gt;Poor Danielle, she was sick. &lt;/em&gt;I CANNOT WAIT TILL THURSDAY! PRISON BREAKKKKKK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WENTWORTH MILLER &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; HOT MANEK. AND NO, HE IS NOT BALD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I THINK I'M STARTING TO FALL FOR MEN WITH HALF-SHAVEN HEADS AND BIG, STRONG MUSCLES. *EEEEYUM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mental note to self; &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;drool&lt;/s&gt; at Wentworth Miller's pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go and see Prison Break videos now so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta-ta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SREYA ;D&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/36524566-116288257174850000?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116288257174850000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116288257174850000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116288257174850000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116288257174850000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-received-this-email-new-york-public.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116278672531746559</id><published>2006-11-05T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:18:45.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FOUND THIS ON FRIENDSTER;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you weren't in your current school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That'd be sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you weren't in your current CCA? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That'd be even sadder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you weren't in your current class? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That would be THE saddest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you weren't a girl/boy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh.  Uhh. If I wasn't a girl, I would be a guy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you are a doctor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I would live up to my family's expectation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you are expelled from school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you are dead? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yay. Then I would haunt you! Haha, no lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if you are to sing in front of everyone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would pretend to have a headache, a stomach ache &amp; a sore throat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if one of your classmates/friends say I LOVE YOU to you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awww..! I LOVE YOU TOO! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if someone calls you stupid? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always knew I was stupid.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manek's surprise party was fun. &lt;em&gt;Marie, Ipsi, Dan Dan, Jas, Krissy-POO, Arra &amp; yes, Manek were there. &lt;/em&gt;Manek was obviously very touched and she was about to cry, &lt;em&gt;though she refused to admit it. &lt;/em&gt;Oh and she liked her present too! Some book called 'Crime &amp;amp; Punishment'.  I forced all of them to watch 'Bone Collector' &lt;em&gt;which Dan &amp; Ipsi were screaming at every five minutes :D . &lt;/em&gt;THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING. LOVE YOU GUYS&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I literally did, nothing. Really. I just sat down on my bed and looked out if the window, stared at the ceiling, stared at the door, stared at my room. I am such a &lt;em&gt;time-waster. &lt;/em&gt;Then later I went shopping. And later we went to eat at this restaurant called 'Fifth Season' , &lt;em&gt;I think that's the name of the restaurant.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG. The food was great. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I lazed around, in the evening went out for a party, &lt;em&gt;a very very boring one. &lt;/em&gt;But then Sneha, Rai &amp; Roop were there. &lt;em&gt;So it was okay, I guess.&lt;/em&gt; I made some new friends. &lt;em&gt;Shit I can't remember thier names. Oh yes, &lt;/em&gt;Reshma &amp; Deya. &lt;em&gt;They forced me to dance. &lt;/em&gt;Then I came back home and &lt;em&gt;collapsed on my bed. &lt;/em&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;wasting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my life on the computer. Haha, actually, the computer is FUNNNNN. I will now go and read &lt;em&gt;Prison Break episodes.   :DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till we meet again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;SREYA.&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/36524566-116278672531746559?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116278672531746559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116278672531746559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116278672531746559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116278672531746559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-found-this-on-friendster-what-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116245564318603771</id><published>2006-11-02T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:20:43.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SUPER HAPPY  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;DANICA &amp; KRISTEN,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE ! YOU TWO ARE EXTREMELY SWEEET.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TILL TMR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DO NOT KNOW WHY IM WRITING IN A HUGE FONT &amp; BOLDING IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M HAPPY HAPPY =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHOAH. I'M WATCHING THIS CRAPPY HINDI MOVIE AND I'M FEEDING EXTRA CRAP IN MY BRAINS. AW WELL, HARMLESS &lt;em&gt;FUN?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BYEEE :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE DAN &amp;amp; KRIS &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116245564318603771?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116245564318603771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116245564318603771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116245564318603771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116245564318603771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-super-happy-d-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116235620314711187</id><published>2006-10-31T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:46:44.