<?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-3369110</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:27:58.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fobaliicious!</title><subtitle type='html'>Its all about being true to yourself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-107543163276024540</id><published>2004-01-29T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T23:00:36.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is why I haven't blogged in days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI...It's finals week. I don't really have time to update as I much as I would really like to, but I am posting pictures that Kasia's generous father took of my WTP class. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I LOVE THE CLASS. oh man...these came out great. Husain also took more pictures during the actualy Congressional Hearing but I'll try uploading those later. in the meantime...here you go. =)!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://zarzycki.org/~jurek/Misc/wtp/"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;^this is my entire WE THE PEOPLE CLASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://zarzycki.org/~jurek/Misc/wtp/wtp-Pages/Image1.html"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;^This is my UNIT 2 GROUP. from the left to right. Andrew, Raman, Me, Anum, and Ankit. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF THESE PICTURES DONT WORK....i hate you blog... go here instead. &lt;a href="http://zarzycki.org/~jurek/Misc/wtp/wtp.html"&gt;WTP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying. tomm = last day of finals week =)&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/3369110-107543163276024540?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/107543163276024540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/107543163276024540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107543163276024540' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-107061013201023297</id><published>2003-12-04T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T23:50:03.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smehta16/detail?.dir=/We+the+People-IHS&amp;.dnm=WTP-District+Group.jpg"&gt;We The People Picture at Districts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at We the People District Competition today. The picture makes it really hard to see everyone but I plan on taking more at Regionals. TODAY WAS SOOOOOOOOO AWESOME. I loved today. Im kinda beat at the moment and I have to study for SATs so I'll blog about recent events later as well as WTP. Im really happy. stupid sats are ruining my mood tho. But after Saturday...I'm FREE! My life is then completely dedicated to WTP as if it already isn't. Okay. blog later. byeeee&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/3369110-107061013201023297?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/107061013201023297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/107061013201023297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107061013201023297' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106906066978221509</id><published>2003-11-17T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T01:23:00.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOLLLLAAAA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I write anything I want to say this&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I grew up with you. Listened to stories every Sunday of you. Today we gathered in honor of who you were. You sacrificed your life for a greater cause. You took your message of God and shared it with the world person to person. You revolutionized the world with your thoughts and brought people around the world closer to God. You taught us about our culture, our heritage, our religion. You gave us insight on the holy Bhagvad Geeta and the Vedas and gave us a new family...The Swadhyay Parviar. And as youths...we will pass on the torch. You have taught us so much, guided us so much...held our hands on this pathway. You have given us the strength and the courage to the impossible. Thank you Pujiya Dadaji. You left this earth, but you forever remain in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;"Fearlessness is result of faith in oneself and faith in God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am because of you Pujiya Dadaji. RIP. THANK YOU. 10/25/03&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things have happened lately and i've turn into a fat ass about bloggin. &lt;3 fatass..i love it.&lt;br /&gt;spirit week has long passed and the routine has kicked in...dead boring. i've been off campus almost everyday! fatass exactly. good thing i hit up the gym everyday. i got my sat Is scores...shoot me in the face plz. it was day after halloween...and i was studying. so outside my door i put a sign that said.."Studying for SATs...RING DOORBELL AND DIE!" A lot of unexpected shit happened that nite...well actually. that weekend was unexpected. Quest has begun...what a fucking load of crap. DIE QUEST. DIE IHS. im writing this realizing that my biggest pet peeve is whe ppl dont make up their fucking minds. enuf about that. Mansi's bday was on the 7th and that was HELLA FUN!!!!! matrix..and chinese dinner! oh man...&lt;3 you kiddo!!!! swt sixteen..you baby! UC APPS are pissing me off too. I hate my essays...actually no, i hate writing them. school is typical...its fun sometimes. WTP is the best...then BAND, then stats. I have my final unit. &lt;strong&gt;UNIT 2 = raman, andrew, ankit, anum, and me&lt;/strong&gt; i love my group. we have fun together.  our presentations are hella good too. we work so hard. our wtp class is great too..everyone is so dedicated...we're kickin ass. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened other than the fact that ppl choose to walk out of my life..and them come back expecting me to reacting to the presence the same way. im not a person to be walked all over. hail naw. lol. ahh...i need to avoid this subject. i miss jason like crazy. I went to the mall today for that special discount thing with those tickets. it was hella fun..kirbs, me and mansi...and we went crazy...IT WAS THAT VENTI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had a 15hr band trip...it was the most wasted time ever minus about 2 hilarious events that happened. im tired now. late!&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/3369110-106906066978221509?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106906066978221509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106906066978221509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106906066978221509' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106660309498855327</id><published>2003-10-19T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T15:41:52.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT A WEEK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 this week. recapping&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday = seniorita day. that was tight even though i was gypsy...or esmeralda as daniel put it. andrew wore the biggest mustach ever! went to bench that night and decorated my car with white shoepolish. learned the dance...stayed there till 10pm. hella fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday = superhero day. jayne and i were SUPERCLEAN SUPERHEROS. i'll have to post up all my pictures later. kirby and andrew were hella cute. i wore boxers, towel as my cape, yellow gloves, and my weapon was mildew remover spray bottle. after i went to bench again..it was our last night before SENIOR DAY. i stayed till 11ish. We got slurpees while were there. Haris got hurt that day. poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday = SENIOR DAY...yes we are superior by far. hella fun day. so cool. started the day off at 6am at school raiding the parking lot with all our cars making circles and honking our horns. then raided the hallways chanting. no one has spirit like 04. all of us in our black tshirts. rothfuss didnt make us do any work. we showed her our dance and bench and she showed us her car. then we played games. band was fun...dan and i got in trouble but we just left. LUNCHTIME we dominated. go to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/muyheckatighto/"&gt;anthony's lj&lt;/a&gt; to see pictures. our dance was hella fun. our skit was hella funny. we killed the the underclassmen in our games. physics was a drag. afterschool i went out with kirbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday = unity. it was fun. rally was good. shorten periods. nothing other than the night was fun. HOMECOMING FOOTBALL GAME. that was so much fun. almost all the seniors sat together at tak. we sat smack in the front. jayne, both lydias, nick, kirbs, haris, chrislay, dan, carol, razzaq sat on our side, and hella other ppl. IHS = 43 MSJ = 15 THANK YOU =) ppl were chanting MSJ CHEATS. we didn't get triple crown but  then we started chanting RECALL. helal funny. LIZ CHOO IS OUR HOMECOMING QUEEN. =) we all went to denny's afterwards where chrislay got us hella hookups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday = cleaning and hmwk all day. nighttime was homecoming dance. that was hella fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/33897%3B8723232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E2326%3D%3C93%3D32%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23234587%3A778%3Aot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony took this picture of Lydia, Kirby, and me at the homecoming dance. IT was a lot of fun. i saw the biggest hottie. =) I wanted to dance with him too. =/ I had a great time. NIck freaked everyone...and everything! I made my outfit from an indian sharara. it was tight. I loved it. hella fun night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today = ALL HMWK. we're throwing a surprise bday party for my grandfather tonite. and im talking to haris right now about dances and how everyone must go to winterball. i have no idea why i missed out on the dances last year. im stupid. i love my friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&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/3369110-106660309498855327?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106660309498855327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106660309498855327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106660309498855327' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106611381249554175</id><published>2003-10-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T23:47:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;SENIORS '04&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;S P I R I T W E E K&lt;/strong&gt; has begun.  Our bench looks so fantastic. I'll upload pics after Thursday. Our dance is great. Our skit is hilarious. SENIORS ARE KIIIICKIN SOME ASS. I love being spirited. Today was "Sick Day" Almost eveyone wore Sars masks, or came in PJs. I wore pjs, sweater, our jr tshirt =) brought tissues, thermometer, and bandaids. Everyone looked so cute. Junior bench was impressive, but I'm sure our bench will turn more heads. Tomorrow is SENOR/SENORITA day. hahahha...im loving this. wed = superhero day...I've got plans with nick terry. muuwhahha. THURSDAY = SENIORS. i can't get enough of Spirit Week. kendra's house is so much fun. I love working on Benchbuilding. okay. i better go back to hmwk. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember...04 can kick ass. done. bye&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/3369110-106611381249554175?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106611381249554175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106611381249554175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106611381249554175' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106593695548909617</id><published>2003-10-11T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T22:35:55.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tell me your story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT 2s are over. well, writing only. I fucked up pretty bad during the test. And I won't tell anyone my mistake. =/ stupid standardized tests. Waking up was hard seeing how I stayed up till 12:15am talking to Kirbs. I took a nap earlier anyway so it didn't matter and neither one of us could sleep. After...kirbs called and we hit up IHOP. Haris and Dan were too far away to join us. Haris in sunnyvale, but poor ole Dan in EAST OAKLAND. lol. I got home late and I proceeded to a quick shower, and quick hairstylin for senior pics. honestly...my fun day was because of taking senior pictures. I hated getting ready cuz I was so damn lazy, but when I got there, I had so many weird experiences. I met a very gay fat guy. I met a Husain lookalike...not hasan. I was wearing a tank top and the lady was like..IM SORRY HONEY BUT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO PUT THIS TUBE TOP ON! that's my worst nightmare...wearing a tubetop! ah...i didnt thought. The guy's outfits are more shitty than the girls, their shirts are taped on. lol. anyway. so my photo man was hella funny. we were cracking jokes so when i finally had to take my pictures my cheeks were trembling, and i kept on blinking. my senior pictures will suck. =) It was fun. then some hotboy came when i had to leave. what a cutie. afterwards i hit up benchbuilding. nick and i had fun drilling nails into wood, and fixing good ole big ben. fun times. i like bench. i like our CLASS TSHIRTS. IM WEARING IT RIGHT NOW! okay. im done. we still need a skit/dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...all you homecoming freaks. bowling oct 18th. =)&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/3369110-106593695548909617?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106593695548909617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106593695548909617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106593695548909617' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106557010215045981</id><published>2003-10-07T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T16:41:41.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOCKDOWN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so awesome! I went out to lunch (again) staying on campus sucks now. But skipping to 5th period. THERE WAS A LOCKDOWN! Hella funny. There was a gang related fight going on in the neighborhood and some type of hostage situation so our school had a "real" lockdown. it was so funny cuz my WTP class could do nothing but crack jokes the entire time. we started talking about who we would sacrifice if we had to. lol. then we all started telling stories from funny moments, near death experiences, and random stuff. CK wasn't there and half the class was in DC with her so it was hella chill. Mr. Kallio is too weird for me.  anyway...lockdown went on for all of 5th and through 6th which meant...........NO AP PHYSICS TEST! =) that was MY highlight. What was yours? lol. done for the day. bye!&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/3369110-106557010215045981?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106557010215045981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106557010215045981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106557010215045981' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106538506807277141</id><published>2003-10-05T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T13:17:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=+1&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;3 GARBA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I seriously love garba. Nothing makes me more happier than going to garba. Last night was superb! I love my friends! I saw my old buds again. Before garba I went to the library to study for 5 hrs straight. =) I actually get physics now too! Afterwards, we all got ready for SWADHYAY GARBA at Centerville. Everybody was there. devang. milind, kunal, jalpa, veeral, anand, deepa, the fremont gang, mitesh came back from college. Oh it was so awesome. hella fun. Ahh. garba was massively tiring but no felt the pain till it ended. My feet hurt pretty bad right now. anyway. during garba, the guys busted out hella moves..and we all started going crazy. we didn't stop at all. &lt;3. i love dancing with them. we're hardcore garba kids. Raas was hella tite. roshan went nuts.  12step, 5 step, to random bhangra. ELITE i tell you! okay...enough about how much fun i had. hahaha i loved it! I seroiusly loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while i was there i was talking to all the guys about college/applications etc. It was good to get info. We talked about indian programs and how second semester we're going to party together every weekend! devang is going to take me out to parties! =). Im going to be a part of milinds indian culture show! &lt;3 Anand told me that some girl from canada camp look identical to me! like...straight up twins. I wish i went =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight. time for hmwk and then bench and then wtp mtg. =) IM HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/3369110-106538506807277141?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106538506807277141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106538506807277141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106538506807277141' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106490812286078355</id><published>2003-09-30T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T00:48:42.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;change is difficult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reminds me so much of my past and what i want in my future. its been on repeat for days now. in the past week..i've realized everything that i truly want, and what its gonna take to get there. ive learned to deal with the past...handle all the anger. i fucking want to get away from it all. get away from all the people that hurt me. and be close to ones i care so much about. to those that have been so close to me. &lt;3 you. without you...i wouldn't have been able to get through the toughest times in my life. i love you. and i'll miss you so much when we all leave. thank you. thaank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I believe in&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over with&lt;br /&gt;Tears from behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I do not cry&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days that past me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching deep down in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm starting all over again&lt;br /&gt;The last three years were just pretend and I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I love&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like I can't live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes till you chase my thoughts away&lt;br /&gt;To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh yeah&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to want everything &amp; nothing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I want whats yours and I want whats mine&lt;br /&gt;I want you but I'm not giving in this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the stars fall and I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Your my shooting star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-106490812286078355?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106490812286078355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106490812286078355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106490812286078355' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106367798856295221</id><published>2003-09-15T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T19:14:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;3 we the people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.&lt;br /&gt; -I dunno &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theargusonline.com/Stories/0,1413,83~1968~1633097,00.html"&gt;WE THE PEOPLE...FRONT PAGE ARGUS! &lt;/a&gt; I was completely misquoted, but I'm still excited to be in the paper. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Im here...let me update...I hate physics so much. I hate it. DIE MACUK. stupid sarcastic white guy. I miss this weekend. It was so good to me. I miss ajay. i miss my friends. come back homeee. I miss the way things used to be. oh well. I am going to like this year. I'm making the most of it so far. I got my Id today...yuck. shiit. khadar reminded me about physics lab report..gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3369110-106367798856295221?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106367798856295221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106367798856295221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106367798856295221' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106343697762602627</id><published>2003-09-13T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T00:09:37.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;giddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thought is Free.