<?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-24694178</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:01:18.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Made All The Difference</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-115312021336669143</id><published>2006-07-17T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:10:13.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend Bole Toh</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="492" src="http://www.erosentertainment.com/erospromos/moviewallpapers/images/munna0.jpg" width="685" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Possibly one of the funniest movies of the century.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Munna Bhai MBBS is easily one of my favourites.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Even so, its storyline is being copied by Hollywood writers in a remake known as Gangsta MD. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Though I'm sure nothing can surpass Munna Bhai's &lt;em&gt;Jadu ki Japis&lt;/em&gt; all the while saying &lt;em&gt;Bole Toh&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-115312021336669143?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/115312021336669143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=115312021336669143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/115312021336669143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/115312021336669143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/07/boyfriend-bole-toh.html' title='Boyfriend Bole Toh'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-115302561128315261</id><published>2006-07-16T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:59:00.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Any Wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eil.com/newGallery/Keane-Is-It-Any-Wonder-359806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="217" alt="" src="http://eil.com/newGallery/Keane-Is-It-Any-Wonder-359806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eil.com/newGallery/Keane-Is-It-Any-Wonder-359806.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to know where I am,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stranded in the wrong time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been AGES since I've written in this blog!! Probably with school and examinations and then the throttle of summer. I've been fine, went to boston for basically med camp. It was amazing. I've realized even more - now more than ever I'm sure I want to go into medicine and be a doctor. I've always had this decision but I was maybe 98% sure. But now I can clearly state and confidently say I'm 125% sure that I want to be a doctor and it's a great inspiring feeling. I always wanted to be a doctor and knew why but I never knew &lt;em&gt;why.&lt;/em&gt; It was sort of an affirmation-epiphany where one realizes something they've known all along to be true- about their future but it becomes their destiny. As melodromatic and corny as that sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eil.com/newGallery/Keane-Is-It-Any-Wonder-359806.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-115302561128315261?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/115302561128315261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=115302561128315261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/115302561128315261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/115302561128315261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-any-wonder.html' title='Is It Any Wonder?'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114584621466615093</id><published>2006-04-23T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T02:58:12.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noche Belleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/808/2565/1600/james%20me%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a beautiful night indeed it was. Prom yes Prom. Everything went as planned and all is well in the family. My friends and I had a great time. My date was wonderful and I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my horoscope for April 25, 2006 (Taurus)&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in astrology or horoscopes but this is unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have a stubborn streak as a Taurus and today you will be finding it difficult to let go of some hurt from the past. Listen to a friend’s advice as difficult as it might be and try to forgive whatever wrong it is that is bothering you today. Later in the evening there may be a surprising phone call from an old friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wasn't "hurt" per ce, but there was something that kept getting on my mind and botherd me and I had talked about this for like an hour with my friend at school and then she made me see it from a different perspective and it's forgotten and does not bother me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the old friend, I didn't get a call, but I got an email from a girl I've not seen in ages since she graduated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114584621466615093?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114584621466615093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114584621466615093' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114584621466615093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114584621466615093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/04/noche-belleza.html' title='Noche Belleza'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114452680242702564</id><published>2006-04-08T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:14:58.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I was a bird in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a new Fairyland&lt;br /&gt;You've opened up my door&lt;br /&gt;You've set me free&lt;br /&gt;Always would return to your hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fingersinthenose.canalblog.com/images/lequai.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I was a Pearl on the Ground&lt;br /&gt;Only deep blue Sea all around&lt;br /&gt;But you would find my Light&lt;br /&gt;You'll rescuse me&lt;br /&gt;One day, when all my calls will resound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I was a Flash in your Daydream&lt;br /&gt;One Day you'll see my Sign on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn the sky to dive into your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'd turn the sky to fall into your dreams&lt;br /&gt;A million times for you&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I beg and pray for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a Tear on your Face&lt;br /&gt;Fallen like a Star lost in Space&lt;br /&gt;I crossed your Galaxy a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep inside your Embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I was a Flash in your Daydream&lt;br /&gt;One Day you'll see my Sign - I will wait&lt;br /&gt;I wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angelzoom&lt;br /&gt;Ft. Apocalyptica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Really beautiful song. I am in love with it. Thank you all for your lovely messages. Everything is going pretty fine now. I got my dress fixed and all, everything is set. 2 weeks till prom. And everything at school is doing well. There was a whole bunch of drama over the seating chart and well I just took matters in my own hands and fixed it all, so no one can say that I "ruined [someones] prom". There's this one girl that just annoys the shit out of me, she's a bitch and well some of my friends are sitting with her but I don't want to sit at that table. I wanted to sit with at this one table with my really good friend but it was down to me and my date and this other guy and his date so I just let him have it and found another table in which the people are cool anyways. and really nice. But anyways that's pretty much the only "drama" right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby don't hurt me no more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. haha ok, I just felt like doing that but, really.