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have just realised that I'm not having a very good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was angry with me yesterday because I was using the laptop on the bed. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I was using the laptop on the bed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Because I was using the laptop on the bed!! Uhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hate home. Yes, its true. I hate home. Bahh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Jas, Ipsi and me tried to sneak into the Mandarin Gardens' billiard room. So i took my maid down and pretended she was my sister. I told the guard that I was 16 and that my maid, my &lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt; was 21. The guard believed me. But then he asked for her pass. My maid doesn't have a pass and mine has my birthdate there. So I just made up some story. &lt;em&gt;Oh, uh, OUR parents have our passes. They're gonna make a new one. Blah Blah. Blah Blah Blah Blah.&lt;/em&gt; The guard&lt;em&gt; refused to let me in anyway. &lt;/em&gt;So then I just randomly went upstairs, and Jas &amp;amp; Ipsi were "playing &lt;em&gt;carom.&lt;/em&gt; Then the guard was supposed to come to &lt;em&gt;check on them and switch on the aircon.&lt;/em&gt; So the great[ :D ] idea was that i go out first, &lt;em&gt;follow the guard &lt;/em&gt;and then come back in and pretend to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; know them. I was to pretend I went to TKSS, and that i was taking my O levels. &lt;em&gt;Did the guard even believe? &lt;/em&gt;Well, the guard didn't seem to suspect anything. Then immediately after the guard left left, &lt;em&gt;Ipsi screamed 'YAY!' Yeah, thanks alot Ipsi. :DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN-NESS can? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone got the call about the DEP auditions thingy yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUIZ TIME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you free right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am busy doing this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are you doing whatever you're doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, do you like plants?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random weird question. BY THE WAY, I LOVE PLANTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I ask you another question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can I say no please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does the last text msg on your phone say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Let me check, hold on. *grabs the phone* 'Ya I am'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Huh Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I have an IQ of 165.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like real. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accept me as your master.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you drink alcohol?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Just a bit. To try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it good?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your IQ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-am-not-sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was born on your birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. BUSh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so kepo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think I am nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I HAVE to answer that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Christina Milian-Say I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like that song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many questions have you answered so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-do-not-know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look out of the window/balcony. What do you see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis court?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aw sad. This quiz is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why is that sad? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want these 5 people to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Melina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Kristen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Dan Dan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Jiaying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-and..Claudia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116235620314711187?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116235620314711187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116235620314711187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116235620314711187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116235620314711187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-just-realised-that-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116219768492842510</id><published>2006-10-30T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:41:24.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEP AUDITIONS WERE FUNNN. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but one of the judges was mean. blehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; AND PARKWAY WAS FUN TOO. RUSTY BAGS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think holidays are fun!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116219768492842510?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116219768492842510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116219768492842510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116219768492842510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116219768492842510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/10/dep-auditions-were-funnn.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116186237608520488</id><published>2006-10-26T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T05:07:21.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, &lt;em&gt;what a day.&lt;/em&gt; It was the last day of school, AND it was also the esplanade math trail &lt;em&gt;thingy. &lt;/em&gt;Yeah, it was okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in &lt;strong&gt;Jaslyn, Sarah Tan &amp; Zing's &lt;/strong&gt;group. There was also another school doing the math trail thingy in the Esplanade. &lt;em&gt;First Toa Payoh Scecondary.