<?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-36471433</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:09:42.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>property of nandita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471433.post-6027884903839348862</id><published>2007-10-27T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:44:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of Severus Tobias Snape, incredibly loyal, and died protecting Harry. Even after he realized that everything he had been through was not for Lily, he still helped Harry. He was probably one of Harry's best and most loyal protectors. Even when he was told to do a task unpleasant, or downright life-threatening, he never once backed down. And then, to make it all complete, he gave his last dying moments to Harry by forcing out the memories that contained what Harry needed to know. If that's not devotion, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, hail to one of the most complex characters ever written of, for whom, I believe, we can all confess we cried the most. Hail to the Half-Blood Prince; to Severus Tobias Snape, the bravest person we've ever read of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-6027884903839348862?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6027884903839348862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=6027884903839348862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6027884903839348862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6027884903839348862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-severus-tobias-snape-incredibly.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-5152233931211211373</id><published>2007-10-27T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:17:04.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RyPw-htsOPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/igwH26TEMB8/s1600-h/Upgrade+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RyPw-htsOPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/igwH26TEMB8/s320/Upgrade+you.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126205757870323954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I clicked OK. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-5152233931211211373?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5152233931211211373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5152233931211211373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5152233931211211373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5152233931211211373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-clicked-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RyPw-htsOPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/igwH26TEMB8/s72-c/Upgrade+you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471433.post-604598676200565313</id><published>2007-10-22T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:33:27.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay there are only three guys that i actually have been obsessed with,&lt;br /&gt;currently: WHO ELSE, JORDAN JACOBSON&lt;br /&gt;before: SNAPE(hahahha!) MIKE SHINODA from Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two of them are completely unobtainable and one non-existent. tough luck :/ sure orlando bloom and chaanning tatum and such rock, but they just, well, rock. NOT LIKE THE ABOVE PEOPLE :D&lt;br /&gt;jordan dances like WOAH snape is like SWEET and mike shinoda, er hah i guess for not much reason but who cares i was obsessed anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOT THE NEW iPOD!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; exciting now i can listen to my wonderful songs all the time (: oh and i can't wait for the rs outing and the sleepover after drama night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUST CHECK MATH AND LIT (and tamil if you count that!) MARKS :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-604598676200565313?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/604598676200565313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=604598676200565313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/604598676200565313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/604598676200565313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-there-are-only-three-guys-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-5160428454300971675</id><published>2007-10-22T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T03:05:01.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG. IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT I SENT JORDAN JACOBSON A YOUTUBE MESSAGE, WELL, THEN I DID. AND HE REPLIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID '&lt;/span&gt;u can meet me one day if u really want to =]&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;' OMG OMG. i know it's really short compared to the over 30-line message i sent him :D BUT HE REPLIED! AND THERE WAS EVEN A SMILEY FFACE! WOW OHMYGOD i think i'm going to die and this is complete infatuation, which is unhealthy i think!! BUT OMG I LOVE HIM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;his myspace! http://www.myspace.com/jordanajacobson i love him ahahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-5160428454300971675?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5160428454300971675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5160428454300971675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5160428454300971675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5160428454300971675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-8015327702484575036</id><published>2007-10-14T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T04:01:33.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh why d'you have to go away from home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have an amazing bootiful collection of songs thanks to my very dear sister!&lt;br /&gt;I think our collection of songs has like DOUBLED i think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we now have the 50cent, timbaland, timberlake, maroon5, linkin park and akon albums! they're awesomme.&lt;br /&gt;the off the wall dance is called Boardmeeting by Timbaland. omg i absolutely adore that guy (the dancer)! HOT :D i swoon. zomg i just love the way he dances, so michael jackson-ey yet ohsocool! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anzieways, my favourite songs are millions, but i especially like I'll Still Kill by 50cent and akon and and and Kiss Kiss by chris brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh and i LOVE THE SHOW STILL STANDING! it's so freaking hilarious! and the office and friends and THAT 70S SHOW! AHHHH LOVE THEM! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-8015327702484575036?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8015327702484575036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=8015327702484575036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8015327702484575036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8015327702484575036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhh-why-dyou-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-8012856650811326527</id><published>2007-10-13T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:24:57.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG you know the two videos below, he's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JORDAN JACOBSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and he's so so so so so GOOOOOD. aahh i'm falling in love with this guy i don't even know!&lt;br /&gt;isn't he GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-8012856650811326527?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8012856650811326527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=8012856650811326527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8012856650811326527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8012856650811326527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-you-know-two-videos-below-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-5419686994869657290</id><published>2007-10-13T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:14:57.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UEHyrVnue24' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UEHyrVnue24'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh.My.God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-5419686994869657290?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5419686994869657290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5419686994869657290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5419686994869657290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5419686994869657290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/off-wall.html' title='Off the wall'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-3270284591556721659</id><published>2007-10-13T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:06:53.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS PERSON IS FREAKING AWESOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vhS-X62sSCs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vhS-X62sSCs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the video says it all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-3270284591556721659?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3270284591556721659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=3270284591556721659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3270284591556721659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3270284591556721659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-person-is-freaking-awesome.html' title='THIS PERSON IS FREAKING AWESOME'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-6188347619226537885</id><published>2007-08-11T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:06:43.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CASSIE- LONG WAY TO GO &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lurve this song and shut up and driveee. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-6188347619226537885?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6188347619226537885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=6188347619226537885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6188347619226537885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6188347619226537885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/cassie-long-way-to-go-3-i-lurve-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-4357989282583444789</id><published>2007-08-10T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T20:02:08.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YESTERDAY WAS&lt;/span&gt; (one of) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE BEST DAY&lt;/span&gt;(s) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OF MY LIFEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i finally found a shop that actually sells MY SIZE CLOTHES. for the first time in my life, i found clothes that fit me, and that are also TIGHT FOR ME CAN YOU BELIEVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;that's why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE MANGO SOO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i bought skinny corduroys(don't know how to spell!) and a fabulous black topp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty for spending so much as well, so we decided no &lt;u&gt;shopping until next year may&lt;/u&gt; (sis' b'day)&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna officially PUT ON MY BRACES on september 5th! FOR TWO YEARS, so i'll be having gorgeous teeth bythetime i go to JC, i seriously can't imagine my face without my UGLY TEETH. yayness (: though it costs like FOUR THOUSAND dollars each for both my sis and i ): that's the sad part. sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I FEEL ELATED ALL THE SAME CAUSE I LOVE MANGO. ahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-4357989282583444789?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4357989282583444789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=4357989282583444789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4357989282583444789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4357989282583444789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesterday-was-one-of-best-day-s-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-3309855621571352337</id><published>2007-08-09T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:29:26.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loadsa things happened in my life lately! i will spend, AT MOST one hour and then get back to studying :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OF ALL.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. mom and i went shopping, and i bought a puma shirt and jacket. I ALREADY HAD THREE JACKETS BUT WHO CARES! i think i'm jacket crazy, but i couldn't get to keep it! because then we went to giordano and i had to choose between the skinny jeans and the jacket. i went with the skinny jeans. sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day, haha it was funner than last year's at least! it was kinda long and dreary, esp the sec fours fashion parade, but one of the classes played DANCING QUEEN as their background, and azira rachel and i were &lt;u&gt;grooooving to the beat&lt;/u&gt; hahaha. we came up with oldie steps. fun!&lt;br /&gt;then it was OVER. saw anu and ashima, anu was tom's girl haha. anu didn't look too good. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are you okay anu? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then rachel amelia tisha and i went outtt! taka. &lt;em&gt;rhub didn't come cause she values colours award more than her friends&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha. we were teasing her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left, in 190. outside taka we all bought ice cream. amelia's and tisha's was so DRIPPY. rachel's and mine was okay but i have very sensitive gums, the ice cream was so COLD AND PAINFUL, so i threw it away! at least i ate half. :D&lt;br /&gt;we were starvingggg! so we went to kfc and i ate cheese fries. ohhh soooo cheeesy..... i think i felt quite sick of eating aaallll thaatt CHEESE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to art friend, WOW THAT PLACE HAS EVERYTHING!!! AND WE SAW THESE CUTEEEE STUFFED TOYS, WITH HUMONGOUS LEGS COMPARED TO THEIR BODY! so cute okay! we took manymany pics with them. but RACHEL FORGOT TO STORE THEM. except amelia's one, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;which i smartly remembered to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we decided that we would come back and taake the pics again after looking through the whole shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then we found these spongy cutouts thingys [i have no idea what they are] and i found a tiara! so i put it on my head, giving a &lt;em&gt;'i'm daddy's princess!'&lt;/em&gt; kind of look, and rachel was about to snap the pictureeeee, was snapping it..... but then the shopkeeper came D: and he was like 'y'all very daring is it, you're not supposed to take picture in any shop in singapore. you can go to jail, no food you know, yada yada...' so we were like sorry sorry sorry sorryyyy! and put back the stuff and went away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and we were sooooo disappointed because we couldn't get any more pictures! ): so we looked around awhile, and rach and i had to leave, amelia and tisha continued looking for stuff for bio pt. and i walked ALL THE WAY FROM TAKA TO FAR EAST, all because i didn't want to take the bus from this secluded-looking busstop. it was SO FAAR. should've listened to rachel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and pluss i had this muscle pull which was SUPER painful, and i still have to walk weirdly, and i CAN'T RUN ): i can't even put my weight on the right side of my butt. painnn ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got home. and went to dinner for roopali's birthday :D shivali talked to me about the subject combi i should take, and my mother wants me to take lit! but i'm like sooooo not good at lit. ): anyway, if i become a nurse (which my aunt suggests me to become :D) my humans subject WON'T MATTER! (:&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway roopali came and we ate &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheeesy fondueee &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more cheese! it was nicee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after dinner we went to play at the FOUNTAINS, omg SO FUN OKAY. i would've not minded getting drenched all the way, but i was wearing new jeans ): but i got drenched anyway! :D so fun! walking throughhh the fountains, and i wanted a picture taken badd! and we did, but didn't come out too well (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met mr macdonald and gave him a ^5! no i'm not mad, i took a picture (: with roopali though. then we listened to music on roopali's mp3. send me rihanna's that lalala and beyonce and jayz upgrade you please! :D they're nice!&lt;br /&gt;and HOME SWEET HOME AND &lt;em&gt;crash into bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i did up my BIO JOURNAL it looks all pretty now (: and mom, sis and i went ShOPPING AGAIN! bought &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;glow-in-the-dark nail polish&lt;/span&gt; (: COOL RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;and today, MATHSSSSSS AND BIO PTTTTTTTTT ): but first, here are some pictures i took of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JEANIE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she was sitting on my table and the wind was bloooowingg at her, so i grabbed the nearest webcam and snapped awayy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this first one! she looked away ):&lt;br /&gt;the second one she was looking in front, but cannot see her face!&lt;br /&gt;i like the third one best (: looking right.&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS ONE IS HILARIOUS! that's her &lt;em&gt;BUTT! &lt;/em&gt;haha! she turned around to sniff something and the wind was blowing HARD so i took that awesome ppicture!