&lt;br /&gt;      -William Shakespeare [English Playwright]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to school...well a week ago. finished my 8th day of school and it was pure bullshit. bullshit meaning the whole petition, switching classes crap. I &lt;3 people at school though. I've got classes with fun people. uhm. First week was swell. Rally was the usual. Nick is a cutie on ASB. That Friday the 5th I got my ticket dismissed so I won the case. =) Saturday I worked out and went to library, Sunday I got really sick. Monday through today was whatever. school is fun though...minus all that hmwk. I went out to lunch with Dan, Kirbs, Emanual on Thursday. That was a lot of fun cuz dan = funny man. Emanual = random. Fun people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hella chill. After school we went out for food w/ lydia y, grace, janye, her sister, kirbs and i too Taco Bravo...or Bravo Taco. I can't remember, but this white lady...like dirty lady, was retarded. She kept asking me if i liked the music in her car. shes crazy. and then we found out she is seriously crazy. w/e. after...FOOTBALL GAME...ihs vs. evergreen. we whopped ass. thirty something to zero. working at the concession stand was hella cool, but hot, and crazy. it was nick, anthony, kirbs, haris, kendra, and me. it was cool cuz the moon was pretty. the moon...SO PRETTY. after&gt; we went to denny's...chris lay's dennys but he wasnt there. it was nick, me, kirby, haris, alex, pascal, husain, and anthony. and eh...the waiter hated us. enuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my final schedule:&lt;br /&gt;1. forensics science. damn you sanford. 2. ap stats...hella of non azn people. 3. ap eng 12. best class cuz of funny boys 4. band...ENOUGH SAID =)!!!! 5. wtp = leet!! 6. ap physics = DIE MACUK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you with this&gt; "cuz we need someone to bring it back like rosa parks" -Andrew Gomez.&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/3369110-106343697762602627?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106343697762602627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106343697762602627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106343697762602627' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106307827394130271</id><published>2003-09-08T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T20:31:13.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hate Bush? Hate the War?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.whodies.com/downloads/coffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-106307827394130271?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106307827394130271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106307827394130271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106307827394130271' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106188061649274844</id><published>2003-08-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T23:50:16.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm stronger babe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.&lt;br /&gt;          -Confucius [Spiritual Leader] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maze day today...interesting. new faces, old faces, annoying faces, happy faces, tired faces....a bunch of faces. after maze day...EXTREMELY FUN!!!!!!!!!!! drove 100 miles and spent 6 hrs of laughter, venting, hanging out with a buddy. it was fun and the best way to enjoy the last week of school. I LOVED IT! totally worth it. I wanna say more. uhm...kirby fell into a wall today. =) I realized that shopping is only fun when you go with the person that can take the stress out of it. lol...meaning...when sad..be with a friend. maze seems gay. I gotta work on tues and wed too. I hope i see more people. I don't want school to start.  I just got off the phone with kirby and we vented about all the things that could go wrong this year, and all the happy stuff that would go on this year. I realized that I hadnt been to 1 dance my entire high school year other that the winter dance frosh year that I LEFT EARLY. I want to go to a dance with a special someone. my ass...that never works out. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recapping. work ended thursday. I miss it really bad. it was the perfect way to end, i got a tite ass certificate and a party. mansi is still sick, and im worried about her. feel better fast kiddo. i &lt;3 ya. saturday was nick's bday party. HAPPY 17th BDAY NICK TERRY...you should have invited MARY. =) so im siting here right now and there is fucking lights flashing outside my window...wtf is that i wonder...turn off my light in my room and go back to my window to see that its FUCKING LIGHTENING!!!! HELLA WEIRD. alex broom says it's coming from San JOSE. hella weird. its so god damn big. mother nature is awesome. im calling some kids over to watch this with me. its tite. lol. adios and gnite.&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/3369110-106188061649274844?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106188061649274844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106188061649274844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106188061649274844' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106135587370672761</id><published>2003-08-19T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T22:04:33.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you are so yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You must be the change you wish to see in the world.&lt;br /&gt;       -Mohandas K. Gandhi [Indian Political and Spiritual Leader 1869-1948]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks before school starts. yuuuck. Mansi is sick, and I'm sad. I threw up on sunday nite. Go figure what I ate. I finally met this boy named Vikram. He's got the prettiest hair in the world. I met some cute gals. Nice kids. The past weekend was awesome. Friday we had a dinner party. Mansi and I made all the dinner. Saturday we had the mela, and we volunteered at the Health Fair. So manny funny things happened there. Some guy stole water from my sister's hands. hilarious. Sat night, I went out. enough said. ahem jason. =) Sunday was tite at swadhyay...plaaayday! Party afterwards, but I was only there for 2 hrs because my babygirl is sick in the hospital. *&lt;3 mansi.* feel better kiddo. Monday was aiight. I was sick so I didn't go to work. I worked out with kirbs, went to IHS to get forms, chilled, came home, and made dinner, and went stove/microwave shopping with dad. Our house is completely renovated...TITE. Today...work was swell, I'm going to miss it. *last week* =[ Worked out hella today, met daniel again at the gym. he's really sweet. nice guy. got a new personal trainer. at BHER at maaaansi's hella yummy. im out now. crew is over. adios ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. don't act like you know me, you don't at all. seriously. you've drained me dry. you're words don't work no more.&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/3369110-106135587370672761?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106135587370672761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106135587370672761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106135587370672761' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106097869089875620</id><published>2003-08-15T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T13:18:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bitchface&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Try not to become a man of success. Rather become a man of value.&lt;br /&gt;           -Albert Einstien [German-born American physicist 1879-1955]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone if they hate you. and tell me what they say. This week was bland but tasteful. &lt;strong&gt;Happy 53rd Indenpendence Day India.&lt;/strong&gt; It's my kaki's bday today too. =) I've been massively working out lately. I took kirbs to Fitness 2000 this morning. but we ate IHOP first. lol =/ nice way to add the fat back on. Climbing Mission Peak tomorrow morning too! lol. my dad is whacked. i &lt;3 him. uhm...I wanna go partying tonight. I wanna go dancing, I don't see how its going to be fun though. i want a date. jason is the worst dancer...well thebest dancer, but the worst cuz he loves embaressing me. lol. jk kiddo. Mela tomorrow. tite. im so fucking tired right now. bye. call cell anyone wants to kick it...must make summer last...hate school. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl...come work out with me. i like gym buddies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it seem that some ppl have no emotions. fuck you. &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/3369110-106097869089875620?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106097869089875620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106097869089875620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106097869089875620' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106057900191753235</id><published>2003-08-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T22:16:41.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;someone say SOREEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Age wrinkles the body. Quiting wrinkles the soul.&lt;br /&gt;      -Douglas MacArthur [American General 1880-1964]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lord. My body aches so bad today. I've been working out crazy this summer, especially this week at the gym. It's great, I love how I feel, and it's the best way to release anger. My personal trainer is mucho delicious. We talked about so much stuff and he was like "Oh guuurl, here's 10lbs to evade that anger." super cute. but the thing is, my body didn't hurt as bad until today. Yesterday morning we climbed MISSION PEAK. OMFG. Killer. we took a longer back route. hella long. hella fun. hella tiring. good lord...it was worth it when we got to the top. oh it was so nice i went to sleep. I &lt;3 mission peak. I want to experience that with others. I wish. Meditation is so goood too. READ THE MEDITATION TIME MAGAZINE. real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our back/front yard is complete. a few touch ups still need to be done. roofing and paiting is this week. our house is so pretty. SUMMER PARTY before school starts. =) IM EXCITED. Either August 16/17. we gotta decide kids. work is fantastic. I'm trying to keep myself busy as possible. Us kids played Cricket today. HELLA FUN. My sister was killin ppl left and right. I got to ball for her. =) tiiite. shit, I've got ppl over. adios children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldspot-the muse.&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/3369110-106057900191753235?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106057900191753235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106057900191753235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106057900191753235' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-106039129701792632</id><published>2003-08-08T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T18:08:17.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;survey says...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.&lt;br /&gt;          -James Baldwin [American Writer 1924-1987]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things That You Wished You Had:&lt;br /&gt;- smarter brain&lt;br /&gt;- mother&lt;br /&gt;- money to buy gas&lt;br /&gt;- guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Scents You Love:&lt;br /&gt;- cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;- brownies&lt;br /&gt;- some pasta at Zingari&lt;br /&gt;- uhm..any lotion stuff except vaseline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Two People You Know Best:&lt;br /&gt;- 1 times 4&lt;br /&gt;- jason, kirbs, &amp; ishani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:&lt;br /&gt;- a shirt that says 98% angle&lt;br /&gt;- headband&lt;br /&gt;- daisy dukes&lt;br /&gt;- a tube top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things You Are Thinking About:&lt;br /&gt;- eating ihop&lt;br /&gt;- eaiting chevys with jason&lt;br /&gt;- my workout trainer =)&lt;br /&gt;- goldspot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Things You Did Today:&lt;br /&gt;- work&lt;br /&gt;- gym&lt;br /&gt;- ihop&lt;br /&gt;- tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Four Bands/Groups Most People Don't Know You Like:&lt;br /&gt;- goldspot&lt;br /&gt;- duran duran&lt;br /&gt;- omd&lt;br /&gt;- new order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPEARANCE&lt;br /&gt;- hair: black&lt;br /&gt;- eyes: brown&lt;br /&gt;- height: 5'6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STYLE&lt;br /&gt;- clothing: anything...minus tubetops&lt;br /&gt;- music: everrry thing. old stuff, new stuff, minus mainstream stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- makeup: dont care&lt;br /&gt;- body art: yuck&lt;br /&gt;- shoes: flipflops. loafers (work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING YOU...&lt;br /&gt;- did: ate ihop&lt;br /&gt;- read: jasons blog&lt;br /&gt;- watched on tv: fat guy sueing mcdees on gma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER / OR&lt;br /&gt;- club or house party: both =)&lt;br /&gt;- tea or coffee: pearl tea...but its actually coffee they give me&lt;br /&gt;- high achiever or easy-going: uhm...school...i know my limits. dance...HIGH ACHIEVER&lt;br /&gt;- cats or dogs: elephants and dogs. =)&lt;br /&gt;- pen or pencil: markers&lt;br /&gt;- gloves or mittens: gloves&lt;br /&gt;- cassette or cd: cd&lt;br /&gt;- snuff or cigarettes: none&lt;br /&gt;- coke or pepsi: coke&lt;br /&gt;- matches or a lighter: lighter...i &lt;3 lighters. ask kirbs. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU WANT TO...&lt;br /&gt;- kill: bitchface&lt;br /&gt;- hear from: jason&lt;br /&gt;- look like: haley berry&lt;br /&gt;- be like: girl from diesel. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-106039129701792632?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106039129701792632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/106039129701792632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106039129701792632' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105996904377163669</id><published>2003-08-03T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T20:50:43.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fall with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life isn't about finding yourself...life is about creating yourself.&lt;br /&gt;          -George Benard Shaw [Irish playwright 1856-1950]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone download music from the GOLDSPOT band. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's been a revolution...a new revelation, a new coming of mind and self-realization. just wait and see the new me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-105996904377163669?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105996904377163669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105996904377163669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105996904377163669' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105963252292170824</id><published>2003-07-30T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T23:22:02.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am a fighter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I, thought I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, that you were true&lt;br /&gt;I guess I, I couldn't trust&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your bluff time is up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;You were, there by my side&lt;br /&gt;Always, down for the ride&lt;br /&gt;But your, joy ride just came down in flames&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the stealing and cheating&lt;br /&gt;You probably think that I hold resentment for you&lt;br /&gt;But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;All of, your backstabbing&lt;br /&gt;Just so, you could cash in&lt;br /&gt;On a good thing before I realized your game&lt;br /&gt;I heard, you're going around&lt;br /&gt;Playing, the victim now&lt;br /&gt;But don't, even begin&lt;br /&gt;Feeling I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the fights and the lies&lt;br /&gt;Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no more, oh no, it's over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-105963252292170824?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105963252292170824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105963252292170824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105963252292170824' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105894357574355741</id><published>2003-07-22T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T23:59:35.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blog it up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jmadilla17: go blog it up...blloogg it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. I want to blog about ncsl because ncsl makes me happy. yesterday was fucking awesome. i went to the National Conference of State Legislatures but hella Int'l ppl where there too. Like Prime Minsters and Gov't officials. it was so cool. Allison got us hella free stuff and I got all my CLE credits so I can officially go to any political conference for free and do whatever I want. GREAT. I met this guy named John Petrakos and he's greek. Anyway...this guy is amazingly awesome. We hung out and he's so sweet. he gave me his pin and sandwhich and walked me to bart. =) so sweet. but yeah, he works for the speak Herb Wesson and he's trying to get me a job there next summer so I can attend NCSL in Utah. I &lt;3 this. Anyway. I like this guy. SO NICE!! but other that...NCSL was so fucking great. I talked to so many state senators and went to hella committee conferences. Got free starbucks every 5 min cuz we're LEGISLATIVE STAFF! lol. its fucking great. and i love the ppl there. Im so happy. SUmmer makes me so damn happy! Anyway. Neeraj picked me up. we chilled. We got tapioca so the idiot could drink it and then SPIT THE FUCKING BALLS AT ME. BITCHFACE. uhm. afterwards...i went to the hospital cuz grandma's been admitted again. =/ god i hope shes better soon. uhmmmm....Today was awesome as hell...My sister and I went to SF to go to the World Affairs Conference Convention. Very cool. We spoke, got noticed, and the speaker gave us a book with his signiture and hired my sister with some tight as foreign policy job, and i applied for a scholarship which he's going to double check i get it. loll....meeting ppl is awesome. So anyway...this conference was amazing. I Suggest more ppl go attend to the next few ones. I really love getting involved. its absolutely great. Afterwards my sister and I walked to Zingari Restaurant. neeraj's papa's restaurant. it was so damn delicious. Mr. Miglani is so damn nice. like too nice. and he's too cool. i like him. We got the best damn food ever. And the place is awesome. Even though I've already been there...I enjoyed it thoroughly. My sister then went all over SF taking goofing pics. it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to Fremont i went to shauns and bummed around. had class till 9. then went to shauns to make that bitchface some dinner. punkass cant appreciate anything. anyway. im home. planning another good day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless summer. =)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i fucking love my bitchface. =)!!!!!!!!!!&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/3369110-105894357574355741?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105894357574355741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105894357574355741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105894357574355741' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105885774592362005</id><published>2003-07-22T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T00:09:05.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;contemplating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when you want something...if its truly worth it. not only if its worth it, but if its want you really want....or need??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog about NCSL because NCSL = HAPPY!!!! But thats going to be one hell of a blog. NCSL was fucking sweet. thats all I'll say right now cuz I've got 4 more days of it to enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitchface.&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/3369110-105885774592362005?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105885774592362005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105885774592362005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105885774592362005' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105874543394219431</id><published>2003-07-20T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T16:57:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh the summer lovin' =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cry the day sr year starts. I love summer so much I hate thinking about it ending. Summer days...don't go away. =/ lol. This week was great. I busted out the 2nd high curve on the polisci midterm. 61/60. Monday: kirby and I went all over Fremont to find yummy food so we could eat at home and watch How to lose a guy in 10 days. DAAAAMN GOOD MOVIE! I was laughing the ENTIRE TIME! i &lt;3'ed it. great movie. watch it boys. i went to Jason's later and made him watch it with me again. We shaved his dog aftewards. lol. it was nasty. I went to Swensens again. I love that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: I worked up Jason Lee. What a small cutie azn boy. he's cute. Then I went to COSTCO to get my pics. I loooove them. All of them are frame-worthy! Im happy. My sister came home too. and we made dinner together. She's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I hung out with Rachel. we went to borders so she could buy Fountains of Wayne cd. and she buuuuuuurned me a copy. I love ppl that do that! Work was great. After class I went to starbucks with a fool. and played pool with a fool. and saw shaun and amar. double cuties. now that im writing all of this i think this all happened on tuesday. lol i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I saw My big fat greek wedding. good movie. I went to shaun's at night. supposed to watch a movie but we watched simpsons instead. Ankit came over. he looks buffer. WE got pizza. I dislike driving with both of them. scary. It was swell. I came home and spent an hour talking to him on the phone about all the bullshit in the world. and I hated some shit...but facing reality is necessary. I HATE SOME FUCKING PPL. DIE OKAY! w/e. Friday was like massive cleaning and shit cuz we had like this overflowing party at our house. it was awesome. there was like 25 boxes of pizza! And we stayed up late as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Raina's Arangetram was cool! I wish I could do that. Tracy was swell. saturday was just great. I rather not talk about it! lol...greaat day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry. BYE&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/3369110-105874543394219431?