&lt;/em&gt; There was this random girl, who just started saying 'hi' to me. &lt;em&gt;Soon, everyone joined in.&lt;/em&gt; Quite scary.&lt;em&gt; And they just wouldn't stop saying hi. Like, uh, Oh-kayyyyyyy. &lt;/em&gt;Yeah, and one of the girls said 'hi' to Claudia too. She was, &lt;u&gt;shocked.&lt;/u&gt; LOL! And then they came over and shook Sarah Tan's, Zing's &amp;amp; my hands. &lt;em&gt;Like, freaaaaky.&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, so while we were doing the questions, I noticed a Mrs Fields. I made a mental note to myself to go there after we finished. We finished super early, and Jaslyn went to hand in the paper, but then, guess what.&lt;em&gt; Turned out that we had to get the stationmasters to sign every station before we could hand it in. &lt;/em&gt;No one told us okay. So we then went back to&lt;em&gt; every station&lt;/em&gt; to get the stationmaster to sign. Bahh. But we still finished in time, and then after that, Me &amp; Ziying went to get Brownies &amp;amp; cookies from 'Mrs Fields'. &lt;strong&gt;YUM. YUM YUM YUM. YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM.&lt;/strong&gt; But then later, I felt kind of sick. &lt;em&gt;Too much chocolate, but its still good. &lt;/em&gt;And uh, there was this teacher giving out hotdog buns. &lt;em&gt;I took one. &lt;/em&gt;What? No one was taking it so I decided to take it, to, you know, help minimise wastage. &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;That and I was also hungry.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;LOOSE CANON IS GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;m&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;holidays!&lt;/m&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;XOXO; SREYA&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/36524566-116186237608520488?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116186237608520488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116186237608520488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116186237608520488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116186237608520488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day-of-school-today-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116178250792497122</id><published>2006-10-25T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T06:21:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;I AM FEELING MUCH BETTER NOW.  CHOCOLATE CAKES &amp; ICE-CREAMS HELP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;xoxo.&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/36524566-116178250792497122?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116178250792497122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116178250792497122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116178250792497122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116178250792497122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-feeling-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116176539424804380</id><published>2006-10-25T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:36:34.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahck. Today was an&lt;em&gt; very very&lt;strong&gt; ahck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day. I am just sitting here now with the laptop &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;the tv, feeling quite depressed,&lt;em&gt; but for no &lt;strong&gt;absolute reason whatsoever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I bought some nice&lt;em&gt; Cookies &amp; cream &lt;/em&gt;ice-cream after school, to, you know, cheer myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i don't think it worked, because even though I was okay for &lt;em&gt;a while,&lt;/em&gt; I suddenly feel all &lt;em&gt;ahck-ish.&lt;/em&gt; Like, I really want to scream. I got this&lt;em&gt; throbbing headache. &lt;u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;BLEHH!&lt;/u&gt; Bahh Sreya, &lt;em&gt;get a grip. &lt;/em&gt;Well, one good thing is that there is &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROJECT RUNWAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;today. So, yeah, looking forward to that. &lt;em&gt;I can't fucking wait for it.&lt;/em&gt; Self countdown-&lt;strong&gt;only 6 hours more! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relax Sreya, its &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; six hours, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Some shtty hindi movie is going on, but my grandma's watching it, and i just feel like&lt;em&gt; lying on the sofa and staring at that entertainment box with sound, &lt;/em&gt;so I don't feel like going to another room or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i found the perfect monologue! I shall post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kim Kutledge and I am broken. I'm not really broken in the way that a tree becomes broken in a tropical storm or the way or the way an egg becomes broken when it is dropped to the kitchen floor before it can be put in the omelet. I am broken like a bone, painfully and somewhat grotesque to look at, but under the right conditions and proper care I will heal. [beat] What I mean to say is that I am a poet. Really, I am. Listen to this. It's a love poem. [clears throat]&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, but if you wouldGive me the chance, I think I couldDo what I need to make you feel good&lt;br /&gt;[long pause] What? No applause? Now you see what I'm talking about, broken. I wasn't even blessed with being tortured, Poe and Dante were tortured, I am simply ineffectual and unloved. I know what you're thinking, "Surely you jest, who would not love you?" The answer is the source of my pain and the reason I cannot heal. I do not love me. I'm like that one guy in that one 80's movie, I do everything that everyone tells me to do. On the plus side nothing is ever my fault, I can always point the finger at someone else. On the down side I talk to myself a lot. Like now for example. None of you are real. I bet you didn't know that, and I kinda hate to break it to you because I'm sure you think you're real, but I just made every one of you up. That's gotta be depressing, but don't worry about it, you'll cease to exist once I've finished thinking about you. But you wanna know the worst part? Would Keanu Reeves please stand up? [pause] See? He's not here! He's never here! I'm so broken that I can't even control my own hallucinations even after I've accepted that fact that they're hallucinations. I know you're wondering about the whole Keanu Reeves thing, but even if he can't act he can say "woah" with the best of them and if he wore his Matrix costume