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah. the last two were failed attempts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvG3DvuGdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3V9xaiSyjIE/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096886052500412882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvG3DvuGdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3V9xaiSyjIE/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvG_zvuGeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gg9YBC40Yf0/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096886202824268258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvG_zvuGeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gg9YBC40Yf0/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvHDzvuGfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8p7MJVeCQLA/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096886271543745010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvHDzvuGfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8p7MJVeCQLA/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvHRTvuGiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2I69lAEhqaU/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096886503471979042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvHRTvuGiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2I69lAEhqaU/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096886430457534994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvHNDvuGhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uI6eTQB8z-0/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvHITvuGgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qel4HdeWB0Y/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096886348853156354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvHITvuGgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qel4HdeWB0Y/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so THAT'S ALL FOR THIS FABULOUS LONG POST (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loove, nandita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-3309855621571352337?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3309855621571352337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=3309855621571352337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3309855621571352337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3309855621571352337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/loadsa-things-happened-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RrvG3DvuGdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3V9xaiSyjIE/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471433.post-4606260840913211569</id><published>2007-08-03T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:02:00.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The scene dissolved, and before Harry knew it, re-formed around him. He was now in a small thicket of trees. He could see a sunlit river glittering through their trunks. The shadows cast by the trees made a basin of cool green shade. Two children sat facing each other, cross-legged on the ground. Snape had removed his coat now; his odd smock looked less pecular in the half light.&lt;br /&gt;“…and the Ministry can punish you if you do magic outside school, you get letters.”&lt;br /&gt;“But I have done magic outside school!”&lt;br /&gt;“We’re all right. We haven’t got wands yet. They let you off when you’re a kid and you can’t help it. But once you’re eleven,” he nodded importantly, “and they start training you, then you’ve got to go careful.”&lt;br /&gt;There was a little silence. Lily had picked up a fallen twig and twirled it in the air, and Harry knew that she was imagining sparks trailing from it. Then she dropped the twig, leaned in toward the boy, and said, “It is real, isn’t it? It’s not a joke? Petunia says you’re lying to me. Petunia says there isn’t a Hogwarts. It is real, isn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s real for us,” said Snape. “Not for her. But we’ll get the letter, you and me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” whispered Lily.&lt;br /&gt;“Definitely,” said Snape, and even with his poorly cut hair and his odd clothes, he struck an oddly impressive figure sprawled in front of her, brimful of confidence in his destiny.&lt;br /&gt;“And will it really come by owl?” Lily whispered.&lt;br /&gt;“Normally,” said Snape. “But you’re Muggle-born, so someone from the school will have to come and explain to your parents.”&lt;br /&gt;“Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?”&lt;br /&gt;Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.“No,” he said. “It doesn’t make any difference.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” said Lily, relaxing. It was clear that she had been worrying.&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve got loads of magic,” said Snape. “I saw that. All the time I was watching you…”His voice trailed away; she was not listening, but had stretched out on the leafy ground and was looking up at the canopy of leaves overhead. He watched her as greedily as he had watched her in the playground.&lt;br /&gt;“How are things at your house?” Lily asked.&lt;br /&gt;A little crease appeared between his eyes.“Fine,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“They’re not arguing anymore?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes, they’re arguing,” said Snape. He picked up a fistful of leaves and began tearing them apart, apparently unaware of what he was doing. “But it won’t be that long and I’ll be gone.”&lt;br /&gt;“Doesn’t your dad like magic?”&lt;br /&gt;“He doesn’t like anything, much,” said Snape.&lt;br /&gt;“Severus?”&lt;br /&gt;A little smile twisted Snape’s mouth when she said his name.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah?”&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me about the dementors again.”&lt;br /&gt;“What d’you want to know about them for?”&lt;br /&gt;“If I use magic outside school – ”&lt;br /&gt;“They wouldn’t give you to the dementors for that! Dementors are for people who do really bad stuff. They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban. You’re not going to end up in Azkaban, you’re too – ”&lt;br /&gt;He turned red again and shredded more leaves. Then a small rustling noise behind Harry made him turn: Petunia, hiding behind a tree, had lost her footing.&lt;br /&gt;“Tuney!” said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s spying now?” he shouted. “What d’you want?”&lt;br /&gt;Petunia was breathless, alarmed at being caught. Harry could see her struggling for something hurtful to say.&lt;br /&gt;“What is that you’re wearing, anyway?” she said, pointing at Snape’s chest. “Your mum’s blouse?”&lt;br /&gt;There was a crack. A branch over Petunia’s head had fallen. Lily screamed. The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;“Tuney!”But Petunia was running away. Lily rounded on Snape.&lt;br /&gt;“Did you make that happen?”&lt;br /&gt;“No.” He looked both defiant and scared.&lt;br /&gt;“You did!” She was backing away from him. “You did! You hurt her!”&lt;br /&gt;“No – no, I didn’t!”&lt;br /&gt;But the lie did not convince Lily. After one last burning look, she ran from the little thicket, off after her sister, and Snape looked miserable and confused…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the scene dissolved once more…Harry was standing right behind Snape as they faced the candlelit House tables, lined with rapt faces. Then Professor McGonagall said, “Evans, Lily!”&lt;br /&gt;He watched his mother walk forward on trembling legs and sit down upon the rickety stool. Professor McGonagall dropped the Sorting Hat onto her head, and barely a second after it had touched the dark red hair, the hat cried, “Gryffindor!”&lt;br /&gt;Harry heard Snape let out a tiny groan. Lily took off the hat, handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurried toward the cheering Gryffindors, but as she went she glanced back at Snape, and there was a sad little smile on her face. Harry saw Sirius move up the bench to make room for her. She took one look at him, seemed to recognize him from the train, folded her arms, and firmly turned her back on him.The roll call continued. Harry watched Lupin, Pettigrew, and his father join Lily and Sirius at the Gryffindor table. At last, when only a dozen students remained to be sorted, Professor McGonagall called Snape.&lt;br /&gt;Harry walked with him to the stool, watched him place the hat upon his head.&lt;br /&gt;“Slytherin!” cried the Sorting Hat.&lt;br /&gt;And Severus Snape moved off to the other side of the Hall, away from Lily, to where the Slytherins were cheering him, to where Lucius Malfoy, a prefect badge gleaming upon his chest, patted Snape on the back as he sat down beside him…&lt;br /&gt;And the scene changed…&lt;br /&gt;Lily and Snape were walking across the castle courtyard, evidently arguing. Harry hurried to catch up with them, to listen in. As he reached them, he realized how much taller they both were. A few years seemed to have passed since their Sorting.“…thought we were supposed to be friends?” Snape was saying, “Best friends?”“We are, Sev, but I don’t like some of the people you’re hanging round with! I’m sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev, he’s creepy! D’you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day?”Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face.“That was nothing,” said Snape. “It was a laugh, that’s all – ”“It was Dark Magic, and if you think that’s funny – ”“What about the stuff Potter and his mates get up to?” demanded Snape. His color rose again as he said it, unable, it seemed, to hold in his resentment.“What’s Potter got to do with anything?” said Lily.“They sneak out at night. There’s something weird about that Lupin. Where does he keep going?”“He’s ill,” said Lily. “They say he’s ill – ”“Every month at the full moon?” said Snape.“I know your theory,” said Lily, and she sounded cold. “Why are you so obsessed with them anyway? Why do you care what they’re doing at night?”“I’m just trying to show you they’re not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are.”The intensity of his gaze made her blush.“They don’t use Dark Magic, though.” She dropped her voice. “And you’re being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatever’s down there – ”Snape’s whole face contorted and he spluttered, “Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too! You’re not going to – I won’t let you – ”“Let me? Let me?”Lily’s bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once.“I didn’t m ean – I just don’t want to see you made a fool of – He fancies you, James Potter fancies you!” The words seemed wrenched from him against his will. “And he’s not…everyone thinks…big Quidditch hero – ” Snape’s bitterness and dislike were rendering him incoherent, and Lily’s eyebrows were traveling farther and farther up her forehead.“I know James Potter’s an arrogant toerag,” she said, cutting across Snape. “I don’t need you to tell me that. But Mulciber’s and Avery’s idea of humor is just evil. Evil, Sev. I don’t understand how you can be friends with them.”Harry doubted that Snape had even heard her strictures on Mulciber and Avery. The moment she had insulted James Potter, his whole body had relaxed, and as they walked away there was a new spring in Snape’s step…The scene changed…“I’m sorry.”“I’m not interested.”“I’m sorry!”“Save your breath”It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.“I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.”“I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just – ”“Slipped out?” There was no pity in Lily’s voice. “It’s too late. I’ve made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends – you see, you don’t even deny it! You don’t even deny that’s what you’re all aiming to be! You can’t wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?”He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking.“I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.”“No – listen, I didn’t mean – ”“ – to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?”He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole…Snape was wringing his hands. He looked a little mad, with his straggling black hair flying around him.“I – I come with a warning – no, a request – please – ”Dumbledore flicked his wand. Though leaves and branches still flew through the night air around them, silence fell on the spot where he and Snape faced each other.“What request could a Death Eater make of me?”“The – the prophecy…the prediction…Trelawney…”“Ah, yes,” said Dumbledore. “How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?”“Everything – everything I heard!” said Snape. “That is why – it is for that reason – he thinks it means Lily Evans!”“The prophecy did not refer to a woman,” said Dumbledore. “It spoke of a boy born at the end of July – ”“You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down – kill them all – ”“If she means so much to you,” said Dumbledore, “surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son?”“I have – I have asked him – ”“You disgust me,” said Dumbledore, and Harry had never heard so much contempt in his voice. Snape seemed to shrink a little, “You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?”Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore.“Hide them all, then,” he croaked. “Keep her – them – safe. Please.”“And what will you give me in return, Severus?”“In – in return?” Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, “Anything.”&lt;br /&gt;“Karkaroff’s Mark is becoming darker too. He is panicking, he fears retribution; you know how much help he gave the Ministry after the Dark Lord fell.” Snape looked sideways at Dumbledore’s crooked-nosed profile. “Karkaroff intends to flee if the Mark burns.”“Does he?” said Dumbledore softly, as Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies came giggling in from the grounds. “And are you tempted to join him?”“No,” said Snape, his black eyes on Fleur’s and Roger’s retreating figures. “I am not such a coward.”“No,” agreed Dumbledore. “You are a braver man by far than Igor Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon…”He walked away, leaving Snape looking stricken…&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore opened his eyes. Snape looked horrified.“You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?”&lt;br /&gt;“Lately, only those whom I could not save,” said Snape. He stood up. “You have used me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Meaning?”&lt;br /&gt;“I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter – ”&lt;br /&gt;“But this is touching, Severus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”&lt;br /&gt;“For him?” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!”From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;“After all this time?”&lt;br /&gt;“Always,” said Snape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And next, Snape was kneeling in Sirius’s old bedroom. Tears were dripping from the end of his hooked nose as he read the old letter from Lily. The second page carried only a few words:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;could ever have been friends with Gellert Grindelwald. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think her mind’s going, personally!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snape took the page bearing Lily’s signature, and her love, and tucked it inside his robes. Then he ripped in two the photograph he was also holding, so that he kept the part from which Lily laughed, throwing the portion showing James and Harry back onto the floor, under the chest of drawers…&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/36471433-4606260840913211569?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4606260840913211569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=4606260840913211569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4606260840913211569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4606260840913211569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/scene-dissolved-and-before-harry-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-870917123974563334</id><published>2007-08-03T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:25:09.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished reading Deathly Hallows yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone mentioned who died or what happened in the last book i would always stop them, because i wanted the pleasure of reading the book myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's absurd that people can think harry potter as childish or bad or evil or whatever. anyone who doesn't read harry potter is so deprived. there's nothing wrong about it, or childish, but the book is so insightful and makes you FEEL. and you know i will never forget it, as long as i live. especially snape. SNAPE.&lt;br /&gt;And now, i've finished it. And it doesn't matter anymore who died or who survived, it matters why they did.&lt;br /&gt;i cried for Dobby because he sacrificed his life for harry. he just died, like that!&lt;br /&gt;i hated that fred and tonks and lupin die. fred was so funny, funny how he can do such a grim thing as die. tonks and lupin were so happy too, they even had a baby and everything!&lt;br /&gt;and snape. OOH SNAPE.&lt;br /&gt;but actually, i REALLY LOVE snape. snape, according to me, no matter what others say, was nobler than dumbledore or harry or whoever put together. he loved lily for&lt;em&gt; so long so badly&lt;/em&gt;, and he deserved much more than what he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part where harry sees all of snape's memories was the saddest part of the book. i cried when snape did when he saw lily's letter. he loved her so much! he sacrificed his life for her, and if a person such as severus snape really did exist, i don't mind dying for him even! i actually really love snape. really love.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. he did it all for love. he loved her so much! i felt so sad for him, and i wish he had married lily. he became good in the end didn't he! she should have married him. sigh SIGH SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who hasn't read the book, read it at least for the sake of SNAPE SNAPE SNAPE.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter how snape looks and he's so disgusting but from the start, from young he loved lily so much. how could lily not have known? ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;SNAPE. it's not obsession, i think i really love this man! how funny it is. i don't think anyone would have thought of snape as more than dumbledore's man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-870917123974563334?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/870917123974563334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=870917123974563334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/870917123974563334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/870917123974563334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-finished-reading-deathly-hallows.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-4248684387127581447</id><published>2007-07-21T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:14:04.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on friday my mother brought home &lt;strong&gt;death note one and two.