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105874543394219431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105874543394219431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105874543394219431' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105838047355019597</id><published>2003-07-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:34:52.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging from work = true professional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) adios&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/3369110-105838047355019597?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105838047355019597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105838047355019597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105838047355019597' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105813996016162405</id><published>2003-07-13T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T16:53:00.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;reeecap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude. this week was crazy. it like never ended. Thursday: work on thurs was sweet. my dad surprised me and took me to lunch. my coworkers said nice things about me. =) and they told my dad im going to &lt;font size=+0.3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncsl.org"&gt;NCSL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and the &lt;font size=+0.3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOVERNORS BALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; !! hehehehe. yay! afterwards...i raped the polisci midterm. it was great. cutie white boy talked to me and asked me for my sn so we can study together. ((yessssssss)) I found out his name and his age, and he went to Fremont Christian and was voted CLass CLown. what a cutie. I went to kirbs afterwards and we went to chillis where I stole the margarita liquor booklet. its cute. then i came home and napped from 6-9. woke up and watched Lord of the Rings with papa, and the kids. i love that movie. cant wait to see the 2nd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I was supposed to go to court but I woke up late. I went to pick up laptop from khadar. then I wanted to go out but my dad made me clean the entire house first. Then I saw kirbs and we got good ole swensens. and i vented my ass off. and we danced in the car to Crazy in Love. cute song. Then I got home and like hella showered and got ready cuz I had to go to the Airport to pick up family friends. They're sweet, they got me like 39408 lbs of chocolates. chicago style. yummy. then i got home and went to Nikita's cuz &lt;strong&gt;NEEL&lt;/strong&gt; WAS THERE!!! I saw neel. it was sweet. he's so big now, still girly looking. but still cute. and he's nice. and he's got a lexus. he might get a job here. and his aunt lives like 3 blocks away. that's going to be cool. and Im planning on going to SAC to see UCD and see him. which will be lovely. nice fellow. then we had to hit up DBT mtg at Veeral's place and got there kinda late. =/ its okay. the mtg for decorations for Youth Conference was fun. I like the big guys. they love to tease me. Anish pulled my ears the entire time. and i pulled his. uhm, i painted hella and like built stuff. didn't get home till 2am cuz i went to kirbs afterwards. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: woke up...served guests food. got ready in churidar for &lt;font size=+0.3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUTH CONFERENCE 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!! It was really awesome! I had a blast there. I thought it was mucho cool. I &lt;3 seeing everyone. I kicked it w/ poonam, keya, devang, and neelam. it was awesome. I got to register ppl with Kinar and Raj. And then ice breaker game was intense. discussion was phat. i really enjoyed it. conclusion was powerful. i left early. went to angela's afterwards. she likes me in indian clothes! lol so does jason. anyway. I went out at 11pm that night and I got home at 3:30. eekk. well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I realized I know what I want, and Im not going to be a pushover for what others want. I worked at what I wanted, and you will have to too. I wont put up with shit anymore. Things aren't fixed yet, nor will it be erased. it's going to be a lot of work and patience to have it the way it was before.&lt;/i&gt;&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/3369110-105813996016162405?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105813996016162405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105813996016162405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105813996016162405' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105806336547406235</id><published>2003-07-12T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T19:29:25.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;are you happy now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything's ok&lt;br /&gt;And you don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's just no use&lt;br /&gt;When all your lies become your truths and I don't care &lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're happy now&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took all there was to take&lt;br /&gt;And left me with an empty plate &lt;br /&gt;And you don't care about it &lt;br /&gt;And I, I've given up this game &lt;br /&gt;And leaving you with all the blame cause I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye? &lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're happy now&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really have everything you want?&lt;br /&gt;You can never give somethin' you ain't got.&lt;br /&gt;You can't run away from yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye? &lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you`re happy now&lt;br /&gt;Come on tell it to my face or have I been erased &lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;I've had that all I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm happy now&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-105806336547406235?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105806336547406235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105806336547406235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105806336547406235' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105781075331973819</id><published>2003-07-09T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T21:19:13.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;thankful for friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is like sand, the more you grip a hold on it, the quicker is slips from your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;       -me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously looooooove work. My co-workers are so sweet. I love my office too. I work with so many ppl from mission too. anyway. Last night was fun. I went out with shaun. I must say it was one the most healthiest hangouts I've had and needed in the longest time. We shot some pool at City Beach. It was my first time there, and I must say, its nice. I could have sat at the bar. the guy didn't really care about age. Anyway, Shaun kicked my ass, I really suck at pool. But it was fun. I learned how to play. There was huge chess pieces that I was dying to play with but Shaun doesnt know how to play chess. So if any of you nerds wanna play with me...LETS GO! I &lt;3 shaun. Hella made my night by talking to him. sweet guy. caring too. it was  good opportunity to finally release a lot of shit. Thanks Shaun. Nice fellow indeed. afterwards, we saw the biggest house in mission. shaun &lt;3's it...i think my house is better. =) lol. I had my practice midterm today. 64/67. =] thank yoooou! Midterm tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;Khadar2k1: FUCKING PWN THAT MIDTERM&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe. &lt;3 khadar. Angela is over as we speak. she bought me a cake to dissolve my problems in. its great to know that she thinks i need fat when im sad. thanks babe...hit me with the calories. okay. enough. must study. i gotta prepare for &lt;strong&gt;NCSL&lt;/strong&gt; in two weeks too! im going to fucking enjoy every single day of this god damn summer. &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/3369110-105781075331973819?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105781075331973819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105781075331973819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105781075331973819' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105771591891115618</id><published>2003-07-08T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T23:54:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;3 summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;          -Marie Curie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much lately. So much. So many things have changed. For the better I think. Im happy my sister is back up from college. She came with no better timing. I realized that by having problems we both found a great place in needing each other. Im quite thankful. This week was awesome. My dad was in Belgium and I missed him a lot. And my sister and I had the house to ourselves. It was great. We talked about everything and anything, and it was worth it. She listened to my endless bitching. uhm...much more...too lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that some people are utterly pathetic. &lt;strong&gt;[[been edited out]]&lt;/strong&gt; I paid the price. &lt;strong&gt;[[been edited out]]&lt;/strong&gt; Im just angry...and annoyed at the fact that some people cant just fucking grow up. seriously. thats all im going to fucking comment right now otherwise im going to fucking blow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polisci class is fantastic. Ive got like the 2nd highest grade. Its hella awesome. There is this fine white boy that sits next to me, and we talk a lot. true cutie pie. He looks like a guy from our school. what a cutie. =) uhm...im getting some pics developed. I think im going to end up burning half of them when i get them back. burn them straight to hell. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 work. I hella love interning. its too cool. you know how co-workers talk around the water cooler...we all talk around the water cooler. i fucking love it. I have my own office. Its hella tight. leather chair. own comp, own email. own pens. PENS. i fucking love it. i wrote hella emails today. and my co-workers and my boss are taking me to the NATIONAL LEGISLATION convention in two weeks. Its going to be fucking awesome, cuz im taking my resume for more jobs. =) i love work. i love summer. i love you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eatcurry: throw some fucking tomatoes at (blank)'s face&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/3369110-105771591891115618?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105771591891115618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105771591891115618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105771591891115618' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105734292453577857</id><published>2003-07-04T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T16:25:29.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;we be stylin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/khadar2k1/styling.jpg"&gt;&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/3369110-105734292453577857?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105734292453577857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105734292453577857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105734292453577857' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105728058320647661</id><published>2003-07-03T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T18:03:03.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;3 my sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I rather be you, someone that doesn't give up easily over someone who does."&lt;br /&gt;-Gargi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gargi. I love you.&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/3369110-105728058320647661?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105728058320647661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105728058320647661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105728058320647661' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105712522483233772</id><published>2003-07-01T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T22:53:44.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;guess who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL...when Khadar vents...he VENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: sh'es straight up from arkansas&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: or soemthing&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: its like this lol&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: her ancestors&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: came from *(blank)&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: worked on the railroad&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: disowned a person of the family&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: who happened to be female&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: the female escapes to georgia&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: gets a white person to be her husband&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: and produces a daughter~&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: (blank)~&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: and like his father this drunard&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: gets himself shot&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: they sue the police&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: get hellof money&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: come to california&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: and guess what:&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: HIGH ROLLER&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: woah&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: man flux this&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: lets change the topic&lt;br /&gt;Khadar2k1: well wuts up shreya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some things have been removed. w/e its madd funny still. good laugh khadar. plus 1000 pts for you&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/3369110-105712522483233772?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105712522483233772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105712522483233772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105712522483233772' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105700449059721060</id><published>2003-06-30T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T13:21:30.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;woot woot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do the right thing. It will gratify some people and astonish the rest.&lt;br /&gt;           -Mark Twain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty damn happy right now. I got home a while ago from my interview. I got the internship. yay. I'm working for Assemblymember John A. Dutra. And I might get transfered to work for Pete Stark. This is great. The lady was awesome. I love it. This summer is so fantastic. Anyway. My sister and I have cleaned so goddamn much. I dunno what we're up to today. I wanna see an A's game, They kicked Giants' ass yesterday. NICE GOING. uhm...im hungry and Jason is bring In N Out in 5 minutes! woot woot. adios amigos.&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/3369110-105700449059721060?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105700449059721060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105700449059721060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105700449059721060' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105695399634352507</id><published>2003-06-29T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T23:19:56.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is a series of surprises. &lt;br /&gt;                  -Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately...the moods have been sloppy. I made the curve in my Polisci class. =) I think I saw Jameson one day while going to class. That day that Khadar came to my class was great. I went to sleep while he took notes. I cannot remember that much last week. I slept over kirbs house 2 days in a row. Thurs night, i came at like 12am and went to Blockbuster to get the Gigalo movie. HELLA FUNNY. kirbs and i couldnt sleep at all cuz of that monster heat. and we slept on leather couches. =/ she was sweating like crazy. then in the morning we got up and watched SAVE BY THE BELL. classic. then IHOP, and we ate hella, then desert, then Baskin Robbins..then i came home and cleaned. That night I went to some dinner party which was mucho fun but like I couldnt breathe cuz of the damn heat! then i went back to kirbs at 12am again, and we got IM WITH LUCY..gay movie, we both fell asleep. oh and we had wendy's at night too. late night drive thru =)! saturday, neeraj called. no comment. seriously. neeraj = i dunno. then my sister came home on Saturday, and we've been fighting a lot, its great. uhm, i had to remodel my entire room just to have her back home. dad thinks Priority = sister. not fair. anyway. dinner was delicious tonight. mansi ate everything. uhm...i have my interview for DUTRA tomorrow. hella nervous. I want it badly. please please god gimme the internship. =) okay. im done...time for icecream with didi.&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/3369110-105695399634352507?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105695399634352507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105695399634352507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105695399634352507' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105651978995799456</id><published>2003-06-24T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T22:45:48.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wootness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to enter college as a sophomore! =) i've secretly finished hella units. yessssssss. goal: finish undergrad college in 3 years. woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. khadar is coming with me to polisci tomorrow. its going to be great cuz my prof is whacked. the class is mucho tite though. love it. i might take asl with adam. hope i get in. =/ internship is swell. i love the people. they've got the best advice. becky is sweet. i fucking love this summer. i love everyday, everyone. love it. my sister is coming up saturday. concerts in 3 weeks =) oh man..im so happy. LOOOOOOVE IT. i &lt;3 summer. oh yes i do. i start philosophy tomorrow. we'll see how that is. dude..hella ppl at ohlone, i think i recognized like 40 ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other news. nothing really. jason took me out for icecream today. deliiicious. i ate his and mines. my dad and i went trampoline hunting...even though we're not buying one. just to goof of. my dad is a kid, its too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hey you...tell me what's on your mind. i miss you. im confused as well.&lt;/i&gt; =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-105651978995799456?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105651978995799456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105651978995799456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105651978995799456' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105650103259244723</id><published>2003-06-24T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T17:30:32.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BIG O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohloooooooooone = die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh...too much happened to start bloggin. im out. late.&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/3369110-105650103259244723?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105650103259244723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105650103259244723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105650103259244723' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105633665856684673</id><published>2003-06-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T19:50:58.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;eatcurry: its all goooooooood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^agreed. back to ole miss independent, keep your distance. &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/3369110-105633665856684673?