&lt;strong&gt; What is love?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114452680242702564?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/angelzoom_lyrics_5062/angelzoom_lyrics_18676/turn_the_sky_lyrics_213616.html' title='Turn The Sky'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114452680242702564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114452680242702564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114452680242702564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114452680242702564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/04/turn-sky.html' title='Turn The Sky'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114402033271035167</id><published>2006-04-02T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T02:59:28.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paragonfineart.com/images/perez/wondering-at-las-brujas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.paragonfineart.com/images/perez/wondering-at-las-brujas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think everything is going to work out..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering about things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want me to wait, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you tell me to stay, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would stay right thru. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you dont want to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything at all, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm happy wondering.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I talked with my date's mum today. She was extremely nice and I explained to her the situation pretty much. And she's being ok with it I suppose. There's no drama there. See everything is perfect on that side. Why is there always a problem on my side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My family always tends to have some conflict with things others don't. Why? I hate it. I might be meeting his mum and dad later this week. Hopefully that goes well. Why all of a sudden do I feel as if I'm in a relationship? I like him but only as a friend. At least I don't think. It'd never really...happen...Even if it did..There'd be no way my parents would be okiedokie and all starry eyed about it. But that's life I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having a pretty damn good weekend so far. I got my prom dress. Pretty lovely. My mum ofcourse has an iff and tiff about it and so I'm going to the alterations lady and going to beg her to make it "better" because it really is lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114402033271035167?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114402033271035167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114402033271035167' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114402033271035167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114402033271035167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114376928681467171</id><published>2006-03-30T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:26:35.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not That Easy</title><content type='html'>Ofcourse i should have figured out it wasn't going to be a piece of cake. Some of you may know by now the state of my parents if you've read the "my parents" blog but anyways here's what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were going to my little brother's school play and I got a call from my friend, A GIRL, and I left and when I came back my mum snatched my phone and checked my caller ID and was like who is that. It really pissed me off and actually I'm totally pissed right now. And then my dad starts talking to me about **in hindi so I cannot translate effectivelly** "bad things" and then "STDS" randomly. I'm like are you fucking kidding me? (No I didn't swear but I was pissed) And first of all I was on the phone with a girl and I even had said so before I left to talk to her before the play. And then i started arguing about having friends that were guys and what the fuck was the problem there. And my dad calls me too young and taht I should get A's and focus on that and "not now" I don't understand my bloody fucking parents. What the fuck is their problem. I'm not dating,  I've got fucking morals, I'm one of the toppers in the fuckinh class, and here they are lecturing me about "boys" and I hadn't even fucking brought anything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I have NOT told them about my prom date yet and I have no bloody fucking clue on how this is going to work out. And tomorrow I've told him we're going to plan things out.. everything's ok on that end. He's being really sweet and all, but I'd hate for this to backlash on me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bloody bollocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114376928681467171?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114376928681467171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114376928681467171' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114376928681467171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114376928681467171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-that-easy.html' title='Not That Easy'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114367455242054700</id><published>2006-03-29T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:38:14.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Boy</title><content type='html'>EDIT: I added a pic of meselfff to the bottom of this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/Sources/AMGCOVERS/music/cover200/drf500/f553/f55364adb3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/Sources/AMGCOVERS/music/cover200/drf500/f553/f55364adb3s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a boy,&lt;br /&gt;Just an ordinary boy.&lt;br /&gt;But he was looking to the sky.