<?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-7567527709666361914</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:42:50.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sasha</name><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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-2530625129023875729</id><published>2009-05-25T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:41:50.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>qoute of the day: i am a super hero. only super heroes can jump off tall houses. because they have curtains behind their backs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd think he'd know what a cape was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the blardy dentist today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got 8 rubber thingies stuffed in between my molars. i dont see why they put it IN my mouth just to take it out the next visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got two bloody teeth extracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;won't stop bleeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurts like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hurts SOO MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mouth feels SOOO bloody numb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could't even drink water properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i cant control my mouth muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate dentists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate clinics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate the stuipd rubber gloves they wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate they smell they smell of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate my stuipd mouth for aching so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to KALLANG with jeethi and lavelle on SUNDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to PASTAMANIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.....(WAIT FOR IT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE EMBARASSED LAVELLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how unusual, no??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think lavelle doesnt ever want to be seen with me in public again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i PROMISE TO NEVER USE STRAWS FOR DRINKING DRINKS, and not anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this reminds me of burning my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wont feel it because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY MOUTH IS SOOOOOO NUMB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-2530625129023875729?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2530625129023875729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=2530625129023875729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/2530625129023875729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/2530625129023875729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/05/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-4849755168115515207</id><published>2009-05-15T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:20:59.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey ho</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;today i am supposed to go for CmPS.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE MUST SHOW UP.&lt;br /&gt;or they are going to end up with a very long pole up their arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;where the sun doesn't shine:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;Jeethi's birthday is on the 19th.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to give her a bar of detol soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;detol sucks.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants a bar of soap for their birthday, anyway????&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;that's right.--no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh., hey.&lt;br /&gt;i got an idea.&lt;br /&gt;i'll write a list.&lt;br /&gt;one of my REALLY RANDOM lists.&lt;br /&gt;this one shall be named...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THINGS I HATE THAT LOTS OF PEOPLE SAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)i hate the word 'buddy'. except if its used as an insult, or something. LIke "WHAT CHA LOOKING AT, BUDDY???", instead of "let's be best buddies!!"--I DOn't want to be your buddy, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I hate it when people like bloody uptight victorian novelists still call their husbands "MR BENNET" aftyer goodness knows how many years of marriage. "MR BENNET AND I HAVE DECIDED TO SEND OUR DEAR LACEY TO COLLAGE!!!"--don't ask. collage just sounds like something they would find joy talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)i ABSOLUTELY hate it when stuipd posh know-it-alls loos at your watch and go "OH? ROLEX??" like...&lt;em&gt;OKAY&lt;/em&gt;. They they go on, pointing at their own watch "Rolex, 1997, limited editon, $592' urgh. At least i have a bloody life and i don't go around buying expensive looking auntie watches and find joy by flaunting it off. Those idiots can shove the bloody rolex where the sun doesn't shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) when people refer to their body parts, such as arms, or leds, or fingers (AND EVEN FLIPPIN' MOLES) as people. FOr example, "George hates you and is going to slap you." OR 'OHHH... you hurt peter" OR "WHY DID YOU STEP ON EMILY?!?!" these weirdos need to be told that their body parts aren't exactly pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)When stuipd posh know it alls(see3)introduce themselves as such, "MISTER CHARLIE CLEMENTS THE SECOND, FOURTY-FOURTH STREET, WASHIGTON.' i don't want to know where you and all your rolex watches and elizabeth arden soaps live. (SEE3) i mean, do I introduce myself as "SASHA GILL THE FIRST, 2A FRANKLE DRIVE, SINGAPORE' (now would you like my alarm code, too???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) when other stuipd posh know it alls(see 3 and 5)introduce themselves by repeating their last names first. like "MY NAME IS BOND, JAMES BOND."although it is much better than in 5, do you really want people to hear your name as "BOND JAMES BOND?" or is it relly just "JAMES BOND" better make uo your mind, or people are going to start calling yu bond james (OR EVEN WORSE, BJ) And you don't think thats a good name for  a grown up with nice rolexes, now, do you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's my list.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;one of my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;sasha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-4849755168115515207?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4849755168115515207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=4849755168115515207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4849755168115515207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4849755168115515207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-ho.html' title='hey ho'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-6236014861879816539</id><published>2009-05-14T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:54:36.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-LEARNING SUCKS</title><content type='html'>yo.&lt;br /&gt; e-learning sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH BLEAH BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;there is a short break because i finished the stuipd student development.&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BLOG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyayyayyayyayyay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;Glenda overslept.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo would have guessed that such a hardworking girl would ALMOST miss such an important event??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i have a CmPS meeting tomorrow. either and FuzzehWuzzeh's place or glenda's.&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i have SAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate groupwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not becuase i hate groups.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i better finish watching the stuipd family videos they are forcing us to watch.&lt;br /&gt;you know that one of the girl in the green uniform and how her father puts up with all her attitude problems???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--yeah. thats the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i enjoy watching it so much.&lt;br /&gt;(PSSSTTT. I AM GOING TO WATCH CHARLIE THE UNICORN FIRST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Valued Customer.&lt;br /&gt;you suck, did you know?&lt;br /&gt;yeah you do.&lt;br /&gt;In fact,  you suck SOOO much that we are going to have to cancel you off our mailing list.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect to hear from us again.