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105633665856684673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105633665856684673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105633665856684673' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105617257773407216</id><published>2003-06-20T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T22:16:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;whaaaaateverrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hella funny. hella funny. okay. done. skdlhxgiohveoiw. (jason in person). done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today = lovely. I saw Finding Nemo today with kirbs, little kirbs, liz, carol, andy, todd, and dan. it was swell. i almost ran outta gas. IHS grad was lovely. goodbye old seniors, hello new seniors. one year and we're there. =/ uhm..afterwards..PIGGING out at HOMETOWN BUFFET. kirbs and i met up with liz, carol, and jasmine. everyone ate so much. its was swell. I saw two movies in two days. I saw Just Married last night at kirbs. both of us were sick. it was cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow = CALY SPORTS DAY. im pumped up to play volleyball. unfortunately i must take a damn ohlone assessment test prior to the fun. =[ time to go. bye ya'll or is it y'all?&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/3369110-105617257773407216?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105617257773407216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105617257773407216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105617257773407216' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105600026109238616</id><published>2003-06-18T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T22:24:21.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;last 3 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news flash: schools done. im not. summer will be slave work. but im looking forward to other various events. its going to be swell. i want to write a reflection about this year..but im too fuckin lazy right now. i'll leave it for a day when im dead bored. Last 3 days...weird. It seriously felt that school wasn't ending. MONDAY: broke my instrument. saw the yearbook. ditched band for the last time in my life =( I need band next year...desperately. I forgot where we went...?? oh wait...DENNYS. oh man. That was fantastic. Dan wiped my plate and kirbs and his plate clean. nice job. it was fun. the waiter was on drugs, she kept bitchin at us cuz kirbs left her arm up, and then DAN said to her face that she was mean, and she was like "i resent that sir." she was menopausing i think. w/e the day was great. got back past break, math final was too fucking horrible. I got my scores today. no comment. afterschool...kirbs and i went to PA to shop with mr. miglani. it was a swell time. TUESDAY: no one was in chem. broom, ron, K, and i went to IHOP. Ron...don't drive with him. CRAZZY!! that's all i gotta say. IHOP was swell, K ate hella. she made free lemonade. alex was dancing in the car...weird. ron...still no comment. me...sleepy. French...fucking aced it. french whore better gimme a decent grade. I want to say that i will miss her, but i cant. just cant. TODAY: my dad came with me to school. conference. history was borign as usual. i went around campus a lot. break was swell. nick and i couple practically doing it. way to go to summer vacation. doing your bf at school. just nice. english was lame. i was starving. played big 2, signed yearbooks, watched a movie...sat around, felt sleepy still. in any case...SCHOOL IS OUT. TEACHERS ARE GONE. IM HAPPY. I miss some people...I wont miss some people. I want some things back, i dont want  some things back...and then, there are just those things you have no feelings for whatsoever. those misplaced feelings. whatever...summer here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-105600026109238616?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105600026109238616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105600026109238616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105600026109238616' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105588663247003405</id><published>2003-06-17T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T22:46:39.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;learning about life....some people need to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;life isnt about keeping score. its not about how many people call you and its not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. it isnt about what sport you play. its not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. in fact, its not about grades, money, and clothes. life just isnt about that. but life is abot who you love and who you hurt. its about how you feel about yourself. its about trust, happiness, and compassion. its about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. its about what you say and what you mean. its about seeing people fo who they are and now what they have. most of all, its about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have.&lt;/i&gt;&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/3369110-105588663247003405?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105588663247003405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105588663247003405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105588663247003405' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105572171320995092</id><published>2003-06-15T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T17:01:53.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;baack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a sweet weekend. fing sweet. i loved it. i love my sister. CONGRATS. i saw liz in irvine. jason was there too. w/e...i'll blog later. maddd studying for math final. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-105572171320995092?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105572171320995092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105572171320995092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105572171320995092' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-105544239344088348</id><published>2003-06-12T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T20:48:31.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;1] Like to give hugs?: uhm...sometimes&lt;br /&gt;2] Like to walk in the rain?: if its sunny too&lt;br /&gt;3] Sleep with or without clothes on?: clothes definitely&lt;br /&gt;4] Prefer black or blue pens?: black clicky pens&lt;br /&gt;5] Dress up on halloween?: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;6] Have a job?: yes....and i need another one&lt;br /&gt;7] Sleep on your side, tummy or back?: side, tummy, and back&lt;br /&gt;8] Think you're attractive?: no&lt;br /&gt;9] Want to marry?: sure...when im 25&lt;br /&gt;10] Who?: Adam Levine...and...scotty holtog =)&lt;br /&gt;11] Have a goldfish?: fishes = yuck&lt;br /&gt;12] Ever have the falling dream?: yup...fell outta my desk in eight grade.&lt;br /&gt;13] Have stuffed animals?: an elephant. (go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT...&lt;br /&gt;1] Abortion: unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;2] Eating disorders: stupid&lt;br /&gt;3] Rape: painful&lt;br /&gt;4] Suicide: depressive&lt;br /&gt;5] South park: no cable&lt;br /&gt;6] Peircing: where?&lt;br /&gt;7] Make-up: not necessary...&lt;br /&gt;8] Drinking: not necessary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L A S T&lt;br /&gt;1] cigarette: never&lt;br /&gt;2] kiss: never&lt;br /&gt;3] good cry: a walk to remember&lt;br /&gt;4] library book checked out: snow garden&lt;br /&gt;5] movie seen: time to kill&lt;br /&gt;6] book read: the basketball diaries&lt;br /&gt;7] cuss word uttered: Errnst = b*tch&lt;br /&gt;8] beverage drank: CapriSun (sport)&lt;br /&gt;9] food consumed: K's filipino food.&lt;br /&gt;10] crush: scotty holtog, adam levine, and the eversodearest mr miglani.&lt;br /&gt;11] phone call: kirbmystro&lt;br /&gt;14] shoes worn: oldnavy (typical)&lt;br /&gt;15] cd played: maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;16] item bought: gas&lt;br /&gt;17] soda drank: thumbs up&lt;br /&gt;18] thing written: ^"thumbs up"&lt;br /&gt;19] key used: &lt;&lt;lame question. 'backspace'&lt;br /&gt;20] word spoken: cute&lt;br /&gt;21] sleep: this morning...10:47am&lt;br /&gt;22] IM: CurlyJo3&lt;br /&gt;23] sexual fantasy: no way jose&lt;br /&gt;24] ice cream eaten: mint choc chip&lt;br /&gt;25] time wanting to die: right now...hate school&lt;br /&gt;26] lipstick used: lipstick = gross. whale fat.&lt;br /&gt;27] last time dancing: yesterday in the car =)&lt;br /&gt;28] show attended: Maroon 5 in SAN JO&lt;br /&gt;29] webpage visited: hotmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-105544239344088348?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105544239344088348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/105544239344088348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105544239344088348' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-95416437</id><published>2003-06-07T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T15:33:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;damn its been awhile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost ending. That is so nice, yet scary. It's so awkward knowing junior year is over...and my oh my, we're almost SENIORS. I don't feel ready yet. This year has put so many things in perspective. Enough happened to make memories last, and enough happened to forget the past. In any case, this year was quite unforgettable, I gained so many new things that I will cherish so deeply. I endured so many life changing experiences that have shaped me so well. I survived the year...indeed i did. I was talking to Shaun today, and he said, "we're seniors in 10 days!" I see it as we being nothing for a few months. I dont want to have a title to my age just yet. It's enough knowing I'll be 18 coming this winter. That's scary enough. hmm...what a year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week went by too slow. I wanted to fastforward the week. School needs to die, well minus the social events, but the classes are dreadful. Monday was fun. I can't remember if it was Monday or Tuesday that we went out for icecream to Coldstones, and uhm...icecream fell everywhere in my car, but it cleaned up alright. no mess now. Tuesday...I went to court with my dad. =/ The stupid lady told us to come back when it comes in the mail. She had nasty make up on. And a lady in back of me kept on talking about she fell asleep in traffic school. crazy. Wed...Dan, Kirby, Jimmilou and I ditched band and went to a petite coffee shop in Mission. Hella cuteee. So pretty too. I want to work there. I was angry in english because Ernst is giving us way too much hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I went to school, and afterwards I went to the &lt;b&gt;MAROON 5&lt;/b&gt; CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG. It was sweet. I had a blast. Jason came with me. Ama opened for them. She's alright. The crowd was crazy. This fat drunk homeless man kept on dancing and singing with his guitar and went nutso everywhere. This indian rockpunk boy asked me for my number and I gave him Jason's cell number instead. and He called..and Jason picked up and went. "Gay Prostitute Hotline, How can we SEX you up today?" LOL. hella cute. uhm...stupid cops in San Jose can die. All Jason's fault. AFterwards I drove my ass off to school because we had our BAND concert which was boring in the beginning but got better when we performed because when we finished, someone was chasing after kirbs, dan, and me. It was NEERAJ!. NEERAJ MIGLANI came to Fremont to see our BAND CONCERT. I looked and kirby and went...WTH? and he made us SIGNS. Mine said "Fobaliicious, WORK THAT CLARINET!" I forgot what kirby's said. He made another one that said, "sorry" (no comment) and another one that said "Im crazy about you!" I do believe my Heart melted then. =) Seriously...super cute. He even recorded us performing. see, now thats embarressing. Afterwards, kirby and I ate a lot, and went home and did hmwk, and goofed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was swell. I played Big 2 with Alex and Katherine the entire time in Chem. Then came Band...and we did it againnnnn! We ditched band and went to boston market, noah's bagles, and Baskin Robbins. Then for french i went to Bailey to tattle on Hodin for being a devil that she is. Then lunch was swell, cuz dan took kirbs and I out to Coldstone and we listened to a lot of Maroon 5, and I was singing and Dan got embarressed. Dan said I am the #1 Maroon 5 fan! I think i am. A girl at the concert was screaming when maroon 5 came out...she was like "OMG 5 ME UP!!! 5 ME UP MAROON. MAROON IT UP BABY!" Obviously that doesn't make sense...whatever was she thinking? =/ anyhooooo....afterschool...kirby and i sat in her car in the blazing heat cuz we couldnt think of what to do. so we went to her house and watched Princess Diaries and fell asleep. then i went home, got ready for dinner, and went to Sitara. Shivani helped me study for Sats. it was great. then home..slept. neeraj called =). Took Sats today, shaun was there, he's always there, he's a Modi, I'm a Mehta. makes sense. Sats are done, IHOP after that. I'm sick of typing. I love life. looove it. especially the people I share it with. Thanks kids. I &lt;3 you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-95416437?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/95416437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/95416437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95416437' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-95141617</id><published>2003-05-31T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T21:34:02.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;silly stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was filled with too many silly events. &lt;br /&gt;Monday = unnecessary. Tuesday = useless (workout overload) Wed = cool (Alexander and I went to lunch and I drove his car) Thursday = sliick (Khadar came to our French Class, and I twisted my ankle) Friday = Fabulous (played cards in chem, we watched our french weather movies...SO FUNNY...some people suck though. hella suck. LOL. afterschool I went to work, and then Kirby's for movie, food, and movie, and talking) Today = haircut, lunch with daddy, native son essay, sat studying, went to the park with kids, and JOB HUNTING. and neeraj called) yeah...neeraj called. no comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading other people blog/ljs/etc are funny. especially those people are so FUNNY. Khadar and I were talking about people's blogs and how desperate they are for things that are so GAY. seriously...pathetic people. I can't wait to see them in 5 years. No joke...Khadar and I will laugh...massively laugh at yo ass. w/e bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-95141617?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/95141617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/95141617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95141617' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-95016879</id><published>2003-05-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T19:14:42.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I don't know anymore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;It can tear you up inside&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;It's stronger than your pride&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't care how fast you fall&lt;br /&gt;And you can't refuse the call&lt;br /&gt;See, you got no say at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was once a fool, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I played the game by all the rules&lt;br /&gt;But now my world's a deeper blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sadder, but I'm wiser too&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never love again&lt;br /&gt;I swore my heart would never mend&lt;br /&gt;Said love wasn't worth the pain&lt;br /&gt;But then I hear it call my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kelly clarkson- the trouble with love is&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/3369110-95016879?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/95016879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/95016879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95016879' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-94838608</id><published>2003-05-24T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T14:11:12.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Take me out to a ball game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's are great. I want to go see a game. I just got from working on our French project at Rashmi's house. I hate this project. We have to meet tomorrow at 7am. It's another stress overload I really don't need. I'm so tired of school. Yesterday was such a stress reliever. I love going out and doing absolutely nothing. Last night, Broom and I hung out and did nothing. We both drove 48 miles around Fremont, Union City, and Newark. It was fun. We threw rocks into a swamp while playing on train tracks. He wanted to see dead bodies. We went to Swensens afterwards (my second home) and I made him get the Candy Bar Sundae. Hella Yummy. There was a Sobriety Check on Decoto, and I started freaking out because I've never done anything liek that, and Alex kept saying he forgets his license a lot. uhm...our arcade idea feel through the crack. Oh well, we made up for it by playing in the park. We'll take a rain check on arcade games. Yesterday was a lot of fun. We talked about so many things, so many random things. It was interesting. It was a good relief from the entire week. shoot...groceryshopping time with daddy. bye =)&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/3369110-94838608?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94838608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94838608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94838608' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-94820012</id><published>2003-05-24T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T00:23:33.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fridays = Fabulous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the best days I've had in the longest time. I'm pooped right now, I'll talk about it later. Summary: Boat Race, Dan in band, bitchin at hodin, alex's presentation, my score 299.2/300 = 99.7%, 6th period smiles, kirby and I at Chevy's, afterschool at my house, arcade with alex, no arcade with alex, train tracks, mcdonalds, driving, talking, park, etc...the day was great, and greater as it entered the night. I need more days like this. =)&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/3369110-94820012?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94820012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94820012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94820012' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-94756806</id><published>2003-05-22T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T15:07:16.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;a damn whore, a bear, and a boat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hot. =) I'm loving this weather change. School is fantastic this week. I love the fact that we had 2 minimum days in a row. We hella need those more often. Monday was normal as usual. Lee made us do chem stuff. I definitely lost my math book. I hung out with Khadar at lunch.&lt;b&gt; I &lt;3 Khadar&lt;/b&gt;. I don't remember anything happening that day. Tuesday, we did chem stuff again. Wed = best day. I had to dress up for school. I hella owned the presentation, according to Khadar and Somnath. I got Alex doing the "okay" hand sign. Ernst only asked me 2 questions. Afterschool I surprised Miglani at his English class. we hung out, then I helped his mommy bring the groceries in. Miglani will never get his license. =( I want him to come to Fremont. Lydia N gave me a picture of him from prom. delicious. Today was cool. I woke up at 7:05. HELLA LATE. I got up, grabbed my backpack and walked right out the door. didn't even change. nice =). I looked for Khadar all day. He fixed my laptop and it's insanely faster than ever. I love it now. Now more breakdowns. Khadar, Anthony, and I are doing the boat race. I need to make signs tonight. I went to Jamba after work and saw somnath there and then i sat with him and varun at Chaat Cafe, and then varun drove me in HIS car to MY car. slick. Angela is over right now, and jason is coming in 5 min and we're going out to SWENSENS! =)!!!!!! BYE&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/3369110-94756806?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94756806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94756806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94756806' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-94560096</id><published>2003-05-18T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T19:45:32.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;damn whore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn whore. lol...thats it. hahahha. we've got funny people in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-94560096?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94560096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94560096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94560096' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-94542650</id><published>2003-05-18T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T10:51:05.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;you're cute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...you're cute. Miglani came to Fremont yesterday. Talk about an Achievement! It was fabulous! Brandon drove of course, GT was acting goofy, I like him. Miglani brought sunflower seeds and Brandon thought it was so gross that I eat the entire thing. They sat outside my house spitting into the gutter. Anyway...Brandon's car is a classic. 