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So this is going to be about this boy, who I am also going to prom with. He is a sophomore and a friend. He's extremely shy, quiet, polite, and smart. (I am also pretty shy as well) Today it is made a official that he is going with me to Prom, as we were still "thinking" and now it's official. I could not be happier. For two days I was depressed that possibly he wasn't going to go with me since his parents were going to be out of town that weekend. But I came up to him today and said exactly this, being extremely shy as I am (goodness why am I so shy when it comes to this one...) "So are we still on for prom" feeling in my gut I'd never live if he said "no" but he smiled was like "yeah, definitely, thanks.." and he started blushing and I thought it was cute, because he's being shy and I'm shy.. we're all shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I asked number 3 because firstly, they are so difficult to get on their own!! (I felt like Harry Potter in GOF asking Cho Chang out) and I asked this one at the copy machine and he had came up behind me and there was no one nearby and basically I stalled for a while.. and then turned and was like (I'll never get another chance..) and went ahead and asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly, I'm not shy at all when it comes to my friends and other guys, but lol when it's things and circumstances like these, such as spending a whole night with each other.. "&lt;em&gt;gazing into each other's eyes"&lt;/em&gt;.. as my friends put it.. it gets a bit .. you all know what I'm saying. LOL. But I'm really excited and looking forward to spending time with him and my friends. And what's even more, I've become the topic of conversations once more. Me and my prom date. Some girls have come up to me and said "Hot prom date" and winked, I was just like... yeah .. uhh thanks..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Any hairstyle ideas? LOL. I've always worn my hair in a form of pony tails with a bit of fringe &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/808/2565/1600/Howwedo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/808/2565/320/Howwedo.0.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/808/2565/1600/Howwedo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;but nowadays I place that behind my ears so none of it gets in my eyes. But I'm thinking of a bun sort of thing. I'm not very talented with the hair. I've got long black hair (to the mid of my back), I'm totally psyched about this shopping on the weekend!! &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is a pic of me and my hair (only one of few with my hair DOWN). My hair is pretty long I guess...but yeah it depends on the dress ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/808/2565/1600/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114367455242054700?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114367455242054700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114367455242054700' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114367455242054700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114367455242054700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/ordinary-boy.html' title='Ordinary Boy'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114358850550945815</id><published>2006-03-28T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:56:46.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black or White</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a video I found. I remember watching this with my friends when I was like seven, I loved this music video when I was little and lived in NY. It was like the most popular video. Special effects are "awesome" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.clipland.com"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;Music Video found with the help of Clipland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed align="top" src="http://stream.qtv.apple.com/events/oct/mjackson/black_or_white_ref.mov" width="320" height="250" type="video/quicktime" border="0" loop="true" autostart="true" bgcolor="#000000" target="myself" controller="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Black or White&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114358850550945815?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114358850550945815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114358850550945815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114358850550945815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114358850550945815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/black-or-white.html' title='Black or White'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114350460281244002</id><published>2006-03-27T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:24:27.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherent Mutterings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Real Cause of the Tsunami&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/tsunami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually somewhat in a good mood. My mum and dad are ok, (they aren't really that bad actually), and I got my report card, two B's, chem and precal. tho I've got an A in Bio (and that's an achievment) We are also constructing our classes for next year, here's what my schedule will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Calculus AB AP&lt;br /&gt;2. Math Methods IB SL&lt;br /&gt;3. Spanish V IB HL&lt;br /&gt;4. Biology IB HL&lt;br /&gt;5. English IB HL&lt;br /&gt;6. Journalism (almost like a free period)&lt;br /&gt;7. Theory of Knowledge (a fun discussion class, the teacher is cool)&lt;br /&gt;8. And...Free period ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty much set there. We have 8 periods (or classes) a day.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to finish up a chem lab writeup and study for a precal test tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well afterschool I ventured into the eccentric (yet cool) biology teacher's room. He has a really cool room, and I found myself taking pictures with my cell phone. &lt;em&gt;I'm such a geek -.-&lt;/em&gt; Here are is one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Picture015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes those are animals mounted on his wall. I was staring at them for so long I almost thought one moved and there's a full stuffed cheetah in there so that creeped me out for a while. They are huge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Open it to page 161.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Outsiders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not even when I read the name Robert Sheldon did it hit me who it was" (Hinton 161).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114350460281244002?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114350460281244002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114350460281244002' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114350460281244002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114350460281244002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/incoherent-mutterings.html' title='Incoherent Mutterings'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114340865477620796</id><published>2006-03-26T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:48:41.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Bloomability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="316" src="http://www.wiredforyouth.com/amr/works/images/bloomability.gif" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anything is bloomable,&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful book, that changed my life and how I viewed life when I was younger and even now. Bloomability is a life changing story, it's themes, messages, and meanings impact any reader of any age, I really reccommend you read it. Ever since reading it, I've loved Robert Frost's poem. "The Road Not Taken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;by Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yellow wood&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Though as for that, the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and I-I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="630" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/deep-yellow-woods.jpg" width="624" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114340865477620796?