&lt;/strong&gt; i'm halfway through one; it's actually very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday went to school thinking there was speech day practice but i went there and saw tianttian or whoever that scholar was and she said &lt;strong&gt;prac was cancelled LAST MINUTE.&lt;/strong&gt; grr. so i wanted to find out if the ___ _ ________ practice was still on so i tried to call tisha WHO NEVER PICKED UP arthi SAME THERE from utthra's phone and i don't remember anu's number so i didn't call her! so utthra went home and i saw sharon who told me &lt;strong&gt;there was aces day practice&lt;/strong&gt; and i was like what! i never knew :( but anyway i tried to look for them then i asked mr tan and he told me they were in the weights room. so i joined the other mdcapts. it was kinda fun lah the dance and i managed to learn it okay :)&lt;br /&gt;then ___ _ ________ practice! fun also but we didn't manage to do much brinthaa will teach us the steps on thursday. day before CHEM ZOMGXGZCDZXZXZXZD. heh outburst. i hate chem. HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((((((((((((((((( must study now )))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-4248684387127581447?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4248684387127581447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=4248684387127581447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4248684387127581447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4248684387127581447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-friday-my-mother-brought-home-death.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-4143544169464059194</id><published>2007-07-20T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T05:14:00.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RHD TODAYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheong sam&lt;/span&gt; hahaha i have no idea how it's spelt! i know i'm setting a bad example for racial harmony-ism so someone tell me how it's spelt!&lt;br /&gt;oh i think li khee has pictures and tdrive and steffi and kyungtae. i musttt remember to get them!&lt;br /&gt;rhd was funnn. SAREETYING! and kyungtae came up unexpectedly at the last part and everyone looked gorgeous (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN WENT TO VISIT MOKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's just as funny and nice as ever but still ultraaaaaaaaa skinny (: haha. and the hospital is a nice serene place to be in you know, well steffi's loud voice made it noisy anyway x) but it was so fun too. we didn't teach her anything! and even though she's missed school for 3 weeks, mok seems to have finished mov and i haven't even started yet. shit haha. but i'm so glad we visited her and she's getting discharged &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;, which means we'll be seeing her ohsobeautiful face on monmonmonday. and i left my wallet at the ward, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I TELL YOU MY WALLET HATES ME NEVER NEVER STAYS WITH ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we played katong laksa but didn't make it past two rounds YES WE WERE THAT LOUSY (: though mok was superrr pro, her reflexes are wonderful again :D and my present to her was 3 2 dollars off things for movies in august! hahaha(: &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU MOK! i seriously do and we all do :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WE DO. oh we seriously do miss you- and i'm not just saying. seriously &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; we really care about you so much and you don't know how relieved we are now that you're up and about again...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: OKAY BACK TO IDIOCY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tomorrow dance practice. like ind then dance again shant say for what:D and dance again so &lt;strong&gt;wow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERSINGERJUNIOR NOW! GO WATCH I SUPPORT VIGNESH haha for non tamil people, go do science or sth :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-4143544169464059194?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4143544169464059194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=4143544169464059194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4143544169464059194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4143544169464059194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/rhd-todayy-wore-cheong-sam-hahaha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-4252604837985836180</id><published>2007-07-16T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T04:55:26.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shakespeare's Swans Sing in Solla Solew!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i spelt it right didn't bother checking my ticket &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was AWESOME. i arrived perfectly un-ontime :D and met &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANU&lt;/span&gt; and we bought our flowers for ashima and combined it into one! how creative of us :D and went to watchh! IT WAS FUNNY anu and i were laughing a&lt;strong&gt; lot&lt;/strong&gt; (: though i didn't get any of the sec threes' ones, karishma with a fat belly HAHA SO FUNNY that was! actually i take the same bus as her but i don't know her so! but she was damn funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SEC TWOS LOOKED SO PRETTY (:&lt;/span&gt; haha especially kyungtae and steffi!! and ashima ROCKED AS A PROPS MOVER PERSON. very funny the part where she makes sure the table is in the proper place hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home with eenette, we talked a lot! (:&lt;br /&gt;and went home and found my mother VERILY angry hahahah. but one smile did the trick and she was fine again!&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now. kyungtaelistically kyungtae/ dancefloorqueen HAHAHAHA has a PICTURE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-4252604837985836180?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4252604837985836180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=4252604837985836180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4252604837985836180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4252604837985836180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/shakespeares-swans-sing-in-solla-solew.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-8231791492160214687</id><published>2007-07-12T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T19:13:14.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEVER EVER WATCH HAPPY TREE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am watching it right now. and my heart is tearing into pieces at each episode. BLOOD GORE IS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy tree friends is like a DEMENTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks all life and hope out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you aren't convinced, take a look. actually i took out the picture because it creeps me out. OKAY I WILL LISTEN TO ANU'S ADVICE AND NOT W ATCH IT. :D btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME IS SWAN LD PERFORMANCE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 nanoobta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-8231791492160214687?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8231791492160214687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=8231791492160214687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8231791492160214687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8231791492160214687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-ever-watch-happy-tree-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-3482343544406817377</id><published>2007-07-06T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:01:01.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I JUST HAD MY PSL INTERVIEW AND I DON'T KNOW IF IT WENT WELL BUT I SOOOOOOO HOPE I BECOME A PSL OR ELSE I WILL COMMIT SUICIDE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i want to be a psl so badly? don't ask me. there's this BURNING DESIRE in me i just want to be one! and now i'm being all polite and nice to everyone like the security guard. it's just a kind of hope that i might be noticed and would become a psl! but seriously, it feels soo good! IT DOES OKAY. so try it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR ALL THOSE WHO HAVEN'T TAKEN THEIRS YET!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-3482343544406817377?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3482343544406817377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=3482343544406817377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3482343544406817377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3482343544406817377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-had-my-psl-interview-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-5357922188102847463</id><published>2007-07-03T03:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T03:41:35.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and never trust the times and dates on this blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;THEY'RE ALL WRONG!&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/36471433-5357922188102847463?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5357922188102847463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5357922188102847463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5357922188102847463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5357922188102847463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-never-trust-times-and-dates-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-7044287252393951924</id><published>2007-07-03T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T03:37:50.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooo. i am extremely content with life right now :D&lt;br /&gt;which is not too usual but good anyway! heh&lt;br /&gt;got a fringe though many people say it's too short including my sister i still LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;haha or i will learn to because i can't do anything about it! and i am also content with myself because i can do a full split. a bit retarded but i feel content all the same. i also feel content with myself because there isnt much homework. THATS GOOD AINT IT! besides for stupid pmk ofcourse. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;and omg! ANU WAS SICK. ANU VOMITTED IN THE MORNING!! so sad! but i hope, pray (and am sure (:) that she will get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered something- MR MIZAR HAS A BROTHER. or at least i think so very very badly! i was just relling arthi today, my hip hop instructor is ONEHUNDREDPERCENT like mr mizar! hir malay too and looks exactly like mr mizar too! he is super SUPER funny cute and spontaneous. you would know too if you were there! oh! and one of the other girls who attends the classes is from our school! exciting right. sec one ncc air. :D so one day i plan to ask mr mizar/ my instructor IF THEY HAVE A BROTHER. because i am entirely convinced that they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-7044287252393951924?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7044287252393951924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=7044287252393951924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7044287252393951924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7044287252393951924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellooo.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-1964107920285887029</id><published>2007-06-25T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T03:13:35.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey every every every one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling music-ey now. i did one of those weird survey thingums. only cause it was fun and my sister was doing it. so here it is! try it too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and don't mind the unnatural caps. because it was done on word. does that explain it? oh yes it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put the last title of the song as the subject.&lt;br /&gt;4. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY ?&lt;br /&gt;chain hang low- chingy (yeah I'm RICH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;summer love - JT(LOVE ME DURING SUMMER, adore me the rest of the seasons! HEHEH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;pump it (I like them when they pump what?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;smack that ( I feel like smacking something, yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;like a boy- ciara (HAHA maybe I'll be having a sex change!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella- rihanna (you can certainly stand under my umbrella :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;say it right- nelly furtado (I SAY IT RIGHT. UH-HUH UH-HUH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;my love- Justin timerlake (they are duhly my loves :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;papercut- linkin park (no I don't want to hurt myself!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIES?&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love (I AM in love with them! But not by accident, :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;yellow - coldplay (whoa, I think the person I like is yellow! mustve just been colourblind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;deja vu - beyonce (I wanna be a psychic? COOL. or I want to be a nonliving thing? a deja vu? That's freaky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;this is the last time - keane (HAHA THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WANT TO SEEYOU! Get lostt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;beautiful soul - jesse mccartney (I know they think I have a beautiful soul Aaaah[angel sound])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;cupid's chokehold- gym class heroes (COOL. c'mon husband let's groove.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;by myself - linkin park ( yeah I DO die by myself! Heheh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;no promises - shayne ward (I don't make promises, that's my hobby. Slightly weird, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;ice box - omarion (HILARIOUS. I know I'm afraid of a lot of things, but not an ICE BOX. Unless it was a monster ice box.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;breathe stretch shake - mase (that's my secret? I can breathe stretch and shake? How un-juicy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;baby I’m back - baby bash (I've always been there to love!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-1964107920285887029?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1964107920285887029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=1964107920285887029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/1964107920285887029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/1964107920285887029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-every-every-every-one-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-6136527209204644819</id><published>2007-06-24T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:45:40.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pictures from house comm chalet courtesy of kyungtae. and although she looks like she's wearing her underwear in one of the pictures, i forgive her. aww, how kind of me (: well, the rest is just plain crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/Rn4gbL-sQII/AAAAAAAAAGo/8jCNcWfU__g/s1600-h/IMGP0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079533081164791938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/Rn4gbL-sQII/AAAAAAAAAGo/8jCNcWfU__g/s320/IMGP0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/Rn4gR7-sQHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2zlVMI3EonI/s1600-h/IMGP0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079532922251001970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/Rn4gR7-sQHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2zlVMI3EonI/s320/IMGP0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/Rn4gIr-sQGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tliCd1dMrok/s1600-h/IMGP0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079532763337212002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/Rn4gIr-sQGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tliCd1dMrok/s320/IMGP0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/Rn4f_b-sQFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WW9wJl-eyN4/s1600-h/IMGP0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079532604423422034" style="FLOAT: left; 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Everybody's gonna love today, gonna love today, anyway you want to, anyway you've got to,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love love me, love love me, love love me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE ME BABYY!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;heheh.&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/36471433-6679183316428352806?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6679183316428352806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=6679183316428352806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6679183316428352806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6679183316428352806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/everybodys-gonna-love-today-love-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-8436502947179572688</id><published>2007-06-18T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:40:05.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO i know this stupid blog has been stagnant for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the planet shakers concert with anu on friday night. i will never forget that night in my life. i can't! you know why? BECAUSE IT WAS SO LOUD. that's why. yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i'm so glad i went, i've never been to a rock concert before. SO LOUD. and we saw eenette there, and annabell too. wow nong nong time later i see her. funny.