&lt;br /&gt;good luck you your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;The association of Beautiful People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dear&lt;/s&gt;Association of Beautiful People,&lt;br /&gt;i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;you suck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo (gag)&lt;br /&gt;sasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. You aren't beautiful. Not any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sasha Gill,&lt;br /&gt;We have recently heared that the accosiation of beautiful people have kicked you out of their association.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, i assume, you be interested in joining our club???&lt;br /&gt;please let us know.&lt;br /&gt;lots of luck,&lt;br /&gt;the ugly club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR UGLY CLUB,&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to.&lt;br /&gt;sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sasha.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time you got hit really hard in the face by that cricket bell Jennifer threw at you in Primary four??&lt;br /&gt;bet this feels just like it.&lt;br /&gt;Bet it feels even worse, actually.&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;the society of all that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sasha Gill.&lt;br /&gt;we know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;that's why your in our club, see???&lt;br /&gt;The ugly club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Gill,&lt;br /&gt;you are a horrible, horrible person. HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH a thing.&lt;br /&gt;you deserve eveything you got. Mind, you.&lt;br /&gt;president,&lt;br /&gt;Liv Withit, the association of teen feelings (ATF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAT ATF,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;SASHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sasha gill,&lt;br /&gt;we heared that you are grounded.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;now, we are going to help our valued customer and SNEA YOU OUT.&lt;br /&gt;see that empty sprite can in your garden?&lt;br /&gt;wirte a good time and place to meet you on a piece of paper and put it in there.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have to tear this letter up into tiny ity bity pieces and EAT THEM (we sincerly hope you don't die)&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;the society of mystery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-6236014861879816539?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/6236014861879816539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=6236014861879816539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/6236014861879816539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/6236014861879816539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-learning-sucks.html' title='E-LEARNING SUCKS'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-4206456317200292356</id><published>2009-05-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:27:13.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;i changed my blogskin (:&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;psst psst&lt;br /&gt;hear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;and then the stuipd playlist is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" height="185" width="300" style="width:300px;height:185px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=21960561&amp;path=2009/05/14&amp;mycolor=30241B&amp;mycolor2=705E50&amp;mycolor3=C7F2E5&amp;autoplay=true&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=95&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=300&amp;oh=185"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/21960561" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/21960561" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/itape/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-4206456317200292356?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4206456317200292356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=4206456317200292356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4206456317200292356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4206456317200292356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-4918094807010500519</id><published>2009-04-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:05:27.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED A COKE. yeah.</title><content type='html'>HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qoute of the day: (not really THE day... BUT)&lt;br /&gt;Glenda: SASHA! SASHA!&lt;br /&gt;sasha: WHAT?? why is your voice so weird?&lt;br /&gt;Glenda: [Pause] I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;LONG LONG time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... bored. i am IN SCHOOL. and i finished my art so now i can do WHATEVER I WANT. except walk about and talk. Or eat. Or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to UN-private my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T THAT AMAZING???&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was ok.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY i made a big boo boo.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote all the names instead of the letters.&lt;br /&gt;STUIPD SASHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was OK, too.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt make any ginormous mistakes, so i guess that's good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. Did you know you can find the world on facebook?? Yes. yes, even the hobo living down teh street has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He posts pictures of his homies and him chillin' by the roadside and the bus stop. AND there is even a picture of him showing a very rude hand gesture to a taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM... hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. WHAT IS A HOBO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DO KNOW ONE THING.&lt;br /&gt;THE BELL IS GOING TO RING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-4918094807010500519?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4918094807010500519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=4918094807010500519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4918094807010500519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4918094807010500519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-coke-yeah.html' title='I NEED A COKE. yeah.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-7583698732594699468</id><published>2009-04-03T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:02:59.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha writes poems. YEAH.</title><content type='html'>Qoute of the day: You've got to understand, If you REALLY love someone, let them go, if they come  back, they are all yours. If they don't, well, THEN you stalk them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got that from two and a half men. Rose is scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, me and glenda made a poem during WEDNESDAY dep. The theory one. The BORING ONE. we were supposed to discuss our monolouge with our team members. We were reading throught the list of ideas on how to do the monlouge when we came over POETRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cracked uup at the thought of glenda reading a poem to mdm amizah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we made a poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one fine day,&lt;br /&gt;when the sun was happy and gay,&lt;br /&gt;i had afternoon tea,&lt;br /&gt;before going to the MRT;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'open,' went the train door,&lt;br /&gt;and then i steeped into the train floor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i stepped into the train floor,&lt;br /&gt;i turned around and saw&lt;br /&gt;a cat with no paw,&lt;br /&gt;reading a good book about law;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i accidentally bumped into an old woman,&lt;br /&gt;with a shirt full of human,&lt;br /&gt;she screamed, "YOU BLOODY WATCH OUT"&lt;br /&gt;and so i was sad and started to pout;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to shout,&lt;br /&gt;"YOU ALSO BLOODY WATCH OUT";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the old lady walked away&lt;br /&gt;leaving me happy and gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TA DAA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are future famous poets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you watch out, baybeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, me and kyra and my dad made a song about how much our mum loves nike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basicaly, if there was a planet CORAL this would be it's national anthem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COUNT ON ME, PHIL KNIGHT(to the tune of count on me singapore)(yes, stuipd song, but thats the point)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a vision for NIKE, Just believe, just believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a goal for NIKE, world