1985 Ford Mustang. Hella small...but cute. We drove to McDonalds, and I was standing there for hella days when Brandon goes..."Man, you aren't even in line!" so we end up waiting another 20 min. McFlurry's are delicious. then the boys dropped me off, and I went out for dinner with my dad at UDUPI! =) What a yummy day! I'm still happy over the fact that Neeraj came to Fremont. That's never going to happen again. Khadar started a BLOGSPOT! that cutie bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn this weekend was FABULOUS! I'm going to Kirby's later to help Dan and Andy make their boat. ha...and then test it in her pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-94542650?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94542650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94542650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94542650' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-94511354</id><published>2003-05-17T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T14:08:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Should be doing English 10 page paper...BUT I'M NOT =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 10 page paper is due Monday. And I haven't even started my research. way to go shreya. My presentation is on Wednesday too. Piece of SHIT. I have a passion to not like Big Elizabeth. School is stupid. APs are over, and teachers still have the need to bombard us with useless shit. Except for Mr. Lee...I have respect for that man now. We watched The Matrix, and I got to sit next to Zin Min. He's super funny. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...Sacramento Trip was absolutely lovely. I had a great time. I talked to Husain and Yi Ming the entire way up, at Sac, and the entire way come back. I hung out with Aliyah, Husain, Yi Ming, Kai, Ankit, Ariane, uhm...Cook Kallio =). Anyway...It quite in experience. Hella women...OLD WOMEN. The boys sure enjoyed it. I got a kick at talking and meeting new people. I got hella cards, and they asked for my Resume....and I am so getting internships. I'm happy. I talked a lot on the entire trip. Husain and I talked a lot coming back...about a lot of funny things. actually...all the boys talked...a lot of shit. and it was quite interesting to listen to it. hahhaha...interesting enough. overall...sac trip was well worth it. Great TIme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was hella niice too. I enjoyed myself. I came home early cuz i was super sleepy. I saw the Lunar Eclipse the night before. Beauty of Nature...splendid. Friday afterschool I picked up my grandfather from the Hospital...I was there for 2 hrs waiting for him. I met someone there I hadn't seen in a long time. Anish. I met him at summer school and it was so weird seeing him again, He volunteers there, but we talked for 45 minutes. It was nice catching up. Afterwards..Neeraj asked me to come over cuz Ankit and Aaron were there. So I did. It was awesome. I took Nehika out for Jamba Juice, then Ankit, Aaron, Amar, Neeraj, and I hung out. It was great! We went out driving. Aaron and I were speeding like crazy. then I swerved into the next lane and ditched them. Neeraj and I went to the park to play baseball, then the mall, then to his house, but then his dad was coming home.. (eekk) we left back out to the mall, and then met up again with the boys. CAme home and watched movies and tv and talked, and played music, and i danced, and then we ate hella food, and i helped write a speech for them, and then i remembered my dad was coming home from DC so i left. =) IT was GREAT. I HAD A LOT OF FUN. Aaron has a gf in PA, so we are going to create a carpooling schedule to save toll money and gas. SWEET! Maybe I'll get to drive his mustang. OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to start my fucking paper. I HATE YOU ERNST!&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/3369110-94511354?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94511354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94511354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94511354' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-94425740</id><published>2003-05-15T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T19:41:57.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;attention&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a blog to say that i will blog about my SAC trip later. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-94425740?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94425740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94425740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94425740' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-94121219</id><published>2003-05-10T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T15:08:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm so addicted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was fabulous! minus a few incidents. Overall...FABULOUS! Fabulicious according to Jason. AP Eng and AP Hist = DONE =) I told CKallio that she didn't prepare us enough. lol..and I told her I'm not coming to class anymore and all she said was okay. GREAT! Friday was so relaxing. It was a great time! Pablo came to Fremont. It was so frickin nice. We were going to see FFollies, but $8 not worth it...and there wasn't any good seats. So we called Ankit, but he was out with Aaron, so we saw x2 cuz both of us hella wanted to. Pablo DROVE EVERYWHERE! =) And I got to sit in the passenger's seat. It was perfect. We bought hella Mambas. I got to dress him up! It was awesome. Afterwards, I listened to Mraz the entire night. I woke up at 11:40am. So nice. I went out with Jason and he got me the Maroon 5 CD. I am going to their concert =) Im hella addicted to them. I hella need to be studying CHEMISTRY now. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love maroon 5. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-94121219?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94121219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/94121219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94121219' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-93889768</id><published>2003-05-06T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T15:35:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;my predictions suck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict the stupidest things. And what's worse...THEY FUCKING COME TRUE! I had this prediction that a girl from mission would ask Neeraj to prom...hella days ago. It happened. Yesterday morning, I was driving to school and predicted something that would happen to me today, on AP English Test day morning...and it fucking did. THANK YOU GOD. Thank you.....Now my life is over. bye bye civic. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ap english done. ap history friday. ap chemistry tuesday. ap chemistry final thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cops = die&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/3369110-93889768?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/93889768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/93889768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93889768' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-93684411</id><published>2003-05-02T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T19:25:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The three weeks from HELL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me the strength to survive this. With every new day, it gets harder and harder to breathe, yet alone wake up, and let my body endure all the rocks thrown at me for that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem final today...no comment. Sat 9 testing this way...piece of shit. Sat IIs tomorrow...I hate it. APs next week....don't want to take it. I'm all set for school to end...now! This week has been too long. I really miss Spring Break. I got the Jason Mraz cd yesterday...it's nice. I haven't eaten dinner since Saturday. I have the worst meal schedule. Nothing is new, nothing is really even old. I like Maroon 5...great band. I like Snoop Dogg, thanks to Mansi! I feel like poo today. Off to study. BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dear neeraj, you make me vomit, you're scum between my toes, love shreya."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-93684411?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/93684411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/93684411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93684411' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-93202350</id><published>2003-04-24T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:58:06.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I love Spring Break =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is going better than I expected. I love it. I've been studying a lot, but it's actually fun. I hung out with hella people from dance, and it was nice because it's been quite awhile since I've done that. I got sick on Saturday with flu-like symtoms. cough, cold, congestion, etc. nothing nice. I'm still recovering, taking too many meds. On Monday, a few of our old family friends came over, and they are related to Ankit, so he came over too. We played games, and talked. It was laid-back. I enjoyed myself. On Tuesday, I hella studied with some people, then I went to PA to do history hmwk with Neeraj. It was nice. His library feels homey. We both wore pajamas. sweet. Then I got home...watched SMALLVILLE...and then went to Mansi's house because Shivani desperately wanted me to sleepover. So we watched The RING and Mansi didn't get scared at all, until we finished the movie and watched regular tv, because the TV started acting funny and she was so scared she turned it off. I was laughing pretty hard. We woke up hella late, got ready, and then our grandfather took us out for lunch! It was great, I love him. Then the girls and I went to play tennis, but Mansi and Shivani were fighting too much so we had to go play in the park. MANSI SUCKS AT TENNIS! HER SEVEN YEAR OLD SISTER CAN KICK HER ASS! it was pathetic. Afterwards, I studied before tutoring. Then I studied after tutoring, and went to sleep. Today I woke up, and went out for lunch with Kirby. We ate at TGIF's and we brought hella pictures to look at. It was fun, she came over later and we hella bummed around. Now I'm gonna go pick up Kapil and we're going to hang out....BYEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hella hungry still =(&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/3369110-93202350?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/93202350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/93202350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93202350' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-92874333</id><published>2003-04-18T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T22:04:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mmmm Hmmmm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Kirby! (yesterday that is). Last night was mucho fun. Seniorities was lame, but Kirby, Haris, Jayne, Jimmy, and I goofed off to make it fun. It was a good time. Afterwards, we drove to some Japanese restaurant in Milpitas. I had no idea what to eat. Ruby was there! Kirby got a free soda, it was pretty yummy, Jayne and Lydia suggested I get a Thai Ice Tea. It was delicious, Starbucks gone azn. Yummy stuff. We chilled there for such a long time. Afterwards, we hung out in 3 different parking lots, then eventually kicked it in Q-Cup. It was fun. Liz and I fell inlove with the 'couch boy.' We saw someone there...eh, no comment. Afterwards, Kirby and I had to get home early so we left. That night I talked to Neeraj, and Jason. I hella read Native Son, and worked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I cleaned the entire house. Felt nice afterwards. Then I saw "Malibu's Most Wanted." Hella funny movie, but I missed the first 15 minutes because SOMEONE broke my glasses! I had IN&amp;OUT. then pizza. Im full as hell. Then Angela came over and we wanted to have a fashion show because we were bored, so she starts looking in my closet and felt bad for me. So she ends up taking me shopping. =) now I'm home eating pizza with random people who just keep showing up at my house. must go. BYE&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/3369110-92874333?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/92874333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/92874333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92874333' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-92549704</id><published>2003-04-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T17:01:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I L-O-V-E JSA!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Smack! What a frickin sweeeeeeeeeeet weekend. HELLA NICE. HELLA!!!!! Dude, I can officially put this weekend on my top ten list in my life. =) SO FRICKIN HAPPY. I hate that it had to end. I wanted to stay there forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I left school after 1st and we (sheki, grace, and I) went to JSA. we dropped Grace off and sheki and I hung out until 11. We got there, checked in, went to opening, first block, all that good stuff, met up with Jayne and Lydia for lunch with the rest of the chapter. Mmm Round Table. Went back to another block, talked to HELLA NEW PEOPLE. We were eating dinner when neeraj came! hung out at the next few blocks, then went to check in to rooms. I wanted to find out where neeraj was so i kept calling front desk but that fing lady wouldn't tell me. So Jayne opens our door (rm 2121), and then at the same time the door across from ours opens, and standing there is NEERAJ! hella sweet. HELLA SWEET. Mmmmm DELICIOUS! Lydia's BF Jimmy was down the hallway, I hella beat her. Razzaq's room was next to Jimmy's. So we went to the dance, and bailed out early to kick it in the room instead. I had to prepare for my debate that i was Moderating and other subsequent stuff. group at jsa was...(Me, Neeraj, Sheiki, Grace, Lydia, Jimmy, Jayne, Razzaq, and Daniel). Razzaq and Jimmy are HELLLLLA FUNNY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we kicked it, block to block to room to room, to nothing to nothing. Hella relaxed. my moderating thing went hella good. Austin said i did hella good for the biggest debate of the block and a first timer. After we skipped some blocks and hung out. Dinner was lame, we ate at characters, $20 for two personal pans that neeraj and i split. The dance that night was HELLA GOOD. HELLA GOOD. we got there so early that no one was there so we started playing tag. uhm, Neeraj brough Amar and Aaron. it was fun. We had our first slow dance and stuff. Interesting. uhm. grace brought Thomas, hella cute! =) that night was seriously a killer memory. There wasn't a single moment where i regretted about not going to prom. JSA was worth it all. ALL. That night, Jimmy slept over, and he farted in Jayne's face, we stayed up talking, kirby called me and we talked for a long time, she told me about all her falling incidents, i sat there just laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came, I was sad cuz I didn't want it to end. Uhm...We ate breakfast (cookies). =) Neeraj ate mints. We went to regionals, boring, $5 for a buffet after, that didn't satisfy us, Jimmy was being hella immature during the speeches and we're hella laughing, we couldn't stop! After, Block 9 was fun. we sat on the floor playing cards and talking. I left during KeyNote Address. Came home and still reminiscing. (sp?) now for hmwk. Mmmm Delicious weekend =)&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/3369110-92549704?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/92549704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/92549704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92549704' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-92116912</id><published>2003-04-06T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T18:13:21.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm happy today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in the course of this awkward new adventure, gripping the rails so I didn't get lost, clinging to my soul so I did get hurt, and hoping this journey would embark something unforgettable. It was worth it...and I'm happy to know I want to continue this journey...though wherever it takes me, I'm happy because I'm not alone. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-92116912?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/92116912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/92116912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92116912' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-92075586</id><published>2003-04-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T21:56:14.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the peak of my inferno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've seen the perks of being a wallflower. I'm not referring to the book. I mean my life. School is somewhat new and interesting. Classes have been absolutely grueling. Days go on longer than one would wish. however, weeks end sooner than expected. Test dates are getting closer and closer as I wait for the stabbing of guilt to hit me soon. I hate myself for my lack of interest in school, instead, I'm getting wrapped up in personal affairs that have reached a huge importance lately. I'm reading a new book, 'Snow Garden.' I really like it so far. I'm not feeling well right now, bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this week was fun. One week until Spring State. I'm really excited! =)&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/3369110-92075586?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/92075586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/92075586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92075586' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-91628617</id><published>2003-03-29T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T18:01:58.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i love my saturdays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week. My sister came back home from Irvine on Tuesday. She's funny. we hung out a lot. On Monday and Tuesday and Thursday and Friday...Kirby and I went to Swensens! Every frickin day. The lady became obsessed with us...and we became obsessed wtih her IceCream. Thursday Kirby and I went to the mall. Friday, Kirby and I went back to swensens and afterwards I came home and did Sats. It was boring. We rented John Q, and Mansi and Shivani slept over. Today was a blast! I had this urge to clean my car so I went over to Mansi's and we washed my car while dancing/singing to MJ. It was very cool...and very HOT! uhm..then we pigged out at Swensens. Then Neeraj called and he came to FREMONT! =) so nice. I picked up kirby and the three of us went back to Swensens. Then I dropped the little boy off at Ankits and Kirby and I came back home. Now all the girls are over and we are getting ready to go to ACULPULCO! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to Swensens. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-91628617?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/91628617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/91628617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91628617' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-91238933</id><published>2003-03-23T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T13:05:02.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;just fabulous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was absolutely lovely. Friday I played WHOBOO. My dad brought home a mexican pizza for me. I went to bed early. I saw Bringin Down the House, and a black lady in back of me was laughing so hard she said, "OH GOD HELP ME!" That was hilarious. The movie had so many racist comments, I couldn't help but wonder what Haris's comment would've been. Saturday my dad woke me up super early because I had to clean the house. Then I picked up my grandpa and he took me out for icecream, (kirby wasnt there). I guess she doesn't live there after all. Then I helped Mansi and my dad with all the naatak stuff. It was long. I got ready hella fast and drove everyone to Chabot. The play was kinda okay the first half, hella funny the second half. Mansi and Poonam went out with some guys afterwards, I flaked out cuz I knew my dad needed my help. Kirby called and asked me to come over. AND I DID! 12:30am I drove to her house, and slept over. It was hella fun. we talked till 4am about junk. I ate a pb&amp;j sandwich. She's a crazy girl. she threw a pillow at me and I almost had a heart attack. Then I scared her by reminding of her the ring girl. good stuff. however, best part of the night....we're flipping channels. GUESS WHAT COMES ON!....PERFECT STRANGERS. That's one of my all time favorites. So kirby and i started jumping up and down since we havent seen that since like 3rd grade! awesome show. I disliked the episode though, oh well, I love balki! That really made my day. Neeraj called me this morning. that was cool too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. i finished my math hmwk. hella happy.&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/3369110-91238933?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/91238933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/91238933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91238933' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-91102230</id><published>2003-03-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T20:04:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;good times on a role&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm still sick. I'm drugged up too. Today was great though. Neeraj is leaving tomorrow to Boston for a long long time. Tomorrow is Sadies, and I'm not going. And I really really wanted to go. I'm going to Spring State in a month. I really dislike school. I'm failing two miserable classes. I dislike some people at school. They think the world revolves around them and their minor crisis about life. And how they incessently whine and cry about it. Gosh, I should throw tomatos at them. Do they know that there are people out in the world who are suffering a million times more then them. I like thinking of what Robert ended his story with. Knowing that "I'm stronger." And I know I am. Even though they have a perfect life and they wish to continue to complain about all the things people wish and dream to have, I know that I'm stronger, emotionally and physically. Thanks Robert. Brilliant point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo. About today. Kirby and I went to go say good-bye to Neeraj. We hunted him down forever at his school. Then we had Jamba, and then we did hmwk in the park. Oh and we played storyline taboo in the car. That was honestly so much fun! I hope you have a fun and safe trip Neeraj. Don't get sick, and see you later!