&lt;br /&gt;it was a GREAAAAAAAAAAAT NIGHT. those who went would know, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and anu would know MORE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes along house comm chalet! IT WAS EXTREMELY crazy and fun! with extremely crazy and fun people: sharonthestripper, liangzi(SHE WAS SO NICE), dancefloorqueenkyungtaeHAHA, mickeylikhee, gabriella, CHAIR(claire) AHAHAHAHAHHAHAH that was the funniest and oh! so! high! wen yan :D and glenys! and some of the onesix people. THEN AT NIGHT WE STARTED TELLING GHOST STORIES THAT WAS THE BEST PART. and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was freaked out! except likhee who still dared to go bathe alone after that! hahaha it was so funny. i'm too lazy to narrate the whole chalet but it was awesome :D kyungtae and liangzi have pictures but they have to upload it first i don't think liangzi is even back home yet. hahah. i also discovered that i can do an almost split. hurrah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW LISTEN HERE THIS IS MAJOR. TODAY IS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANU'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SO GO DIG YOUR PIGGY BANKS AND SPEND EVERY CENT YOU CAN FIND ON HER NOW!!!!!!!!!!! good people:D and now i must go get ready. goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-8436502947179572688?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8436502947179572688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=8436502947179572688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8436502947179572688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8436502947179572688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-i-know-this-stupid-blog-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-7733334497422249680</id><published>2007-06-10T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:42:33.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so happy today!&lt;br /&gt;Because i feel so productive:D&lt;br /&gt;i finished ashima's demanded rs essay, i finished the programme for house comm chalet, checked all my mails, made jeanie pee, and started on my one min speech about myself for running for vice captain. then later i plan to finish my history pt. YAY ME(:&lt;br /&gt;okay now i shall go and continue before this feeling wears off BUT IT WONT. i am going to work jet fast like this tomorrow too!:D&lt;br /&gt;ohh and do you like the skin? hahaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-7733334497422249680?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7733334497422249680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=7733334497422249680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7733334497422249680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7733334497422249680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-so-happy-today-because-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-7817261406183971099</id><published>2007-06-10T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:56:11.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO:D&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG HAS GOTTEN A MAKEOVER!&lt;br /&gt;new url, new skin(yet to come), UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO VISIT MY BLOG TODAY AND TAG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-7817261406183971099?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7817261406183971099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=7817261406183971099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7817261406183971099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7817261406183971099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/hellod-my-blog-has-gotten-makeover-new.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-8851053407046941036</id><published>2007-06-07T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:57:34.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will not post the rest of the pictures now until i fix my INTERNET EXPLORER! grr. it keeps closing my windows after a while!&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT MEANS A RISK OF LOSING HOURS WORTH OF UPLOADING PHOTOS which might drive me to take the computer and throw it out of the window (conveniently nearby actually)&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE here's how the anjacks went down. encounter#1 tisha was buying something for her sisters (aww) in one of those middle of nowhere shops. then i heard this SOUND. i turned around and there they were! a huge group of ANJACKS. like 7-8. one of them was making this weird sound like a cow or something. i looked at them confusedly cause they looked like hobos and they were staring at us. then i kindof alerted rhubbini hahaah and a while later two of them came up to rhubbini and SAID HI. LIKE WHOA. then they KEPT around our area! and kept looking at us! then i guess those two gave up on us and went to sit somewhere else. encounter#2 a while later ANOTHER TWO CAME ALONG! so tisha as usual being the tension mama said we shouldnt be doing this and got so scared hhaaha and started scolding rhubbini and i. then we started walking away. those idiots were following us! so we started running. down three levels! and i saw him coming down two! haha i was being stupid and wanted to stay and see if he had the nerve to follow us down the third as well but rhub tisha and lava were running and i had to run with them. i tell you ah, there were anjacks EVERYWHERE! not one sane indian man. encounter#3 later when we were walking around there was another group of anjacks staring at us. they didnt do anything. encounter# 4 then later we were going up the escalator to eat dinner at macs. there were two anjacks behind us and we first thought that they wouldnt do anything. thhen later we came to the last floor. they went the other way but before they left they turned around and waved good bye at us. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAVED AT US.&lt;/span&gt; and you know what i did? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAVED BACK HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i got a nice scolding from tisha though, it was on impulse! HHAHAHA. i cant believe i did it actually. :D:D encounter#last then lava bought her food and i bought mine. and i realised i wanted more. so i was standing in this short queue of two people that took OHSOLONG. and later lava found a seat for both of us. rhub and tisha had gone to get tisha's thing which she had ordered earlier. then lava told me that she had actually been sitting at another seat but two anjacks and a lady had stolen that seat and when lava told them she had been siting there, the guy asked 'you want to share?' EEW. lava should have spat on his face. anyway he kept staring at lava and smiling. like ugh how disgusting can these people get! ANYWAY. it made our shopping more exciting though:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'SALL for the anjacks story!&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I WILL BE GOING TO CHANDNI'S HOUSE AND WE WILL WATCH SHREK 3 LATER! i have the two dollars off things so our tickets will cost lesss! :p&lt;br /&gt;LOVE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-8851053407046941036?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8851053407046941036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=8851053407046941036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8851053407046941036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8851053407046941036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-not-post-rest-of-pictures-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-4400493575415857044</id><published>2007-06-06T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:38:25.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE HOMEWEORK):&lt;br /&gt;I MISS A LOT OF THINGS on of them the geog trip! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;AND I FEEL VERY HOT. and sweaty yuck.&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS A PLANE FLYING OUTSIDE MY HOUSE AND I CAN SEE IT RIGHT NOW FROM WHERE I AM SITTING. and i have been noticing since yesterday when i was using the comp to upload all the pics (TOOK THREE HOURS though i was doing other things at the same time such as reading PAALMARA KAATINILAE, i'm at page 72! wheee:D wait- i digress a lot don't i?HAHAH) that a plane flys by every five SECONDS LITERALLY! another one just flew byyy! they look like army planes; i hope there's no emergency and like singapore's security is threatened or something. that'd be terrible. TOUCH WOOD.&lt;br /&gt;i loove the songs june pona and unnale unnale! cause they remind me of something i miss OHSOMUCH): i also realised that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANJANA IS MUCH NAUGHTIER THAN ANYONE WOULD EVER HAVE THOUGHT HAHAH:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i don't know why but i just did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay so now more pictures and i am off to PMK(paalmara kaatinilaeHAHA) again): and then i will do my geog essay later- THERE GOES ANOTHER PLANE! DARN THOSE PLANES humph.&lt;br /&gt;ohno! my internet explorer is having serious problems. AS ALWAYS grr! so i will sign off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS SPIDERMANNNNNNN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-4400493575415857044?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4400493575415857044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=4400493575415857044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4400493575415857044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4400493575415857044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-homeweork-i-miss-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-558582291464361466</id><published>2007-06-04T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:16:47.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLLLLLLOOOO PEEEEEEOOPPLLLLEEEE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THESE are my share of photos /videos:DD of the geog trippp! GO TO RACHEL'S BLOG FOR THE WHOLE STORY (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifikissedyou-.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://ifikissedyou-.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER since she and amelia didn't shop with us (grr! haha) they don't have the fabulous excitingggg story of the &lt;strong&gt;ANJACKS:D&lt;/strong&gt; (that shall be in the next post!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the PICS(: for totally grabbing pusposes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RmUo4r-sP-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fcK0tP27ksA/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072505509646188514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RmUo4r-sP-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fcK0tP27ksA/s320/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RmUksL-sP9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bdrNUoxYrtg/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072500896851312594" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RmUI-7-sPzI/AAAAAAAAADo/GPDiZ36LoHM/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RmUGs7-sPxI/AAAAAAAAADY/_BQukWkOvN0/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072467924387381010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RmUGs7-sPxI/AAAAAAAAADY/_BQukWkOvN0/s320/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-558582291464361466?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/558582291464361466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=558582291464361466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/558582291464361466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/558582291464361466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/hellllllloooo-peeeeeeoopplllleeee-these.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RmUo4r-sP-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/fcK0tP27ksA/s72-c/DSC00914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471433.post-72002909021117848</id><published>2007-06-04T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:17:32.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZINESS 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6xnjUGhcfQE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6xnjUGhcfQE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the crazy things we do on the bus:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-72002909021117848?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/72002909021117848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=72002909021117848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/72002909021117848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/72002909021117848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/craziness-2.html' title='CRAZINESS 2'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-7320008753132149388</id><published>2007-06-04T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:53:42.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZINESS (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/w2yCJPzyp1c' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/w2yCJPzyp1c'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAA SEE! TISHA CALLS RHUBBINI VAIN BUT DID YOU SEE HER VAIN SIDE JUST NOW. POSING FOR THE VIDEO :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-7320008753132149388?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7320008753132149388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=7320008753132149388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7320008753132149388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7320008753132149388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/craziness.html' title='CRAZINESS (:'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-7676873300784537534</id><published>2007-05-04T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T07:52:54.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid blogger hangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i decreased the font so nobody can read from far. maybe smaller would be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay. good this is a safe size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;history, okay. english, sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel so pessimistic now. why am i so untalented in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i didn't study at all today. went for stupid paatu class which i hate ohsomuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;played basketball with my cousins who wouldn't be playing with me even if my sister was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then came home where my cousins and my mother and sis played caramboard and i sat at the side cause i was too bad at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why am i so untalented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was supposed to play, but my mother came in. and wanted to play. then she was going to play instead of my other cousin. then the exact words of my cousin was ' eh let him play. he plays very well.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the end i was kicked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i ask again, why am i so untalented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my sister is like so successful in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;should i post this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-7676873300784537534?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7676873300784537534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=7676873300784537534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7676873300784537534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7676873300784537534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-blogger-hangs.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-267197918277751564</id><published>2007-04-28T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:29:18.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Saturday, my best friend, chandni shyam and i, had the bestest time playing in the rain :D&lt;br /&gt;it's really a wonderful thing to get wet in the rain, everyone should try it once! WE TOTALLY RECOMMEND IT! (:&lt;br /&gt;and here are the pictures that we took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZmEfSlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bxh5xpqKIpg/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058391644229814866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZmEfSlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bxh5xpqKIpg/s320/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZmEfSmI/AAAAAAAAADA/LpgkglfPizs/s1600-h/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058391644229814882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZmEfSmI/AAAAAAAAADA/LpgkglfPizs/s320/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZ2EfSnI/AAAAAAAAADI/TigXsaPDpCI/s1600-h/Photo0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058391648524782194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZ2EfSnI/AAAAAAAAADI/TigXsaPDpCI/s320/Photo0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZ2EfSoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WDQWcqOi4jg/s1600-h/Photo0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058391648524782210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZ2EfSoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WDQWcqOi4jg/s320/Photo0023.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/36471433-267197918277751564?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/267197918277751564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=267197918277751564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/267197918277751564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/267197918277751564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-saturday-my-best-friend-chandni.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RjMEZmEfSlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bxh5xpqKIpg/s72-c/Photo0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471433.post-5686562944543011434</id><published>2007-04-20T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:14:05.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YESTERDAY WAS RI ALL ARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was sooo exciting! this is how it all went down (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to visit the dancers who were getting ready! rhubbini looked hot! haha and she'll say she already knew that. I LOVE YOU BOOB! and tisha and i kept peeping at the international dancers, namely BRINTHA! :D brintha is hot! ahah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, then she came with us! so we all went into the bus and reached RI.&lt;br /&gt;the dancers left and we sat in our seats. AND MY SISTER CAME!&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT, WE GOT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CHAMPIONS FOR B DIV NETBALL!&lt;/span&gt; i'm sooo proud of her!