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114340865477620796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114340865477620796' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114340865477620796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114340865477620796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/road-not-taken.html' title='Road Not Taken'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114340641873529845</id><published>2006-03-26T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:42:20.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mum, Quite The Trickster</title><content type='html'>Well I've been doing precal while watching the Harry Potter movie in the living room where all my family is situated in the early afternoon of our lazy family sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes a phone call, I'm nearest to the phone and I pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;It's my friend, who's calling because I didn't pickup my cell phone. She wanted to know if I wanted to go prom dress shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously I was like "HELL YEAH" but I told her it wasn't a good time to ask my parents yet, or my mum actually... and that well, I've not talked to them about it. And was really worried about asking them, she understood and was like ok then, cya tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourprom.com/images/magazine/yp2005cover_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="256" alt="" src="http://www.yourprom.com/images/magazine/yp2005cover_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now after an hour passes I get the urge to speak with my mum. SO I go to her, she's half falling a sleep here to so who knows if she knew she was being questioned. So I tell her "Mum, you know that was my friend who called earlier, she wanted to know if I can go prom dress shopping." Her response, "Tell her not this weekend, some other weekend." My stomach leaps to my throat. "...so I can go?" and then she says, "Beta, pele ache marks lao" (excuse the bad hindi-english)" Which means, "child" in a sort of love way, first get good grades. And I was like ok I will, and then jabbered on about how I'd just go with my friends if I'd went with someone it'd be a friend and eveyrone does it. And she smiled and I smiled and I went up the stairs and was jumping up and down in my room. Basically and then i phone my friends and she was like "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean I'm home free. My mum is unpredictable, any moment she says no, especially for things in the longrun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://moynabags.com/online-store/scstore/featured/preview/prom-mw20-cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="285" alt="" src="http://moynabags.com/online-store/scstore/featured/preview/prom-mw20-cov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here's a story, for christmas my mum goes overboard with presents for my brother and me. And among my gifts of jewelry, clothes, music, and etc, was a prom magazine. I look at her, "What does this mean!" I ask. She responds, "What?" I ask her if I get to go to prom. She quickly says "No, I just bought it so you can look at the pictures"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL so that's my mum. Haha. But I'm actually quite happy. And next weekend I'm going to go prom dress shopping. I've got an SAT on saturday, after that me and my friends are going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after the good news I had my body and skin care on my mind: acne (back, face, whatever) So I go to the CVS and stock up on everything from this Lactin 12% formula to cleansers to pore strips. Prom is on April 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to all of you, and I've got a question, how can we subcribe or "add friends" on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114340641873529845?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114340641873529845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114340641873529845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114340641873529845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114340641873529845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mum-quite-trickster.html' title='My Mum, Quite The Trickster'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114332143447712948</id><published>2006-03-25T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:48:10.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Time</title><content type='html'>Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another source of my problems is my current battle (inner battle at the moment) with the dealing and issue of prom, refer to my first post on here for the issue and then the second one for the problem. Any ideas and help is much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now is definitely not a great time to ask, my grades aren't "good" = not A's and not up to par, in the highest and hardest classes in my school. I'm doing I.B. which is similar to A.P. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please read those posts of mine, I'd really wish for some feedback about those things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your lovely replies so far though, I know, seriously, that idiot is going to take over his father's business here (he's one of the rich people, rich by inheritance) and possibly run for governor of the state one day. He is so southern and cocky. Goodness. Bleh it's all right, I'll go to college somewhere up north back to my favourite city of NYC even, maybe. But thanks everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick with a form of bronchitis infection and apparently my teachers don't understand. On Thursday I had a Biology Test, Chemistry Test, Precal Test, and National Spanish Exam scheduled. I was sick the night before and was unable to take the biology test, but took the chem and spanish exam. The precal test was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Thursday were the elections for student body president. I ran against a boy in my grade who is the "popular" one I guess you could say of our whole school. His speech was cocky and showed everyone what a cocky bastard he really was, and he attempted to even insult me towards the end, by implying (not directly) I only ran for the college app and have no promise of a leader. Well my speech was after his, and if anyone believed that, then they shoudl have thought wrong after they heard my speech. It was brilliant, I put so much into it. I didn't talk about me, I talked about the student body (that's what I thought it should be) and how a leader was supposed to follow through with their responsibilities and then went thru my ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had so many people come up to me later that day and congratulate me, even seniors. I felt like I had made myself distinctly known and now after my speech, I've shown what I stood for and what I believe and I had a good chance of winning this thing. This is what makes me