&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/3369110-91102230?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/91102230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/91102230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91102230' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-90731971</id><published>2003-03-14T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T13:51:12.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sick and tired of being sick and tired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is poo. I've been missing way too many days of school. I'm sick. Not just regular sick, but sick sick. Too many health problems. It's pathetic. According to Neeraj, I'm always on the go, I don't stop for anything. I guess the sickness caught up to me. stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying in bed studying and watching Dead Poets Society. Good movie. watch it people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-90731971?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/90731971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/90731971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90731971' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-90428072</id><published>2003-03-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T17:37:16.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i like my friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a long time. Lately, I've been pooped. I'm surprised I survived this painful, long, exhausting week. I hate school. On Tuesday, I went to Denny's then Househunting with Haris, Catherine, and Kirby. Then on Wed I went home sick. Then on Thursday I went to Kirby's. Then on Friday, I went to Jamba with Nick and Kirby, and then I went over to Kirby's, then I had tacobell with my dad, and then I studied and then I talked to Anant, and then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the ultimate best. I woke up and dragged my ass out of bed to go pick up Kirby so we could go take the lame PSATs. It was excruciating. It was long. Catherine brought a whole box of cereal. After, we picked up haris, and Robert followed us to Kirby's house. We ate pizza, and hella other junk food. We watched Mr. Deeds, then &lt;b&gt;THE RING&lt;/b&gt;! I had already seen it and I still was screaming. Nick kept hitting me. It was scary. Neeraj came later. then after we went to Swensens. and we ordered two icecream stuff and 7 people shared. Then we went to the park and played baseball, and we attempted to do something else and resorted to going back home. Then we played guesstures, then we sat around and made fun of certain people. actually, that was all HARIS. Then we attempted to play something else outside. We were going to go bowling, but Nick couldn't so we played football at the park again. It was so much fun...we could hardly see anything! Oh then we came back and Nick and Haris left. Then I left with Neeraj. I came back home and Neeraj's mommy picked him up. and I thought I would do hmwk but instead went back to Kirby's and watched Meet the Parents at 11pm. Then we all took turns going online! lol. Pathetic. It was just Catherine, Kirby, Robert, and me. Then I left and so did Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Im going to start all my hmwk. BYE&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/3369110-90428072?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/90428072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/90428072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90428072' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-90095162</id><published>2003-03-03T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T21:24:33.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i feel like poo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you all. Tell you whats going through my head, tell you why I feel so horrible today. Why I hate some things in life. But I forced to keep quiet. and its eating me up inside. I dislike all of this. And the person to blame for all of this..all of it, is me. only &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-90095162?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/90095162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/90095162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90095162' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89982823</id><published>2003-03-01T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T20:22:32.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sweet saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was mucho fun! I went to Tapioca with Kirby and we got 3 stamps! I barely finished my drink. Then we went to Catherine's and sat around for 5 hours! We goofed off so much, and did hmwk too. eh, sure we did! Then we got some food and came back to eat at her house. I played with her lint ball. its too cute. I came home later and my dad and I got Pasta Pomodora to go. Kirby and I played a trick on neeraj twice. we are sliiick and smoooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ time. bye. oh yeah, hmwk too. bye&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/3369110-89982823?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89982823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89982823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89982823' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89938805</id><published>2003-02-28T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T20:30:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the way you make me feel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on fallin'/In and out of love/With you/Sometimes I love ya/Sometimes you make me blue/Sometimes I feel good/At times I feel used/Lovin you darlin'/Makes me so confused/I keep on/Fallin'/In and out of love with you/I never loved someone/The way that I love you /Oh, oh, I never felt this way/How do you give me so much pleasure/And cause me so much pain?/Just when I think/I've taken more than would a fool/I start fallin' back in love with you &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/3369110-89938805?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89938805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89938805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89938805' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89876918</id><published>2003-02-27T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T21:15:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;smoke in my eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see straight. There's smoke in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the year when you find out who your true friends are. The artificial caring vs. the true caring. I've finally seen it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been so confused and frustrated with all the raindrops that have been sinking into my head. Have you ever yearned for a that moment where you can find all the answers to your burning questions to rid your confusion and frustration, but once you find those answers you are still left with confusion and frustration. I'm there, and I don't understand why. I've got a lot of anger built inside of me, and I can't really explain why. How do you know when something is perfectly right, and something is perfectly wrong. How do you know that mistakes made should be forgiven. How do you let go of the past. I've been battling so many issues lately. so many issues. and each one seems to fill my head with frustration and confusion until I cannot breathe. I had a surprise today. It was awkward. Im not sure what I was feeling other than being completely dazed and shaking. It was good yet bad. It was so wonderful that it happened however, I hate watching it end. And it seems so unfair, because I let myself fall into that hole that it will happen again, yet it won't. Sometimes I feel that when I have things so miserable, God would do something special for me in return to make up for it. And he does, however, why does it always go wrong in the end. Why do the best things in the world end? I hate how life offers the best things and then takes it away so quickly. I dislike how people lead you on, and can't promise the one thing you most desire. I hate how no one can understand you feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if its meant to end. what if it over already, and we didnt know it. what if we are just in this because we feel we need to, yet we dont desire it. what if its all just nothing but artificial happiness. I do second guess a lot, however I have the right to be. Why do I let myself wait around for that special moment. I cant get myself to weigh out the factors of truth vs. lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall into a black hole of your love.&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/3369110-89876918?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89876918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89876918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89876918' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89745407</id><published>2003-02-25T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T20:12:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;fatigued&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you messed up. deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i realized that it makes me happy to be sick. i love being sick at home. i dislike school so much, i dislike the people at school. kirby made me soup today. shes nice. except for the part when she stole my shoes. that dorky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for hmwk, im pooped.&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/3369110-89745407?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89745407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89745407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89745407' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89613476</id><published>2003-02-23T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T13:00:54.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;UCI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indus Compeition was fun! I had a great time. Actually, my entire Saturday was so much fun. I woke up and picked up Kirby, Anthony, and Catherine and we all went out for lunch. Then we went to Liz's to make bids! It was awesome. They look quite spiffy! I want to go to prom just for the sake of the invitation. What a prom night it shall be. After I dropped Catherine off at home, then Kirby, then I went home to get ready for INDUS! It was awesome. So many people were there, I got to see Anish, and Reshma, and Poonam, and Kevin, and they performed their Raas. It was soo GOOD! Penn Masala did an encore presentation. Mansi started drooling! My sister's performance was incredible. They were honestly the best ones there. Their costume was excellent. good job uci. Benita was too cute! They won 2nd place. stupid ucsd won 1st and they looked like beggers. no comment. stupid sd. anyhoo, after we went to in&amp;out and then home. Gargi, Benita, Neha, the UCI gang came to sleep over. we watched the video all night and talked. Mucho fun! I woke up this morning realizing that I've got a poo load of hmwk to do. okay, must go. bye&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/3369110-89613476?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89613476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89613476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89613476' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89558189</id><published>2003-02-22T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T09:58:50.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;penn masala baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an extrordinary night. school was lame as usual. At night, I went to go watch Penn Masala with Jennifer, and my entire famille. I made Greek Pizza for dinner and everyone came to eat it! And they liked it! woo-hoo. Jennifer, dressed up so pretty, and so did Mansi. I refused to try on the millions of clothes they gave me. The drive to SF was fun in the car. I scared Mansi of the bridge and I made Jennifer listen to MJ all the way. Let me just cut to the point. PENN MASALA was so GOOOOOOOOOOD! dear lord, it was extremely awesome! Jennifer enjoyed herself. We got their autographs and met them too. It was so cool. Jennifer likes hindi music! I swear, it was so amazing, those that missed out...i feel bad for you because it was absolutely one of the coolest acappella groups i've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight....INDUS 2nd ANNUAL HINDI FILM DANCE COMPETITION.And the winners from last year will kick butt! (MY SISTER)!!! Oh yeah...Irvine is going to OWN this competition. I cant wait to see it tonight. My dad has extra tickets, so if i like you, ask me if you'd like to join. Its going to be mucho fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-89558189?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89558189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89558189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89558189' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89466422</id><published>2003-02-20T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T17:06:01.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;om shanti shanti shanti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a little rough. I tried my hardest not to let things get to me. especially last night. I'm going to stay calm, because I am prepared for this. As angry and frustrated as I am, I will remain calm. whew. Today was not too shabby I suppose. I woke late and it felt nice. I picked up kirby and mansi. Kirby woke up super late, and it was hilarious! she was like, "shreya! give me a minute!" Too cute. We went to Starbucks. I wore my ballet shoes to school, so comfy. History was amazingly boring, go figure. French was absolutely nasty, we watched a sexual movie. Lunch was cool. Jr Prom meeting, and I volunteered for hella things. Im excited! I can't wait to make bids! Catherine and Kirby signed up for PROM EXPO. lol, good luck girls. Oh YEA...I get to decided who the DJ will be. How GREAT, i'll pick someone who plays music from the 80s. (just kidding). I got a little annoyed today, but Im going to refuse to talk about it. Im running for Public Relations for ASB. Grace told me its a good position except you have to go to 3 surf board meetings per week outside of school. I dont think it will be bad. Im actually looking forward to it if I get selected. Nick is running for CLASS PRESIDENT! Vote NICK please! Catherine and Kirby made plans today afterschool at the spur of the moment. We went to wendy's and ate, and sat, and TALKED for and hour and a half. it was so niiiiiiiiiice. i had a great time. then kirbs and i drove home talking about MJ again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear lord, I am seriously addicted to mj's music. hands down. i want to go to cp concert too. OH YEAH...Hey you...im going to smash a tomato in your face. i hate myself because of you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-89466422?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89466422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89466422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89466422' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89270008</id><published>2003-02-17T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T16:00:28.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sure, why not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing makes me more happy that to see my two best friends go to prom together. oh so lovely. i went to kirby's house last night at 11pm. i was honored by being the first person to see her prom dress. its gorgeous. good shopping kirbs. its absolutely lovely. we talked for so long, and played john mayer while i pretended to be playing the guitar. good stuff. i went to sports day yesterday. a dog peed on me. and an uncle made me watch volleyball because he didnt think i could play. but i did play...and he said, "GOOD JOB BABY." Poonam and I hung out at starbucks and then tacobell. I went to sacramento (davis) on saturday. that was uhm..interesting i suppose. i drove the entire way there and my dad and i listened to Micheal Jackson the entire way there and the entire way back. and he put the music on so loud and sang along. it felt infinite. driving with my dad, with no arguments and just smiles. i loved it. i saw milind, veeral, deepa, veeraj, and anand. i got home at 1:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my dog to the vet's today and he got 7 shots. he's pretty knocked out right now. he was acting delirious earlier trying to chew his own foot. cute. kirby and i drove around borders for 30 minutes looking for a damn parking spot when we ended up just going to her house instead. we got tapioca...and i was the only NON-AZN person there. we listened to hella MJ. kirby said "MJ is SMOOTH" i said "MJ is SLICK." Kirby's mom said "MJ is great just dont look at his face." now i must get ready for greg to instill some math brain power. good bye.&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/3369110-89270008?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89270008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89270008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89270008' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-89158258</id><published>2003-02-15T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T13:56:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i wanna fly away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. im pooped. i want a rice crispie heart right now. kirby and i made v-day snacks for people. alex thought i poisioned his. i really should have with some laxatives. we had a great time making stuff. we went to bay street cafe two days in a row and it was awesome. friday seemed lame at school. people with their artifical love is quite interesting to watch. platonic love just seems so much more real. maybe its just because im not the sappy type. anthony got kirby, jennifer, and i a balloon with cookies and candies attached at the bottom. kirby got me a carnation, and jennifer got me a black card. (no comment). oh and neeraj gave me a cd that he made and a stress tomatoe. yes, he gave me a tomatoe. i like it. i came home after dropping kirby off. went to mansi's. i played HOT and COLD with shivani's guy friends for an hour. they said i was the coolest cousin ever. indeed i am. i went to see Daredevil that night. awesome movie. i played laser tag and i surely kicked butt. some guy was like, "WHOA you're a GIRL" and then i killed him. i loved it. i got home and called kirby which was fun. i realized we talk a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to sacramento today. i took shivani out to taco bell. we hung out and it was so much fun. i've got mucho hmwk. i'll blog more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated v-day to everyone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-89158258?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89158258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/89158258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89158258' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-88946129</id><published>2003-02-11T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T17:59:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;figuring it all out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i know whats bothering me. i figured it out when things got quiet. and i think thats very important to know. it made things feel clear and together. dont get me wrong. i know what happened was important. and i need to remember it. but its like when my doctor told me the story of these two brothers whose dad was a bad alcoholic. one brother grew up to be a successful carpenter who never grank. the other brother ended up being a drinker as bad as his dad was. when they asked the first brother why he didnt drink, he said that after he saw what it did to his father, he could never bring himself to even try it. when they asked the other brother, he said that he guessed he learned how to drink on his father's knee. so, i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. and maybe we'll never know most of them. but even if we dont have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. we can still do things. and we can try to feel okay about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that when i have kids, and they are upset, i wont tell them that people are starving in China or anthing like that because it wouldnt change the fact that they were upset. and even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesnt really change the fact that you have what you have. good and bad. &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/3369110-88946129?