&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="406" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.2&amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;th=1120e7bc9e46308a" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! haha. it was like THE DAY for rgs, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;VICTORY AFTER VICTORY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the thing started, there were a few weird singing items (for which anu had a lot of HILARIOUS things to say! and we had a good time talking while we were supposed to keep quiet!) and then the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEBATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjana was fabulous! she was soo good! she sounded like SUCH a pro debater and her voice was loud and good! then arasi spoke, she looked so HOT haha and she was REALLY GOOD AS WELL. by then i was sure that we would get first (: razia and sutha spoke &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARVELOUSLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and WE WERE SURE THAAT WE WOULD WINN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was danceeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;all the schools were quite boring, and anu, brintha, shivani, nageis, vithya and i kept talking through all of them, we din't quite pay attention x) but cedar's was actually really good. and i actually was quite scared for rgs. and then we looked at the dancers sitting behind and BOOB THE BABE, and WE GOT THE CONFIDENCE IN THEM :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went onstage and looked &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAZZLING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all their steps were great and boob was our STAR! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU BOOB THE BABE!&lt;/span&gt; (anu was saying we should have brought signs to wave :D) and you guys rocked, all of youu!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU ARE OUR WINNERS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i'm not just saying, i mean it! ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((: :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha. THEN! the resultsssssssssssssssssssssssssss. there was a five minute break before the results, and there was this peru vellam in my shivani's anu's and vithya's bladders! so we RAAAAAAN to the toilet, let the vellam FLOW :D haha it was hilarious! and RAAAAAAAAAAN back in time for the results. they announced all the katturai things and stuff, and everytime it was rgs' win, we SCREAAAAAAAAMED our hearts out! (by the end of the day, i could feel stuff in my throat, i hope my tonsils haven't come out!) then we got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST FOR DEBATE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;we screamed like anythingg! and then DANCE. arthi showed a 'two' sign, which, meant that we got second. i felt sooo sad, but i was like no, we are going to cheer the MOSSSST and someone suggested that we stand up, and so when they said rgs, WE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND WE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! LIKE ANYTHING, i was already JUMPING! and after that we won theeee &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHALLENGE TROPHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;like todallyy, no surprise there :D and took a group photooooooo! and then anu went homee ): and brintha went home with DHARSH (;) and i went home with SORN and my SIS. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, i was so super hyper, and this was because i felt so bonded ans ics doing the cheers and all, i got so emtional! haha and i was jumping around feeling soo happy. it's the best feeling you can get :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that was the end of the beautiful day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-5686562944543011434?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5686562944543011434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5686562944543011434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5686562944543011434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5686562944543011434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-ri-all-arts.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-7718234643904753897</id><published>2007-04-17T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T04:37:40.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MY GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot of exciting things have been happening in my life and you can't see it here because my blog just about as dead and meaningless as a rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ROCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no. not one with bugs on it either, coz i don't think anyone will want to visit such an outdated blog anyway! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anziewayz [wahaha] thinks that have been happening in my life that are of importance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a lot of other things which i am too lazy to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISCOVERED LOTS OF NEW NICE SONGS namely :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD- GYM CLASS HEROES [!!!!!!!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND- JT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE SWEET ESCAPE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UMBRELLA- RIHANNA JAYZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i would like to MENTION that anu and i went home together today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was being kind :D [yes, love me!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANNDD, i discovered alotalotalot of things, concerning me and not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i'm so glad i talked to you today anu, it made me feel alotbetter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO wish you were in my class ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would've been greaat. D: AH WELLL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what to do noww! i feel lost in this world full of homework and thingss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was a neighbourhood school kid who gets to be homework free now and in the future somehow become the president. AHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'll got to sleep now and wake up at threeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr chandra is being an ass and making us do hw. arghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'll kick him tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayyyyyyyy.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RiSw99KYE0I/AAAAAAAAACw/qwd3wSVdOYc/s1600-h/haha..gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054359260253131586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RiSw99KYE0I/AAAAAAAAACw/qwd3wSVdOYc/s320/haha..gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i like this, it's sooo funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's about it for this blog entry. there'll be pictures when my camera's fixed/ madhu returns me my thumbdrive/ rhub sends me long awaited pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and till then, AUREVOIR makkals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nandita :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-7718234643904753897?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7718234643904753897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=7718234643904753897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7718234643904753897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7718234643904753897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RiSw99KYE0I/AAAAAAAAACw/qwd3wSVdOYc/s72-c/haha..gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471433.post-4909060014508527350</id><published>2007-03-16T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:20:50.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLAMOROUS :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/hFlALoAbFT/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/hFlALoAbFT/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;glamorously glam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-4909060014508527350?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4909060014508527350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=4909060014508527350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4909060014508527350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/4909060014508527350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/glamorous-d.html' title='GLAMOROUS :D'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-2313303658476787438</id><published>2007-03-10T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T07:50:05.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE HERE FINALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there are like a million bees outside my house, my mom says a beehive was broken or something and there are three dead bees in the toilet. scaryy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfO6eQaPNlI/AAAAAAAAABs/OXwONSTDFSY/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040577436921574994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfO6eQaPNlI/AAAAAAAAABs/OXwONSTDFSY/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lazy to write anything so more pics (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfPLJwaPNoI/AAAAAAAAACE/vAeFXvkllds/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040595776431928962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfPLJwaPNoI/AAAAAAAAACE/vAeFXvkllds/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfPLKgaPNpI/AAAAAAAAACM/Td2fZCqR27o/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfPKcQaPNnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3hqLFtMzeFs/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040594994747881074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfPKcQaPNnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3hqLFtMzeFs/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfO7swaPNmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Da3FI1mbpw/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040578785541305954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfO7swaPNmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Da3FI1mbpw/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfQWnAaPNsI/AAAAAAAAACk/dvq58wNxzXY/s1600-h/nan4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040678742315185858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfQWnAaPNsI/AAAAAAAAACk/dvq58wNxzXY/s320/nan4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfQWVAaPNrI/AAAAAAAAACc/6uz0mc8LHIo/s1600-h/threeofuss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040678433077540530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfQWVAaPNrI/AAAAAAAAACc/6uz0mc8LHIo/s320/threeofuss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfQWAgaPNqI/AAAAAAAAACU/ATQ2__FNx_U/s1600-h/nandita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040678080890222242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfQWAgaPNqI/AAAAAAAAACU/ATQ2__FNx_U/s320/nandita.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-2313303658476787438?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2313303658476787438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=2313303658476787438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/2313303658476787438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/2313303658476787438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/holidays-are-here-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RfO6eQaPNlI/AAAAAAAAABs/OXwONSTDFSY/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471433.post-5624636915515107758</id><published>2007-02-19T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:58:03.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? my dog's name's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;JEANIE.&lt;/span&gt; not genie. so that's a discovery i made!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-5624636915515107758?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5624636915515107758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5624636915515107758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5624636915515107758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5624636915515107758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/guess-what-my-dogs-names-jeanie.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-6400019648130971609</id><published>2007-02-18T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:20:56.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>replies to tags! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu: yes it does bite, sadly. but not so pain lah. i'm too used to it. aahha. and you can see it tomorrow! when you come over to my house! for RS. :D haha and the chit chat session was funny. and i take pride in being detailed, thankyou very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mansi: HEY MANSI! yes very long, very. and yup i love london bridge too! take care dear! and you're coming back soon! YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brintha: okay, i updated! ahah. and i went home with you like hmm. three times already i think! yay. i'm a nice person :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vidya: haha HEY, HEY, HEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu: you're very welcome dear! and i thought you said you'll wear them on friday ): im very sad. and see you tomorrow! (for the 2nd time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay gtg HOMEWORK D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;nandita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-6400019648130971609?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6400019648130971609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=6400019648130971609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6400019648130971609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6400019648130971609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/replies-to-tags-anu-yes-it-does-bite.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-7076063812926069901</id><published>2007-02-18T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:03:11.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a new phone! sony ericsson walkman :D quite cool. and here are the ASTISTIC pictures i took with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES OF MY DOG, GENIE! finally! ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgYa6CG1YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rt-KoglhGu0/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032799434120287618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="258" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgYa6CG1YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rt-KoglhGu0/s320/DSC00044.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgYbaCG1ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/EBaVjaFTSvI/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032799442710222226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgYbaCG1ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/EBaVjaFTSvI/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgYaqCG1XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2x5Xo6X5UmQ/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032799429825320306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgYaqCG1XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2x5Xo6X5UmQ/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a last picture with mrs fahy! so sad D: WE WILL SERIOUSLY MISS YOU AND YOUR CUTE ACCENT MRS FAHY! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgW96CG1UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/poVzJdi9aCQ/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032797836392453442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgW96CG1UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/poVzJdi9aCQ/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgXXaCG1VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YBYY7xyKlyw/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032798274479117650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgXXaCG1VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YBYY7xyKlyw/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgXXqCG1WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q_tdFg8uamo/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032798278774084962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgXXqCG1WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q_tdFg8uamo/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the last two pics are of my sister looking sad with sorna's aunt's crutches (it's supposed to be a pro looking photo of her inability to walk.) and brintha playing peek-a-boo. haha she looks so cute! and that is all for now. i am too lazy to say anuthing else. haha. au revoir (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-7076063812926069901?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7076063812926069901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=7076063812926069901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7076063812926069901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/7076063812926069901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-got-new-phone-sony-ericsson-walkman.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZtBopK1JqQ/RdgYa6CG1YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rt-KoglhGu0/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471433.post-6564953729530010805</id><published>2007-01-30T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T03:03:45.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i haven't blogged for a long time. and i should now. last saturday's house prac was... SATISFYING (: i feel i did the job well. so no worries. and i am uber lazy to blog the whole week's happenings down. so i shall just blog about today- tuesday 30 jan. i wonder if i should start mentioning the dates since they're ALL wrong. but who cares actually! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a class party today! and it was nicee. and then arasi and i had our chit- chat session with mr lim. it was really retarded. and so weird, he encourages us to keep boyfriends like WHOA. [not now, later] i'm a good girl y'know! ahahahhahahhahahaha. so funny. and he keeps asking me to dance, and about the umbrella x) that incident was hilarious. anu and i were sharing an umbrella, and both of us were DRENCHED. and we met mr lim at the bus-stop and he was like 'so what did you learn to day?' and i said 'bring an umbrella.' HAHA. hilarious or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then anu needed to find a cca. she should join ind, so funn! but she doesn't want to. ): so it's ino for her and rachel then! and then anu vidya and i went to the library. haha we read the health mag for a while and scooted to the bus-stop. that is what the day &lt;u&gt;consisted of.