think of speeches being so important because it allows a person to express what they would do and perhaps surpass his or her opponents. Without having speeches I doubt I could have won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately I didn't win, by a fraction of votes. It was close, I was told by some teachers secretly. He would be surprised to find out by how close he actually one. But I'm proud. I'm proud I took him on, for I hated to see him unnopposed, I'm proud I put all I had out there and split the vote. And when it was announced, I could hear them, those that had voted for me, the "awwws" "ahhhhs" and the "boos". And many of the underclassmen coming up to me and telling me what I talked about was brilliant and my speech was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud, is that a bad thing? But I'm proud that I stood him up and did my best. Just a couple votes and I'd have one, but that's over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on from there. I've been having troubles with a few teachers of mine. I'm sick all right. I gave a speech, and prior to it I said "please excuse the voice". that all means something, but my airhead of science teachers don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wrote a note Thursday, stating I'd take the Bio test on Monday. She had a problem with it. And then my dad called the next morning and said I was too sick, and I'd only be going to school for not missing any more school (because I missed a week when I went to India).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry teacher confronts me at school and claims "I'm putting it off, and that I don't look sick" basically harrassing me. What is their problem? I am fucking not feeling well. I've got to 2 augmentin tablets, 1 allegra d, norel, Lomotrel, and motrin everyday for the past week. I am fucking sick, get over it. And I don't want to miss school. "Well if you were well enough to come to school"... "I don't want to miss school because I've got classes that have important stuff going on" Goodness. Some airheads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114332143447712948?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114332143447712948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114332143447712948' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114332143447712948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114332143447712948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/hard-time.html' title='A Hard Time'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114329873788331373</id><published>2006-03-25T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:58:57.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>Well let's see, my mum, the scientist, and my dad, the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously from that you can see they've got high expectations of me. Both want me to go into Med as well as I do (so it's no pressure there). But it can be difficult at times, no room for compromise, if I get a 92 (B), why'd you get a B. If I get a 95, good...but why'd you miss five points! And so on. Don't get me wrong I love my parents as we all grow up to but I find myself sometimes at ends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to boys (in general) it's usually quite uncomfortable. They categorize "dating" as not part of our culture and part of the american culture, and often link it with sex, and unwanted pregnancies (usually my mum talking, I stay away from my dad on this topic... ;) ) Since it takes only a matter of a second for this reply to come up, I usually dont talk about it. Now with Prom it's the same thing, it's "american" again. And the usual backlash comes )out...ever since I've heard about prom in maybe 7th or8th grade. But recently I talked with my mum and I think she's going to be letting me go to my senior prom (so why am I complaining) but i'm not sure. My mum I love very much but she has all these ideas of prom that are wrong. It's just a night I want to spend with my friends, dress up nicely, and have fun. No premarital sex for me or drinking (its chaperoned for goodness sakes!) If she'll let me go to prom and not afterprom I'll be cool with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend I've asked already to go with, but  told him I haven't really convinced my parents or talked with them at all about it (prom's in a month) and he's ok with it as well. So also I need to convince them I'm going wiht someone as a friend not as a "date" even tho we call it that anyways. He's a nice person, and really sweet and just I'd hate for this to backlash on me now after I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114329873788331373?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114329873788331373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114329873788331373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114329873788331373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114329873788331373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-parents.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24694178.post-114324727765602654</id><published>2006-03-24T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:52:13.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Fever</title><content type='html'>This would be my first post. So let me introduce, I'm Keerti. I'm 16 going on 17, and my Birthday is in May. I am an &lt;strong&gt;IBARD: Indian Born American Raised Desi. &lt;/strong&gt;I have lived in the United States for 14 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the new Indian wave has caught up with me and I feel as if I'm trying to find my place in my own culture. I just went to India recently, (and George W. Bush followed), and returned thinking of the place of Indian-Americans, and how we adopted this term. Much of the media has been focusing on India recently with the Nuclear deal with India. There was also a Newsweek Issue about "Indian-American" and how teens like myself feel in this environment of two communities, two societies, feeling lacking and inadequacies in both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/48598391_3d29450f87_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/48598391_3d29450f87_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And coming up now in my highschool is prom, and I'm in need of advice from my friends, teachers, and possibly fellow desis out there, how to convince the parents who both went to school in India (so never experienced high school here or prom) to let me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;All content is provided by this user, and any used content will either be linked or referenced. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24694178-114324727765602654?l=staybrown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/feeds/114324727765602654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24694178&amp;postID=114324727765602654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114324727765602654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24694178/posts/default/114324727765602654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staybrown.blogspot.com/2006/03/brown-fever.html' title='Brown Fever'/><author><name>KT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17460568889479408890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/Surflimax/Hawaii200620304.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