he wouldn't have to say a thing. [beat] Maybe I should go see a psychiatrist about this. I'm pretty sure it's not normal. He'd most likely tell me it was 'advanced projected schizophrenia' or something. I'm sure he'd ask me, "Do you occasionally feel like you're on stage?" and I'd say no but he'd see though it because he'd be a good psychiatrist, and I'd never go see a bad one. So I'd admit to sometimes feeling like I'm on stage and he'd ask me if I'd like to see Keanu Reeves appear and I'd deny that too, but he'd see though it again. So then I'd tell him that Keanu never showed, with or without his leather Matrix jacket. Then I'd ask him how he knew and he'd tell me that it's a pretty common thing, he used to go though something similar. It's hero worship gone horribly awry, something about not having the confidence to want to see someone actually interesting. All I'd have to do to avoid these things was to believe in myself, have some confidence. [epiphany] Yes, I think that's it! Of course that's it. I can do that. I can love myself, I can. And I will. [pause] Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i don't think thats suitable?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I think &lt;em&gt;i want some ohsoyumminglydelicious chocolate cake. [Sreya stands up and gets some from the fridge] &lt;/em&gt;Sreya takes a bite.&lt;em&gt; Yum.&lt;/em&gt; My fucking headache is still there. &lt;em&gt;6 hours till something good Sreya, 6 hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this song that I have been looking for quite a while, and yesterday, &lt;em&gt;I finally found it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hear You Me' by Jimmy Eat World. I'm posting the lyrics here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in town I know&lt;br /&gt;You gave us some place to go.&lt;br /&gt;I never said thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might get one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;What would you think of me now,so lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;br /&gt;I never said thank you for that,now I'll never have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;So what would you think of me now,so lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;br /&gt;I never said thank you for that,now I'll never have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;And if you were with me tonight,I'd sing to you just one more time.&lt;br /&gt;A song for a heart so big,god wouldn't let it live.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;Hear you me my friends.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love that song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will now go&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and moan silently about how depresed i feel.&lt;em&gt; Though chocolate cakes do help a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it weird how i haven't said a word out loud for, 1 hour &lt;em&gt;or more. &lt;/em&gt;All i have been doing is, well slack. I will now go and say something out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then.&lt;br /&gt;See you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 hours to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sick of this pretending game. This ignoring each other is not really getting us anywhere. Ahck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SREYAAA.   :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36524566-116176539424804380?l=sreya-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/feeds/116176539424804380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36524566&amp;postID=116176539424804380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116176539424804380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36524566/posts/default/116176539424804380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sreya-.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahck.html' title=''/><author><name>SREYA-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557319533562407423</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-36524566.post-116167651608864300</id><published>2006-10-24T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:55:16.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, new blog again. Relink me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there was really not much to do in school. We had one talk after another. &lt;em&gt;It was boring enough to make even the most attentive fall asleep.&lt;/em&gt; And then there was a sports bra talk, and it was quite&lt;em&gt; disturbing&lt;/em&gt; how the woman was saying breasts with &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;much pasison. After school there was the &lt;em&gt;inter-class basketball games. &lt;/em&gt;Amanda, Kristen and I stayed back to &lt;em&gt;cheer, cheer, CHEER! &lt;/em&gt;Ooh, it was fun. I was snacking on Amanda's chips while drinking some F&amp;N orange. &lt;em&gt;YUM.&lt;/em&gt; When the games started, the three of us screamed, cheered, and screamed somemore. Arra, Clarissa, Jaslyn and Sarah Wee were &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; simply great!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Me and Amanda were having a &lt;em&gt;bimbo vs ah beng &lt;/em&gt;'fight'. Kris was the 'peacemaker'. Aww, fun. &lt;em&gt;Eh, why your engliish so funny arh?  &lt;/em&gt;Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the inter-class, Arra, Kris, Amanda, and me went to paya lebar mrt station, nearby to get the prices on class t-shirts. &lt;em&gt;What a trip.&lt;/em&gt; We first alighted at our stop, then Amanda called the Mr Tan to ask where his t-shirt printing shop is. He gave us some directions, but we still couldn't find the shop. &lt;em&gt;After 5 phonecalls and a lot of walking, &lt;/em&gt;we finally found it, until we realised we had to climb to the seventh storey. Arra &amp; Kris took the stairs. Me &amp;amp; Amanda took the easy way out, &lt;em&gt;the lift. Thank God lifts were made.&lt;/em&gt; But me and Amanda realised that by the time we got up, Kristen had already &lt;em&gt;enquired about the prices.&lt;/em&gt; We took the lift down, and there was this pole thing, &lt;em&gt;and Amanda started doing pole dancing. Kris has a picture of it in her handphone. &lt;/em&gt;Amanda then had to go, while the rest of us went to&lt;em&gt; Macs. Lots of food later, we parted. &lt;/em&gt;I stole some of Kris's and Arra's Drink. &lt;em&gt;But they refused to eat some of my McFlurry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mum's nagging at me to leave the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So goodbye. 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