&lt;/u&gt;  what it will consist of will be a b'day party and any leftover hw. thatsall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and i feel so happy. and undepressed. :D i like this feeling! JT- MY LOVE ROCKS (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;` f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; e, r, g&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;e.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can't no other lady put it down like me. fergilicious (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-6564953729530010805?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6564953729530010805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=6564953729530010805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6564953729530010805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6564953729530010805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-havent-blogged-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-5646978786377227386</id><published>2007-01-30T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T02:48:30.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes (: replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava: YES lava, i'm glad you didn't whack me again, because i only saw your tag like a million years later. aahh. and you're WELCOME to come over to my house ANYTIME AT ALL to see the dog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roopali: YES AND ITS NAME'S GENIE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashima: ahah ashima i aintt upset anymore. (:but thanks for rambling and trying to console me anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brintha: STUPID BRINTHA. do you realise that i never did go home with you since that day we took the mrt together after eating fried mars bars? so much for taking 132 togetherr! and sorry for making you wait x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tisha: i'll let you know, TISSUE, that you're FAR naughtier than me. and i believe everyone knows that! and just suck at the drama thing while everyone else rocks. HAHA :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gunjan: hello! yes i ADORE blue! [i think you already know that!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eenette: YES. be jealous eenette, :D i wanted a dog ALL my life and i got one! YAYNESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-5646978786377227386?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5646978786377227386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5646978786377227386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5646978786377227386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5646978786377227386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-replies-to-tags-lava-yes-lava-im.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-5126681285115866961</id><published>2007-01-20T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T03:30:54.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a shitty day [the first part]. house prac started off as usual. and then i got booked, for folding my culottes. like who knew that was an offence. but that just worsened my mood. what really depressed me was that i feel useless as a mass dance captain. i do nothing. ada does everything. i am an utterly shittily stupid mass dance captain who just does the stupid steps which anyone can do. and i feel so alone during house prac. anu was there for the first two, so it was okay. and life just feels weird there. i just feel so idiotic. i hope this feeling improves. really. i'm dancing for ihg. somehow i don't feel good at all. darn. i hate myself at times like these. i just feel sulky and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that ind. it was fun as usual. helped to cheer me up (: but i still felt sad after it ended. ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance class! a good thing she din't do theory much, i'd have died. but i met CHANDNI! for like afterr A YEAR. AND SHE MAY BE COMING TOMORROW! :D to see the baby (: i love her! ahah. she told me about her school in india and stuff. yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! OMGAWD am i in trouble, i had borrowed the cd player from the library for ind, and i had to return it on my OWN. and i forgot to collect it UNTIL TODAY. which means 4 dollars fine and a booking? I'LL KILL MADHU IF THAT HAPPENS. WHILE SHE WAS HAPPILY CHATTING AWAY IN THE CANTEEN I HAD TO GO AND GET IT. i hate my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-5126681285115866961?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5126681285115866961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5126681285115866961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5126681285115866961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5126681285115866961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-shitty-day-first-part.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-5559228325153353715</id><published>2007-01-12T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:23:54.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're dancing with joy now, my sis and i. with our beloved puppy trotting near our feet. oh how i love my baby. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-5559228325153353715?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5559228325153353715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=5559228325153353715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5559228325153353715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/5559228325153353715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/were-dancing-with-joy-now-my-sis-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-839773163945288022</id><published>2007-01-11T03:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:18:18.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days of christmas- INDIAN MUCH (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/owK5tHjL0aE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/owK5tHjL0aE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;super cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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(:'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-1797272108477712347</id><published>2007-01-11T03:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:12:36.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lee ryan- when i think of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/A0VQ6fk52E4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/A0VQ6fk52E4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the sweetest thing is what you are (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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you'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-3351291037768424260</id><published>2007-01-11T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:44:13.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY LOVE IS AT HOME! like looking ever so cute! she's so DAMN adorable. like today morning, i was tying my shoelaces. i tied one foot, and while i was tying the other, she untied my other foot's one! :D isn't that cute? well, maybe not to some of you, but whatever my baby does, i just seem to think it's the most wonderful thing any living thing could do. (: like everytime i go near her playpen, she starts jumping and puts her paws on the bars, like then i just HAVE to pick her up. she TEMPTS me! :D and i put her on my lap after coming back from school, and she has a nice nap on my lap, getting one belly rub after another! :D and we took pics of her in her sofa thing, but i don't know how to upload them, so they shall have to wait (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadlyy, my BABY does not have a NAME. it was xena at first, then my dad did not like it. then something else, i forgot. but it's been forever since we started deciding, and still we can't settle for one. damn. anyway, as long as she's with us, the name can take its time. i think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other stuff... 207. not bad actually, with arasi and vidya there to entertain me. mok, aishu and elizabeth sit in front of me. and that's just about it. i don't really interact much with anybody else besides these people and lavanya and tisha and rhubbini and leena and people i know. so i guess we aren't that bonded a class after all ): maybe we should give it some time? maybe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anu and ashima? they're dying worse than me! with extreme bimbos and people in their classes. whoa. if only they were transferred to my class, the world would be right again. :D but i suppose we'll have to live. we meet up ALL the time during recess and lunch anyway. so. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CHANDNI'S BACK FROM INDIA. OMG. and she doesn't know about my furry baby yet! i better tell her soon, if not she'll be mad. don't worry chandni, my baby is as much yours as it is mine. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can say about my gross life for now i think. and i LOVE MY BABY! until she gets a name, i shall call her my baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-3351291037768424260?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3351291037768424260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=3351291037768424260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3351291037768424260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3351291037768424260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-love-is-at-home-like-looking-ever-so.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-6586386043072843356</id><published>2007-01-06T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:28:55.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a horrendously exhausting day! i'm really not sure if i'm alive right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started off at five fifty in the morning, deceived into thinking that the day ahead was going to be an enjoyable one. my first house prac as a richard house commer (: and i wanted to make a difference! (:aftthat i was supposed to go and see my maltese! but she needs to get a second injection so, she has to stay at the pet shop. anyway, the shop owner's really nice (: she's got a &lt;em&gt;golden retriever!&lt;/em&gt; like whoa! who just gave birth! and and and the shop lady asked my sister and i to help choose one of the pups to keep in memory of the mama when she dies. ): and she was like, ' i think if my dog dies, i'll die with her.' awww. isn't that touching? :') and after that i would have my dance lessons. which i never did like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to house prac; took part in all the screaming and stuff. and i was quite tired already, thanks to anu i was able to be alive. (: and then it ended. and then ind. and then dance lesson. and then SLEEP. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-6586386043072843356?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6586386043072843356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=6586386043072843356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6586386043072843356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6586386043072843356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-horrendously-exhausting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-9019002609153113125</id><published>2007-01-02T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:27:30.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh my gods galore (:</title><content type='html'>there are a few oh my gods that are going to make up this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and most importantly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG. we're getting a dog! my family, i mean! like a MALTESE, which is damnably adorable! :D:D:D and there was much rejoicing (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like super duper obedient. and cute. and toilet trained already. and CUTE. and and and CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. oh my god number two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, school's starting already! i feel so unprepared. ): but it'll be okay i suppose, as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. my class! haha. made up of the people i least imagined to be in myy class! ahah. 207.&lt;br /&gt;and ): 09's spit up. TERRIBLY. ): ah well. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i have no oh my gods left! hahah. well, gtg eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i LOVE my sisterr! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-9019002609153113125?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9019002609153113125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=9019002609153113125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/9019002609153113125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/9019002609153113125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2007/01/ooh-my-gods-galore.html' title='ooh my gods galore (:'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-3169788039674206989</id><published>2006-12-29T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:27:15.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am THOROUGHLY annoyed with my ears. they're like freaking killing me! blocked to the core. and i think my eardrums might tear.  heh. the aeroplane. or airplane. i wonder which! spellcheck says that both are right. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK FROM INDIA. and i do wonder. if it's incredible india, or incredibly india. see the diff? :) anyways, i have like a TON of things to write about. after a GOOD rest. heehee. watch some telly, eat junk food. ;) this year's trip was. er. eventful? yeah. met celebs! :D indian ones. and did other stuff. COOL stuff, FUN stuff, RIGHT stuff, NOT SO RIGHT stuff, DISGUSTING stuff, STUFF basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. later. grandma's ringing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-3169788039674206989?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3169788039674206989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=3169788039674206989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3169788039674206989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/3169788039674206989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-thoroughly-annoyed-with-my-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-2061732211293112870</id><published>2006-11-20T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:00:27.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, and i forgot to mention one small teeny weeny itty bitty thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO INDIA TODAY. :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahaha. so. i may not blog or come online on msn until 30th december (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SO BYE ALL YOU PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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/36471433-2061732211293112870?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2061732211293112870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=2061732211293112870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/2061732211293112870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/2061732211293112870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-and-i-forgot-to-mention-one-small.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-6895757555738545924</id><published>2006-11-20T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:39:19.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like so tired and bored. weirdd combination. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i have to post the postable photos from class chalet (:&lt;br /&gt;blog about the chalet!&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;YES! shopping at mustafa!&lt;br /&gt;and?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVIE MARATHON AT ANU'S HOUSE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, how many people were supposed to turn up?&lt;br /&gt;four.&lt;br /&gt;ashima, janine, michelle, and me.&lt;br /&gt;how many turned up?&lt;br /&gt;me. (ashima's mom is sick ): ; janine overseas; michelle - din't even call)&lt;br /&gt;that's okay i still had fun!&lt;br /&gt;i met anu at the mrt, we just walked around east point was it? for a while and went to her house. anu's mom and sister were watching shrek! so we joined them. i was being so shy! haha. and then we watched salaam namaste, AGAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROCODILE DUNDEE SCENES (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crocodile dundee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;his babe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;saif/preity [they want to rent his house]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't the trust indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Babes, what i always the say about indians?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eggjactly.[horse sound] Means, I don't the trust the indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But you're indian yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was indian. was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are two kinds of indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Babes, what the two kind of indians are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eggjactly. [horse sound] One, the kind you can't trust. Two, the kind you can't tolerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Where's the other bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just in case we have guests over-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO GUESTS! I don't want any guests over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looks here, just the twos of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Babes, tell them the how much i hate the guest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eggjactly. [horse sound] So, you are wantings the house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No second, only first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to burger king to buy lunch. i got a cheeseburger without meat. like there was NOTHING in it. only cucumbers, mustard and sauce- no cheese. like hello it's a cheeseburger! but that's okay i wasn't that hungry. and then we watched daddy daycare! halfway through, and then i had to go home ):&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; thankyou anu! for the wonderful time! :D heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D and so. i got a new adidas wallet. IT'S SO PRITTY. i LOVE it! it's reallyreally slim, black outside and hot pink inside (i didn't like that part) and loong. with adidas on the front! :D LOVE IT. i also got an adidas waterbottle! i'm starting to fall in love with adidas. :D and we got so many other cool stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay gtg now, chalet pics later (: bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-6895757555738545924?