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88946129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88946129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88946129' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-88945271</id><published>2003-02-11T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T17:58:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;emotionally unstable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started again, and i can't go to places where i used to go. and i cant be like it was. to tell you the truth, ive just been avoiding everything. i walk around the school hallways and look at people. i look at the teachers and wonder why the're here. if they like their jobs. or us. and i wonder how smart they were when they were 17. not in a mean way. in a curious way. it's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. or wondering who did the heart breaking. and wondering why. especially since i know that if they went to another school, the person who had their heart broken would have had their heart broken by somebody else, so why does it have to be so personal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure whats bothering me. kirby and i had a long discussion. i even talked to my sister for a long time. i think more than anything i need space. im trying to sort out so many emotions and issues on my mind. i have to learn to let go of the past. i have to learn that not everything is in my control. i have to learn that no one will care about me more than myself. i need to put my needs before anyone elses now. i need to look out for myself. its time for a change.&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/3369110-88945271?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88945271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88945271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88945271' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-88863477</id><published>2003-02-10T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T10:51:22.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;untrustworthy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being right sometime. i hate thinking "i told you so" and i hate how people screw you over and you knew it was going to happen. i was prepared for it, knew it would happen, but i really wish it didn't. now im sitting here, wondering why im such an idiot. im mad. im mad at myself. because i cant stop saying "I TOLD YOU SO" and im mad because i let stupid things happen to me. and i want to do something about it, but im not sure. how much will i take from a person. i dont know. im upset, and im not sure if i have a right to be. kirby says i should be mad. mad enough to throw tomatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for today are being flushed down the toliet. i had a fabulous idea. going somewhere, surprising someone, and doing this awesome thing. now...i want to go somewhere and throw tomatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...my weekend was good. my uncle is doing good. i saw anant and nirav and they are good. US was fun. mansi is funny. i had fun driving for 4 1/2 hours. i like driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;personality results:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shreya, you're an Observer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means you're one of the more kind-hearted people around. You are unusually intuitive, and you probably understand yourself, as well as others. That also means you're a good mediator — though you may prefer to spend more quiet time on your own than most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the self-knowledge you already possess, you are better equipped than many to steer your life in the right direction. Understanding more about the components of your personality will reveal unique information that even people like you might not realize. And the better you know yourself, the more confident you'll be making decisions that affect your life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-88863477?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88863477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88863477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88863477' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-88740510</id><published>2003-02-07T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T19:56:52.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;need i say more?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my dorky friend neeraj. please take a few minutes to make fun of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paly.net/students/images/sw02d5_42.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-88740510?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88740510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88740510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88740510' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-88740066</id><published>2003-02-07T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T19:44:00.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just so overwhelmed and no one in the whole world can understand it. i feel like im standing on a cliff waiting for the right moment to jump. to just sigh and give up. i dont want to worry about the results. no one understands, no one will, and i dont count on anyone doing so. im not the person that shares, im not the person that dwells, im the person that buries it until i cant find room. i cant find room right now. im just so overwhelmed. i feel like going to bed hoping i dont wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-88740066?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88740066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88740066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88740066' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-88667291</id><published>2003-02-06T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T13:22:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;thoughts gone wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY GARGI MEHTA! I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU AND HAVE A FABULOUS DAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me start with a SIGH and WOO HOO to our debate team. we so did it. and it so felt lovely. im happy. its just a relief. i got a perfect score and im so ecstatic about that. i love my group. im so blessed i had hardworking determined people. did i forget to mention...crazy and fun also. late night meetings at borders with drinks and drinks from starbucks and our goofing off ever 5 minutes will be quite memorable. oh im so happy. thank you "sexy group." im going to cherish this &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. im sick. sick as ever. i woke up, staggered, and fell. im weak and for the first time, im scared. im not sure what's wrong with me other than this sickness isnt quite going away. i seem okay at school other than the weakness, but as soon as i lay down in bed...the coughing becomes incessant continuing to get worse. im going to take my cough syrup. and im going to start watching what i eat and taking care of myself. i can't afford to keep missing school. im worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still worried...about too many things. i cant stop wondering about my actions lately and how i allow myself to get into situations i dont want to be in. i feel like i failure...more than that, i feel like a disgrace. i feel as though im going to bring everyone i know shame and humiliation once they know me because im nothing but a failure. and that image that i see...this image is eating me alive. im freaking out, day and night, about my future and how do i escape mistakes, or how do i fix it. i do i let go my past mistakes and allow myself to move on and start new and fresh. im worried about hurting others, and im worried about no one understanding. im worried that my actions will come with reprecussions and im an idiot for not realizing it. im absoultely downright worried and i cant fix that. someone please fix me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-88667291?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88667291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88667291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88667291' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-88561819</id><published>2003-02-04T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T17:15:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;its been awhile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes...its been awhile. at least i update a lil more frequently than neeraj. his posts are months apart. I can update within a few weeks. lets see... FINALS last week were absolutely horrific. i hated every single final in every single class. I got a few of my grades today. B- in chem..thank god. ap history...STUPID CLASS...i hate being borderline. waiting for english...but i got a B on the final. Band...god forbid anything lower than an A. math...i'd like to pass. ew. i absolutely abhor school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait...today is good however. it is JENNIFER YU's 17th Birthday. yes indeed...now go hug her. i went home sick today...according to jason ive got "a lady tummy ache." English Debate tomorrow...(no comment!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was fabulous. i hung out at nicks on friday, then went with kirbs to fresh choice and met neeraj for 5 minutes afterwards. went to jennifer's party on saturday, got really sick, played with her edible marshmellow sister, went to sleep early, and group meeting on sunday. ive got a new group in chemistry. Its Roma, Rina, and Eugene (who snorts). Jennifer and I miss each other and our 20pt labs. hm..this means my new lab partner is Eugene...time to shape that boy up. okay enough...BYE&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/3369110-88561819?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88561819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88561819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88561819' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-88039201</id><published>2003-01-25T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T23:47:17.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;hella nice weekend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. this weekend was off to great start. im having that bad feeling that tomorrow is going to be a sucky sunday. it may be the superbowl but its not fun when you got finals to tend to. yesterday i went to jen's house. i played with her sister, kasey. i had this urge to kidnap her. she's absolutely adorable and i like her. too cute. we played high fives for 15 minutes. then she made me imaginary food from her toy kitchen, and then we colored in her book, well she scribbled. then we counted the dots on dominoes, and she spelled jennifer's name. and she ate popcorn with us while jen and i watched "when harry met sally" that movie creeped me out for a unmentioned reason. i had fun at jen's house. i want her sister. i want a baby sister. hm. that was all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was mucho fun and yes that is an understatement. my lovely friends came over for our own little fiesta and it was quite a day. jennifer, nick, anthony, kirby, mansi, neeraj, and amar. we played guesstures, taboo, die die die, adams family game, and sat a lot. we ate a lot too. actually, i ate a lot. we went to BR to surprise kirbs. it was super fun. i want to talk more about it but im too lazy. good bye now.&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/3369110-88039201?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88039201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/88039201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88039201' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-87749728</id><published>2003-01-20T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T14:39:18.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i want to hella blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my frickin krishna. Why didn't God make me a GUY. I do way more sweeter, cuter, nicer, special things for the opposite sex than they do for me. I seriously am the queen of making others feel special. NO JOKE! I seriously DO! I got out of my way to do things i wish people would do for me. oh well, i guess its worth it. last night, mansi said i was the guy and ****** was the girl. its no joke. its hella true. anyhoo, my sister left today. I went to drop her off at the airport. it was nice seeing her. I'll see her in exactly one month again. hm, its too quiet in the house right now. everyone is gone. i should do hmwk but i cant. im really pooped. i feel sick too. i played 'smart mouth' today and i WON. end of story. im super hungry. byeeee&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/3369110-87749728?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/87749728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/87749728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87749728' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-87625381</id><published>2003-01-17T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T20:55:49.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the ultimate palo alto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. what a joyful, exciting, superb day. I must first off start off with saying that I got a HIGH B+ on my chem test. oh yes i hecka did. hm, thank you. end of that. school was a tremendous bore, i was waiting all day for afterschool. I went on an adventure with Jennifer. JENNIFER!!! Good lord! What a lovely day! Jennifer and I drove to Palo Alto to kick back and have some fun. I showed her a tour of palo alto. it was great. i met a boy with a baby. interesting. Jhak Keegan is cute. Some girl touched me because i had a cute outfit, as flattering as that is, its still scary. I wanted to surprise amar at his practice, he wasnt there :( We went to a TOP SECRET place afterwards to surprise a TOP SECRET person. It was cool. Jennifer couldn't stop laughing and I wanted to pee. My ears turned red, and i started sweating, a lot. it was bad. and people thought we were too hyper. Then Jennifer and I went to the Stanford Shopping Center which was MUCHO fun! we didn't do anything but walk around, yell at each other, try on useless items, and eat...EAT hella yummy food. Jen bought like 6 cakes. crazy chica. afterwards, we yelled some more on the way home. I needed fresh air from yelling at jennifer. GOOD LORD she made me yell so much. lol. Then I made jennifer face a near death experice. it was good. lol...enough with that. im pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be on the phone right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-87625381?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/87625381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/87625381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87625381' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-87295703</id><published>2003-01-11T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T22:51:36.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;argh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i have to get this off my chest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current though on my mind: cheated...I just feel so goddamn CHEATED. really cheated. liked used...completely cheated and used. ew. i hate this feeling. stupid feeling. i think its just so god damn hard to let go of something. especially when its created by the people you hella care about. CHEATED CHEATED CHEATED. i hate this feeling. argh. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-87295703?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/87295703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/87295703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87295703' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-87295100</id><published>2003-01-11T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T22:32:24.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;new me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school this week. It went fast. I think this new me is going to work out just fine. I like the new me...its more real. I feel more carefree and better about myself. I like it. a lot. School was boring...well classes were okay. Its just boring. I've kinda got used to how to make it a little more interesting than the usual. I'll just have to give it more time. I like avoiding the lame-o at school. It's working so far. I've lately come to the realization that past things I've been very much compatible with aren't going to continue this year. I'm going to leave more things to fate. I'll let it unfold on its own. No more outside forces to act upon the bizarre events in my life. I like this feeling. hmm..I got a job. I got sick too. Oh well. I got a math tutor. I talked to neel the other day. That was stimulating..refreshing to catch up old friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Amar's Basketball game yesterday. he's mucho GOOD. job well done amar. I like amar...i really like him..He's so awesome and adorable. Adorable Amar! hm..nothing else really. Neeraj talks a lot. Its awkward for me to hang out with him. Im a mucho talker...and when Im with him..I can't stand being so quiet for so long. And..Im not that crazy around him. I feel so weird. I don't get to act myself anymore. Its upsetting. oh well...it will pass. This week...everyone in the whole god damn world is talking about Jr Prom. Why why why? I seriously thought it about..just for 10 minutes. And I dont want to go. I know its going to be lame. I really dont want to go. I don't really have expectations for most things. But i do for Jr Prom...i rather not go and upset myself. I mean...I want to go and make the most of it. but i think to go comes at a price to high...literally. first off...no date, and if i do get a date. I want it to be like the movies...where he picks me up...and i walk down the stairs and takes me in his car, and he drives to a restaurant. but knowing myself, it wont happen. therefore..screw the jr prom, i'll wait till sr prom...hoping a guy does that. I'd like to be cinderella once. that would be absolutely fantastic. okay..i can wait. no biggie. hmm...other stupid stuff on mind...i dislike people that steal my ideas and plans. i dislike people that misjudge me. i dislike people that aren't caring. enoough about this stupid junk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-87295100?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/87295100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/87295100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87295100' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-86971209</id><published>2003-01-05T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T17:33:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;scary thought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be turning &lt;font size=+2&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  this year. that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-86971209?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86971209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86971209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86971209' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-86910825</id><published>2003-01-03T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T22:10:44.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;melting hearts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like those girls on tv that get all girly and happy and jump around clicking their heels with a crest smile with red cheeks completely perky and in the most incredible peak of happiness ever. i love those moments where you are completely engrossed in your own world with the person next to you, with no idea or care of your surroundings. I love those moments when your heart literally melts into a puddle and your entire body feels like jello. i love those moments where the entire world could fall apart at your feet and yet you feel like your gliding on air. i love these moments...these unforgettable moments. i loved STOMP, i loved ZINGARI, i loved the GYM, i loved the STREETS, i loved the VIEW, i loved it ALL. it was amazing...it was perfect. it was the most utterly fascinating moment in my entire life. i loved it all. thank you. i've fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people...go see STOMP. its stimulating. today was nice. bowling is energizing. im just too happy. im sitting here...thinking...i've not started any hmwk. i've been so tied up with family stuff that there has seriously been no time to crack open a book. and i realized that i have less than three days. im dreading school. i want to drop out. its the worst place to go to. i hate it. i have no appreciation to what it offers me. the value of education is diminished by our system. im ready to be shipped to india. i hate our environment here. i dont want to go back to school. it has nothing appealing to look forward to each and everyday. the usual has turned into poo. school makes me bitter. oh how much will i miss this break. i'll miss January 2nd. i'll miss disneyland with the family...the future isn't appealing anymore. im turning 18 this year. what does that mean...no fun. im off to college soon...more work. its all scary. i want to surive highschool. i dont have any emotions for anything now. screw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats "san pablo" soooo niiiiiice!!&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/3369110-86910825?