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6895757555738545924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=6895757555738545924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6895757555738545924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/6895757555738545924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-i-am-like-so-tired-and-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-8359704339276399656</id><published>2006-11-15T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:03:45.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really wanted to find the song 'the elephunk theme', i heard a bit and i absolutely loved it. so i spent a long time trying to find it. i finally found it. HURRAH! (: and and and CHALET TODAY! I SO CAN'T WAIT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-8359704339276399656?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8359704339276399656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=8359704339276399656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8359704339276399656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/8359704339276399656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-really-wanted-to-find-song-elephunk.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116316790390105584</id><published>2006-11-10T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:30.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BEEP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/XsJw2mAmQmg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/XsJw2mAmQmg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;HILARIOUS, once again :D damn spasticated. ahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116316790390105584?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116316790390105584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116316790390105584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116316790390105584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116316790390105584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/beep-hilarious-once-again-d-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116308098645712459</id><published>2006-11-09T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:30.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POWER TO BANANAS&lt;br /&gt;B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;we're number 1&lt;br /&gt;B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;we're also here for fun&lt;br /&gt;BANANAs got the ball,&lt;br /&gt;we're in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT bananas,&lt;br /&gt;we impossible to BEAT!&lt;br /&gt;this bunch is bananas&lt;br /&gt;B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;this bunch is bananas&lt;br /&gt;B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;this bunch is bananas&lt;br /&gt;B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;Bananas of 106 UNITE~!!&lt;br /&gt;peel banana peel peel banana x2&lt;br /&gt;shake banana shake shake banana x2&lt;br /&gt;chop banana chop chop banana x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 106 cheer. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;vidya&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wanted me to post this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116308098645712459?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116308098645712459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116308098645712459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116308098645712459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116308098645712459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/power-to-bananas-b-n-n-s-were-number-1.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116306943471910480</id><published>2006-11-09T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:30.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finished math and i want to blog(: haven't heard from ashima yett):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love domo! i think he's really adorable! :D ahaha. domo: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/1600/domo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/320/domo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/1600/20030913_01[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/320/20030913_01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domoliciousness! :D&lt;br /&gt;and keane! i love their songs(: that's why i changed the song to this is the last time, or will be!&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bientot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116306943471910480?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116306943471910480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116306943471910480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116306943471910480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116306943471910480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-finished-math-and-i-want-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116306080367342483</id><published>2006-11-09T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:30.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling sad. ashima may not be able to come for the chalet! )): I WANT HER TO COME. that's why i was trying my very best to help her convince her mom. god, i hope she allows! PRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no comments on my gpa):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think my previuos posts are were quite meaningless, except for the one on one/nine(: that was TOTALLY meaningful. i mean the rest are soo boring. unlike others' blogs, they have pictures and everything, haha. hmm. i'll try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahaha, one thing i must mention. in anu's progress report, mr chandra wrote, 'anupriya is a &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; girl.' HAHA. LIKE HOW FUNNY IS THAT! :D supraja says he may be retiring next year. CAN'T WAIT x) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meanmean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait for chalet! i really hope ashima's coming ): and and and the movie marathon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking a lot nowdays, because i travel home alone EVERYDAY. like vidya said [quoting hannah] if you travel home alone, you get to think about the day, because you don't have a group of girls to make noise with! and it's nice, to think. and i'm so engrossed in it that i have no idea who sits next to me in the bus or when my stop comes! but of course in the end i do get down(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my advice for you is, THINK! it's good for you, trust me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now, AU REVOIR! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116306080367342483?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116306080367342483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116306080367342483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116306080367342483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116306080367342483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116286286861597729</id><published>2006-11-06T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/1600/anuandi!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/1600/anurti!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/320/anurti%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME , ANU((: , ARTY FARTY:D&lt;br /&gt;after drama night! bimbos and the nerdd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116286286861597729?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116286286861597729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116286286861597729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116286286861597729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116286286861597729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-anu-arty-fartyd-after-drama-night.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116281100696554683</id><published>2006-11-06T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friedmarsbarss!! I LOVE THEM! that's why i wanted my mom to make them at home! so my sis and i went to the shop to buy mars bars, chocolate syrup, and vanilla ice cream :D while my mom prepared the batter! BUT. the flour she used was wrong, so today we tried again, and it ROCKED! now i can TOTALLY make fried mars bars at home! :D because it's 90% as good! :D but that doesn't mean i won't go out with friends to far east (: then, it's more of enjoying their company than enjoying the food. (: aww. haha. roopsy came over! gave her fried mars bars, i wonder if she liked it :/ heehee. anyway, feeling very bored ): nothing special has happened, and i still miss one/nine ): and i'm sooo glad i can make it for the chalet now! :D i LOVE 1/9! i seriously do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, no more for now! (: CYA DARLINGS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116281100696554683?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116281100696554683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116281100696554683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116281100696554683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116281100696554683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/friedmarsbarss-i-love-them-thats-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116278329389081290</id><published>2006-11-05T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="410" border="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12pt;" align="middle" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;How will you die a horrible horrible death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Play the violin to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom" height="30"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0099cc" href="http://www.quizheaven.com/quiz.php?id=2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0099cc" href="http://www.quizheaven.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;QuizHeaven.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE THE VIOLIN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116278329389081290?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116278329389081290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116278329389081290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116278329389081290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116278329389081290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-will-you-die-horrible-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116278237858499660</id><published>2006-11-05T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nandita --&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[noun]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A level headed person who always makes the wrong decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nandita's Amazing Mental Ability ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Your Amazing Mental Ability" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/brain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can turn trout into guns, and occasionally grenades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Remember ... with great power comes great responsibility!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=142"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;'What is your Amazing Mental Ability?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nandita's synonym --&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy (... as in lunatic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=141"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;'What is your synonym?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;can't say i don't agree! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="410" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:12pt;" align="middle" &gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What's your secret fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Batteries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom" height="30"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0099cc" href="http://www.quizheaven.com/quiz.php?id=37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0099cc" href="http://www.quizheaven.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;QuizHeaven.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yeah right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116278237858499660?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116278237858499660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116278237858499660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116278237858499660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116278237858499660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/nandita-noun-level-headed-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116278074835953563</id><published>2006-11-05T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="410"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Nandita-5-8-14.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116278074835953563?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116278074835953563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116278074835953563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116278074835953563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116278074835953563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-will-your-obituary-say-at.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116278062497936523</id><published>2006-11-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/tombstone-Nandita-2.jpg" width="254" height="401"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=41"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116278062497936523?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116278062497936523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116278062497936523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116278062497936523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116278062497936523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-this-quiz-at-quizgalaxy.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116263399897225988</id><published>2006-11-04T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WE LIVE IN SINGAPURA - mr brown show.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/MEyqvZOstII"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/MEyqvZOstII" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;HILARIOUS. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116263399897225988?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116263399897225988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116263399897225988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116263399897225988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116263399897225988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-live-in-singapura-mr-brown-show.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116262976240358604</id><published>2006-11-04T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE NINE, YOU BLOW MY MIND.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i'm going to dedicate the following post to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ONE OH NINE&lt;/span&gt;. I LOVE YOU LIKE CRAZY EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! I AM SOOO GONNA MISS THIS CLASS. everytime i think about it i just start tearing, sigh... i would be the HAPPIEST person in the WORLD if they weren't going to split us up. seriously. all we can do is pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this class has done SO much for me. the teachers. the people. when i entered rgs, i was the quiet-quiet type. i know you can't believe it. but i was. and the reason i'm the complete opposite right now is one oh nine. i know this seems like a BAD change, but I am grateful to one nine for changing me. i'm so much happier this way. (:&lt;br /&gt;i had NUMEROUS ups and downs during my stay in this class. i ain't just saying. i have at times seriously cried my heart out and waited for the year to end as quickly and as painlessly as possible. but now, as i look back and think of all the times i took this class for granted, i realise what a fool i was. this class has done maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyy things for me, and i will never forget it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOST BONDED CLASS&lt;/span&gt; and will always be! :D &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I LOOVE ONE NINE! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/320/EDITEDD..jpg" width="539" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;N * I * N E R * S **&lt;br /&gt;N * I * N E R * S **&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves around us, one-oh-niners&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves around us, one-oh-niners&lt;br /&gt;Being the 9th wonder of the world&lt;br /&gt;We strive **&lt;br /&gt;We strive **&lt;br /&gt;Achieving our dreams and goals as a team&lt;br /&gt;Netball carn to us is just OOH - LAH - LAH&lt;br /&gt;Drama night to us is just OOH - LAH - LAH&lt;br /&gt;Though we will fight, working hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;NINERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Once a niner, always a niner _ **_*&lt;br /&gt;Striving together, forever _ **_*&lt;br /&gt;In this carn, let's have some fun&lt;br /&gt;We'll beat you down and take the crown-own&lt;br /&gt;Cos once a niner, always a niner! _ **_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and i dedicate the song, stickwitu [which should be playing right now] to one oh nine, i love y'all, and i OBVIOUSLY want to stick with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;was depressing. OBVIOUSLY. there were two things wrong with this day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mrs ho was seriously pissed with us for asking her to pay for the class tee.