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86910825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86910825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86910825' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-86442442</id><published>2002-12-23T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T10:00:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;what an unbelievable weekend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LORDLY LORD" -jennifer, in which i have great reason to use her words today. I feel so worn out yet I am still packed with energy. My dad's 50th SURPRISE birthday party was absolutely fantastic! It was overwhelming for all of us. the car ride there was hilarious, walking in to the surprise was the best. My family had surprised my sister, my dad, and me by not telling us that my Aunt and Cousin were coming from India for their first time to America...for my dad's party. And when i saw them...i froze...started shaking and yeah..i think the tears found its purpose. it was soooooo NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE! I couldn't believe it. the rest of the night was quite wonderful. we stayed up until 4am...played so much with my little cousin...he has enormous amounts of energy. good lord! whew. yeah so it was great. My uncles from everywhere came! Ahhh just too much fun. and my dad is in the BEST MOOD EVER. he cant stop smiling and is soo happy. i love it! oh gosh i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...I went to CHUCKEE CHEESE. it was fun. i got stuck in the play things. it hurt. eh...i ate hella tacobell. and i think we are going SF sightseeing today. i dont know. but this is going to be a crazy two week break. "LORDLY LORD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^isnt that like anadiplosis...ending and beginning a paragraph with the same phrase or word. wootness pour moi.&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/3369110-86442442?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86442442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86442442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86442442' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-86372522</id><published>2002-12-21T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T13:37:23.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;school free finally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a weird couple of days lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tuesday&lt;/i&gt; chemistry test was crazy. lunch was boring. school was boring. sister came home from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wenesday&lt;/i&gt; my sister gave me pretty clothes to wear to school. it was cool. ap chem questions was fun because i got a lot right...well somewhat. band was funny...we had a cute substitute teacher. same guy on tuesday. daniel told him i thought he was "hot" quite embaressing. Jermey Wilkins is his name and he is a bartender at Olive Garden and he snowboards too. soo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thursday&lt;/i&gt; we had a band concert for the winter assembly all day. it was cold and pouring rain. kirby and i went to Noah's Bagles in the morning. that was super yummy. then we ditched 2nd with Dan and K and we went to Starbucks to do hmwk and we also played chess. I beat Dan. It was GREAT! it started pouring later...Jen gave me a fabulous gift...its quite pee worthy. Kirby and I left home early after concert and it was dangerous driving home. interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;friday&lt;/i&gt; School was interesting. i love kirby's gift...its a HUGE box filled with numerous amounts of chocolate candies and she painted the box and wrote on it....SO COOL. jen gave me cookie cutters and a cookie cook book. nicks is in the process, anthony gave me a can opener, and chicken soup can, Neeraj gave me Ghiridelli, and alyssa gave me 10lbs of air freshner for my car. Ooo i love xmas. i went to CPK after school and played the question game and it was super fun. i came home and it got a million times boring. no fun. i saw changing lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight...dad's surprise bday party. too exciting. annnnd MY ROOM IS SOO CLEAN! please come over and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-86372522?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86372522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86372522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86372522' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-86151192</id><published>2002-12-16T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T21:16:48.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i want to feel special forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a princess today....special princess. hhehe. Im 17 today. finally 17. its not that great, and its not that bad. i feel old. i want to take this time to express the true feelings inside of me but i cant. oh well. eh today was so awkward. it had its ups and downs. it great in the morning...irritating in the middle, and awesome in the end. its great that it ended being awesome. thanks mansi...u're too lovely. thank you roses ;) muuahahh. so pretty. i love roses. The best part about being 17....Rated-R movies! HAHAH GREAT. lets see..thats pretty much all of today. majority of it was poo but it got better. have no expectations it can be fun. thanks mucho to ppl that remembered. i miss you guys....all of u...even u too jason, im sorry we arent able to see each other often anymore. but i promise i'll come next weekend. i miss you tons. and alyssa...i remember last year's birthday bash...we'll have to do something soon. i love you guys. and much thanks to my amigos at school. thank you. and my family...u guys are too awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update lately: school is poo, winterball i missed, someone take me to a dance...a winter ball preferably. i want to go dancing. i hate flakers, and i hate ppl that cant say 'yes' Poonam's party was awesome...THanks for getting a cake for me. AHHH so niiice. KIRBY made me rice crispies. too sweet. literally. anyhoo...enough about that good bye&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/3369110-86151192?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86151192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/86151192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86151192' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-85817097</id><published>2002-12-10T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:09:40.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;by the frickin way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate FLAKERS...they deserve to be all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls&gt;&gt; RULE ONE...Never allow yourselves to get attached...if you do..u're screwed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that right at the exact time when you get pushed down...everything else in the world falls down??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-85817097?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85817097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85817097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85817097' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-85816951</id><published>2002-12-10T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T19:06:40.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Things I do to annoy Nicholas Terry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to him...muwuhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky Nicky Poo&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;We've got some work to do now&lt;br /&gt;Nicky Nicky Poo&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;We need some help from you now&lt;br /&gt;Come on Nicky Poo I see you&lt;br /&gt;Pretendin' you got a sliver&lt;br /&gt;You're not foolin' me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can see&lt;br /&gt;The way you shake and shiver&lt;br /&gt;Ya know we've got a mystery to solve&lt;br /&gt;So Nicky Poo be ready for your act&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back&lt;br /&gt;And nicky poo if you come through&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have yourself a Nicky Snack&lt;br /&gt;That's a fact&lt;br /&gt;Nicky Nicky Poo&lt;br /&gt;Here are you&lt;br /&gt;You're ready and you're willin'&lt;br /&gt;We can count on you&lt;br /&gt;Nicky Poo&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll catch that villain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-85816951?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85816951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85816951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85816951' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-85670793</id><published>2002-12-07T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T22:57:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;cops and flat tires&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting 2 days. some cops are good, others are bad. friday was fun, afterschool of course. Neeraj came over, we went to Jennifer's, went to Denny's, went to Starbucks, and sat, and talked, and sat more, and neeraj danced, while jen and i laughed. funky...'in a good way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday and its huge ups and downs. HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY DADDY! I LOVE YOU MUCHO!!! woke up, went to dad's work, went to Starbucks, went to get a haircut...ew, went to PA, almost killed myself, almost faced death, saved a rabbit, got a flat tire, met a hot cop, went to dinner, came home...doing revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quuuite interesting, yes indeed.&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/3369110-85670793?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85670793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85670793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85670793' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-85507465</id><published>2002-12-04T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T15:43:47.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sweet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa...its been a hectic couple of days. TAHOE was major fun. it started off okay...i just got homesick the first day. i twisted/sprained my wrist and thumb badly on Friday from snowboarding! what an awesome experience!! I got stuck on the lift almost. i bumped into a cute boy until he took off his googles! i did no hmwk there :) Saturday I went to Reno and saw some chinese people do body bendings and play with pots. quite interesting. tahoe....way too much fun! i like snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mondays are seriously made me to be horrible days. I can't recall having a good monday! ew...my birthday is on a monday...wait! I was born on a MONDAY too! YUCK! anyway...mondays are poo. i got cut for soccer. sucks...really sucks. im going to miss it. Im going to miss hanging out with kathlyn, kirbs, sheiki, sara, emilia, megan! You guys were awesome. stupid AngeL...she kept a sucky player over me. its okay...gotta get over it. what's to look forward to now...swip swamp dance hopefully if i make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday...so niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice! after school that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download "The Ketchup Song"&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/3369110-85507465?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85507465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85507465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85507465' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-85118839</id><published>2002-11-26T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T10:16:11.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;back to the somewhat...GOOD OLE DAYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so things are pretty smiffy now. well for the most part. its okay...I just need to get used to riding this rollar coaster. it's part of life i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reeeeeeeeeeeeecap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&gt; we won our first game vs. hayward high...eh 0-0, anthony showed up...he saw me..NOT PLAY! it was a bad day after that.&lt;br /&gt;friday&gt; school was superlative...minimum day. messed up on history test :( after my friends and i went to India Palace for lunch. that was fobulous! then kirby and i went to Antioch for our game. 1-1, Kara made the goale kick! soo pretty! that night we went to PA and visited our friend...after kirby and i were starving at went to IHOP...so filling!&lt;br /&gt;saturday&gt; kirby picked me up and we went to Moreau for our game. 1-0, we won with Kara's sweet winning goal. megan the awesome goale is so amazing. that night was incredibly boring. &lt;br /&gt;sunday&gt; sunday school, last sats class, then went to UC Landing to see my friends. we went out for japanese food..no comment. had krispe kremes afterwards and went to my house and drew on my white board. good stuff. i talked to (blank) on the phone until 1:30am. good stuff! what a great day.&lt;br /&gt;monday&gt; did mucho hmwk but still mucho left. went to game vs. ygnacio valley..we won 1-0, KIRBY SCORED the WINNING GOAL! good job kirbs! i didnt play...and im pisssed. we had a pizza party afterwards and Kathlyn, Sheiki, Sarah, and Amanda are the funniest, cutest group of girls i've ever met! you guys are too cute!!! after i went to PA to chill with pablo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&gt; hmwk, practice from 12-1 (whew one hour only), kirby and I shall go to PA and chill with PABLO :) then off to home and do more hmwk. DADDY is coming home today!!! going to TAHOE on thursday. ewww SO MUCH HMWK. KILL ME NOW.&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/3369110-85118839?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85118839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/85118839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85118839' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-84850001</id><published>2002-11-20T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T19:31:05.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;whew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a frickin break....FROM EVERYTHING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously get soo annoyed with school...especially the people. and i get soo annoyed with myself because i cant control my nerves around those people because they are soo annoying! ewwwwww!!!!!! its so bad, that i woke up this morning thinking i didnt want to go to school because i hate the people...and i wanted to read history too! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that need to be acknowledged&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&gt; MARCHING BAND COMPETITION in LINCOLN, STOCKTON.....1st place Wind Ensemble...3rd place Band! yes yes...we kicked some serious ass! that night...denny's was fun...bus ride was fun...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&gt; fun SAT class....i won a million dollars...and lolipops.&lt;br /&gt;Monday&gt; pissed off...i seriously hate some people.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&gt; pissed off...i seriously hate some people.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&gt; pissed off...i seriously hate some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First IHS home game for  girls SOCCER tomorrow....KICK SOME ASS LADIES! im excited. got my jersey...#4!!! good luck babes!&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/3369110-84850001?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/84850001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/84850001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84850001' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-84613098</id><published>2002-11-15T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T23:18:08.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eww...&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU GUYS WENT TO GO SEE HARRY POTTER WITHOUT ME!!!!!! (argh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, a movie comes out and it stays out in the theaters for months! what was the big deal! cant even wait a week for me. i seriously am pissed! jeez i'd figured it would be a friends thing to go together. argh...im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a frickin happier moment of my god damn day! i made the soccer team. and i did something fun tonight which i very much liked. the french play was amazing and i thought it was hilarious that i bought tickets to go see it again with my friends. ahhh FUCK THAT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3369110-84613098?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/84613098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/84613098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84613098' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-84513382</id><published>2002-11-13T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T22:38:35.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;why again?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learn from the history, or its doomed to repeat itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so i did. i studied, i learned, and i promised myself i wouldnt allow it to repeat again. i've failed...miserably. why now? and why again? someone tell me why? why are my questions never answered. As soon as I become contempt with myself, my life, and everything that surrounds me, God decides to throw another hurricane at me. It's like everyone is waiting for me to fall and fail. I may be falling, but I determined to get back up again. no more dwelling, suck it up and live life. its time to be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so very tired, i want to get away from it all, with just one day of no worries. until that day...i think i need some football gear to survive each passing day.&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/3369110-84513382?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/84513382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/84513382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84513382' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-84380299</id><published>2002-11-11T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T13:13:19.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;wow oh my frickin wow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hella need to blog. i hella hella need to blog. so much to say but so little time. eh, another day. but wow, i love this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling, kirbs, neeraj, mansi, and moi. the ring, sophies, dinner party, 3way 3am, bowling again, playing tag, mist, biting lip, band-aid, park, yearbook! oh man! too much fun! i'll blog later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer tryouts now. ewwww&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/3369110-84380299?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/84380299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/84380299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84380299' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3369110.post-83985793</id><published>2002-11-03T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T19:38:57.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i love saturdays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY DIWALI!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day. seriously, what a day. have no expectations and u're day will be a grrrrrrrrrrrreat day. I'm so happy. no wait...im ecstatic! Im seriously jumping up and down from a fabulous weekend! What a great weekend. okay anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was sucky at school. well it was okay. everyone was hyper from halloween candy. which i might add...I had a fabulous Halloween. Sooo nice!!! uhm, afterschool, I did some hmwk, then I went to go surprise my friend at work. It was awesome. He was in total astonishment...which I'm glad...LoL. It was soo nice. I was happy to see him. And I was happy that it was a surprise. I got him pretty good. We hung out for awhile and then I home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the best frickin Saturday of all times. I got to school at 5:45am...Band Competition at Lodi. Bus ride there was hilarious...I sat next to kirby and it was a bad idea because she slept in the funkiest position but she took up HELLA SPACE!!! Archie played his backpack guitar the entire ride making fun of all the sections. Hella funny. I got to play it too! blah blah blah...moving on...competition was awesome. we frickin placed 2nd as a band in our division, and placed 4th in cadance...first time in IHS history for DRUMS. HELLA GOOD! Two TROPHYS! BEAT THAT! anyhoo...ride home was tiring...but fun. we got home...went to denny's...18 ppl! crazy fun. then went to k's but we had to leave her there because her mommy said she couldnt come with us. :( Then kirbs and i went home, got ready at my house, and went back to mission for NEERAJ's SURPRISE BDAY PARTY! whoooa. it was awesome. Kirby met Neeraj, and Neeraj met Kirby. and they like each other. Then we stole Neeraj from the party and took him to meet Katherine! hella cool! then we went back and kirby and i just mingled...with OURSELVES! we sat in the car...went inside, sat in the car, went inside. we were pretty much dorks that evening. we left and i went to kirby's house where we talked some more...and i tried...tried to play her guitar. so sad! uhm...i went home..studied, waited for a phonecall...but ended up falling asleep. whew...what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today...woke up, went to swadhyay, saw POONAM!, then went to SATs classes...hella boring. came home, did more hmwk. and doing more now. i need to go&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/3369110-83985793?l=fobaliicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/83985793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3369110/posts/default/83985793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fobaliicious.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83985793' title=''/><author><name>fobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14994162996181855587</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></entry></feed>