&lt;br /&gt;2. our last freaking day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec four farewell. we weren't too excited about it, except for people like vidya, hah. we were just standing there; our legs aching and all [poor brenda was almost taking a nap there!]&lt;br /&gt;we were already upset about the fact that mrs ho did not turn up for drama night the previous day. we din't understand why she was being so petty and blowing such a tiny thing out of proportion. we were extremely sorry, and we even dedicated our play to her!&lt;br /&gt;we were doing everything we could to try and make it up to her, and there she comes along saying that she's going to pay for mrs fahy's shirt and we shouldn't ask her to pay. poor yihong and aditi had to endure her meanness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached class, it was recess. anu, ashima and i took CRAZYY pics! it was SOO fun. (: i'm gonna miss them. (: and jiaying fell in love with me and proposed! i'm allowing her to have kaizin as her mistress, haha. i love one nine! everyone makes me laugh like crazy (: we rock. and then we had to clean it up. [and boy did i have a tough time trying to drag my two plastic bags of THICK books around the school later that day.] after that we all sat down and watched our gym videos, and they were hilarious. haha. and then we watched the mr brown show- talking cock in parliament (: [the following post] we even created our own version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a one-oh-niner,&lt;br /&gt;it's not perfect living,&lt;br /&gt;but at least it's interesting,&lt;br /&gt;i am a one-oh-niner,&lt;br /&gt;though it's very crazy,&lt;br /&gt;we win other classes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we did the hip hop dance- hips don't lie for mrs ho! everything seemed to be okay between us then. and she seemed quite nice. and then we did our drama night skit for her! at the end we dedicated the play to mrs fahy and her again, and told her that we &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; actually say that during the actual performance actually. and that's when it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs ho started telling us about how much she enjoyed teaching the class, and the waterfalls started flowing. i have never seen jiaying cry, and she was the first one to do so, and she set me off. arthi was sitting behind anu, ashima, and i and giving us a commentary on her crying, haah. everyone was hugging each other, and crying. the thought of that being the last day together was &lt;em&gt;UNBEARABLE. &lt;/em&gt;so all of us were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;CRYING, HUGGING. CRYING, HUGGING. CRYING, HUGGING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one nine as a whole is this VERY VERY bonded class. [omg i'm tearing!] i will seriously die without one nine. one nine, YOU BLOW MY MIND. getting emotional! i will move on. for more useful facts about one nine, visit jiaying's blog. she has a way with words(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CLASSMATES.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YOU!&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/36471433-116262976240358604?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116262976240358604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116262976240358604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116262976240358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116262976240358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-nine-you-blow-my-mind.html' title='ONE NINE, YOU BLOW MY MIND.'/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116219687904397836</id><published>2006-10-30T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the previous post turned out weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116219687904397836?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116219687904397836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116219687904397836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219687904397836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219687904397836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/previous-post-turned-out-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116219675566155662</id><published>2006-10-30T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay i just need to say ONE more thing. okay listen up people, this is important:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i will NEVER, and i mean it, NEVER beg people to tag in my blog. i am going to follow jiaying's advice. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[i know following jiaying's advice itself is not advisable, but i felt she was right, at least this once.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;even if it means my blog will rot and die.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so now we got that clear! YAY.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/36471433-116219675566155662?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116219675566155662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116219675566155662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219675566155662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219675566155662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-i-just-need-to-say-one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116219585681785557</id><published>2006-10-30T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>err. that's weird. but nevermind. i don't think people ever read this anyway, so NO PROBLEM. let it continue being wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116219585681785557?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116219585681785557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116219585681785557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219585681785557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219585681785557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/err.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116219574317308746</id><published>2006-10-30T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:29.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i just realised that all the timings and dates shown on the blog are WRONG. okay, so i'm writing this at 3:56 on 30th of october. let's see if it does show the correct date and time. the previous post also was only like five minutes back! okay i'll post this now and see if it's correct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116219574317308746?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116219574317308746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116219574317308746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219574317308746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219574317308746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg-i-just-realised-that-all-timings.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116219376992306358</id><published>2006-10-29T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:28.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was reading the previous post and i myself found it extremely irritating that i used a 'haha' after like EACH SENTENCE. very very irritating.so from now on i will refrain from using 'haha' unless ABSOLUTELY necessary. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was okay. nothing special. i was thinking of writing a letter to everybody in class. i better get started. and i owe many people b'day gifts! I NEED TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today i was supposed to go for 6hope chalet! BUT I HAD TO MISS IT. because of the stupid mass dance session. then that one also cancelled. then got the digital portfolio, but that one also deadline extended to friday. but i already told jedidah that i'm not coming! SO I CANNOT GO. ): lucky me! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BETTER GET TO WORK ON THOSE LETTERS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116219376992306358?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116219376992306358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116219376992306358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219376992306358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116219376992306358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-reading-previous-post-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116194843779569341</id><published>2006-10-27T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:28.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah. i'm so tired. today was FUN. :D haha. ashima, anu and i were trying to teach jiaying bollywood steps for her sec 4 farewell thing. haha. JIAYING WAS PATHETIC. HAHA. but we enjoyed (: all of us were prancing about the room, but jiaying wasn't hah. and then arthi and priya joined. AND WE STARTED WATCHING KAL HO NAA HO. OMG so fun! we first watched the song, pretty woman and tried to follow the moves. haha WE WERE ALL PATHETIC. but it was DARN fun. haha. and then arty farty wanted to watch the movie real bad. so we sat down in front of the screen and started watching from the starting. haha. AND THEN ashima gave a false alarm that someone was coming, and we quickly closed the window. ): that was the end of the movie-watching session. haah wish we could take PICS. haha! AND! there was this time where ashima was RIDING anu. HAHA. RIDING HER YOU KNOW. anu was lying on the floor and this ashima was sitting on her back. AND THEN THE CHINESE TEACHER CAME IN! HAHA. AND SHE SAW THEM IN THAT POSITION. it looked BAD. [well, i don't know if she actually SAW them, but probably!] haha. she came in because we were screaming and everything. haha. and ashima didn't realise that someone was there until the teacher LEFT. ahah! and then we resumed the nonsense! HAHA. after all of that we went to the knowledge hub to finish up our stooopeed digital portfolio. haah. and i was annoying anu the whole time with weird noises and she in turn was annoying jiaying with questions about the digital portfolio. RIGHT JIAYING? haha. and then i did a bit of work and i just couldn't take it anymore. i had SO MANY windows opened up, and i was SO LOST that i couldn't remember where i left off if i left my table to go annoy ashima for a few minutes. heh. and then i saved everything on my comp, and i couldn't be bothered soo much that i named some of them like blah. haah. i just hope i remember which is which when i go back on monday to do. ohwell, if i don't, IT'S BACK TO THE START FOR ME. not like i did much, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while going home, i had a VERY important and CRUCIAL decision to make. two people were FIGHTING over me! like OH MY GAWD, i am so popularr! [haha, SOO into character. btw, i think bimbos are GROSS. haah. just for the record. (:] i wanted to go home with both ashima and anu but, alas, i could go home with only one of them. so of course the most correct way of deciding was to use the 'touch one finger' method. and i got ashima! and saying goodbye to anu  was a very painful thing for us to do, but we hadd to do it. sigh. AND THEN ashima turned into this very kind and generous being and said lets follow anu! so both of us crept up behind her and used our umbrellas [the free ones given in the canteen!:D] to poke anu from behind. hah. she got a FRIGHT, i BET. haah. after that, anu went the opposite side so we had to split up. so ashima and i took the train together, and BOY WAS IT WEIRD. haha. ashima dropped her waterbottle that she KEEPS BITING. [i hope she din't bite it after that! and we came up with the equation 'hsquareds=na' haah. AND that was the end of this beautiful day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was a loooongg post. AND BLOGGING IS ADDICTING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116194843779569341?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116194843779569341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116194843779569341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116194843779569341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116194843779569341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116174409378342745</id><published>2006-10-24T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:28.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those three words, are said too much, they're not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116174409378342745?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116174409378342745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116174409378342745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116174409378342745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116174409378342745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-three-words-are-said-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116174389786275892</id><published>2006-10-24T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:28.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by this song, in the previous post, i meant promiscuous girl. but THIS song [chasing cars] i will never get sick of. BUT just in case, it's only being played once. (: SO ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116174389786275892?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116174389786275892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116174389786275892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116174389786275892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116174389786275892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/by-this-song-in-previous-post-i-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116174290912407712</id><published>2006-10-24T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:28.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah the last few posts were so STUPID. when i look at it again, i wonder why i write such stupid things. haha. but i'm not going to delete it BECAUSE it's fun, to look back at the craazzyy things i wrote. heh! sigh. anyways, i watched the perfect man yesterday. it was quite boring. i didn't understand a SINGLE thing! well, maybe it's just me. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of this song! it's been playing ooverr and oooverrrrr again, that i'm SICK OF IT. i'm going to change the song, but this time, PLAY ONCE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have completely NO plans for today. that's a bad thing. that just means i'm going to WHILE my time away in front of the comp. like an idiot. LIKE I'M DOING NOW. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO time to continue being bored! GOODBYE. and come again(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116174290912407712?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116174290912407712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116174290912407712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116174290912407712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116174290912407712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/hah-last-few-posts-were-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116168922494395021</id><published>2006-10-24T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:28.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/1600/SALAAM%20NAMASTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/320/SALAAM%20NAMASTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAMBAR VS. NICK! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/1600/salaam!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1262/4076/320/salaam%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;salaam namaste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116168922494395021?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116168922494395021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116168922494395021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116168922494395021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116168922494395021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/hambar-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116167536988390319</id><published>2006-10-24T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:28.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK. omg. my hair is OKAY. i don't feel like a change took place! THE WHOLE PURPOSE IS LOST. darn. ah, nevermind. better than nothing! haha. borrowed the cd salaam namaste to watch. SAIF ROCKS. and preity zinta ROCKS EVEN MORE. I LOVE THEM. haha. bet some of you don't know who the hell they are. or is there even anybody who bothers to read this nonsense? i'll MAKE you read then. muahahaha. ok whatever. that was so stupid.  haha. on the way back my hair kept getting stuck in the umbrella like OW!! i had to pull it out. hah. NOW i'm gonna go watch SALAAM NAMASTE! yay. movies rock. but i couldn't borrow scary movie 1/2/3/4 because i was below 16! like PLEASE. i can get my mom to go and borrow for me! as simple as that. some of the scenes are very gross though, haha. but funny! GO WATCH. (: OHOHOH. AND WATCH OLIVIA! if you know raven, then you MIGHT know that raven [from that's so raven] acted in the cosby show when she was THREE! ADORABLE!!!!! OMG she's the cutest thing on the planet. YES, YES cuter than me! haah. KIDDING. okok. preity is waiting! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36471433-116167536988390319?l=dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/116167536988390319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36471433&amp;postID=116167536988390319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116167536988390319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36471433/posts/default/116167536988390319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingbluepotatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/back.html' title=''/><author><name>nandita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088156985064496058</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-36471433.post-116166948807827799</id><published>2006-10-23T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:19:28.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBODY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! created a blog! ON MY OWN! there was this weird problem with the links, they were WHITE. then i used dreamweaver to correct it, and YAY it works! [thanks jiaying for trying to help! (:] i'm going for a haircut now! i'm getting a fringe! WHOO. i LOVE cutting my hair. because i always get bored of my hair after a while. i crave for a CHANGE. something DIFFERENT. to keep me going! if not my life would become a draaagg and i would HATE it. to the core. SO i perk up my life with a new hairstyle! GENIUS right? yesyes the blue lady is always brilliant. 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