dominance, we can achive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and nike, We'll do our part, stand together, Shoe to shoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to show the world what Nike can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;World dominance, we will achive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count on Nike, Phil Knight, Count on us to give our best and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and nike, we'll do our part, stand together, shoe to shoe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to show the world what NIke can be, World dominanace, We must achive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count on Nike, Phile Knight, Count on us, Phil Knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cout on Nike to give its best and more, Count on Nike, Phil Knight (repeat x2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil can count on NiKE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together nike, nike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOGETHER NIKE, NIKE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, in case you didnt know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil Knight owns nike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope he doesntgoogle himself like SOME PEOPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mummy might lose her job !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i have ANOTHER poem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wirtten be Salma, a year ago (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PONIES;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i liev in a world full of ponies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each will come out from the mist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a million ponies, at least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they come to me in different colourss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red, orange, purple, blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you don't have a clue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are caring, And daring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And eat Mrs Foo Ling LIng (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they can also dance and sing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they each have a pair of shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mostly blue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they like to see cows Moo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which they can find in the Zoo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them have special wings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they can fly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way up high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all poop rainbows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of them are fat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know--So sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's too bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they can also eat cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are very pretty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sasha said they are Witty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means they know ABC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and 123.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have swishy tails,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mostly males,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they pee in pails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During holidays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they go sails,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They go to school, because they are fools,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(They can mix up bulls with pools)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They smell like candy floss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they dont smell of ferns or moss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or chilli sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They like teh colour silver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it is shiny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liek money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They like to eat caramel, because it is sugar, not spice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which id ver nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they also like mice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also have superpowers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they can fly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or can be invincible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the principal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Them we cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(They usually do this when they want to pee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can  be strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kicking everyone while singing a song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can run as fast as light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as they might,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my! that's a sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But their legs are sore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHAIKHA ROCKS MORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty amazing stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only if doesnt make much sence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how come they dont eat meat, But can eat cats, and mice and MRS FOO???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't know they were cannibals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, no. you need to be a human for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am pretty darn sure ponies dont eat horse or other ponies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor MRS FOO :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to go do GEOG-PHRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because thats how our teacher pronunces it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEBYE, YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SASHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="bottom" class="smtext" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;td height="25" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-7583698732594699468?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' 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YEAH.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-7665137605714932215</id><published>2009-03-09T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:42:47.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAM. and then deny it.</title><content type='html'>QOUTE OF THE DAY: GOD IS LIKE MATH. LIKE AN EQUTION. BUT WHEN YOU TAKE EVERYTHING AWAY, YOU GET INFINITY, INSTEAD OF ZERO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEARD THAT SOMEWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS IS COMING UP WITH A NEW ALBUM. THEY CAME UP WITH IT ALREADY, THEY ARE JUST RECORDING IT NOW OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;YOU NOW KNOW WHAT TO GET ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A MOOSE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS OK.&lt;br /&gt;CMPS GROUP CHUCKED ALL THE REMAINDING HOMEWORK AT ME AND GLENDA, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN. TRY AN OFFER YOUR HELP SOMETIMES, WOULD YOU?&lt;br /&gt;THE ENTIRE STEP 1 TO 5 IS DONE BY ME, GLENDA AND FUZZEH. AT LEAST OFFER YOUR HELP AND DONT MaKE ME COME UP TO YOU AND BEG YOU TO HELP OUT. (even then you still go' HUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh.')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? GLENDA CAME UP TO ME AND SAID 'SASHA, I CAN DO STEP 4 AND 5'&lt;br /&gt;ROLE MODEL.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE TWO WORDS SHOULD NEVER BE USED IN THE SAME SENTENCE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I FOUND OUT.&lt;br /&gt;THOMAS DEKKER SINGS.&lt;br /&gt;ALL SCREAMY AND SHOUTY SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF... SCREAMING AND SHOUTING AND DRACULA. AND BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;HE CANNOT SING.&lt;br /&gt;OK WELL.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE HE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST NOT THE RIGHT SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT LIKE METAL STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND A BOOK ON IMAGINARY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY COOL.&lt;br /&gt;AND SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENDA SHOULD READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY, IMAGINARY FRIENDS ARE SUPPOSED TO DISSAPEAR WITHIN THREE MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;GARY IS WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SID, WWELL... HE IS...&lt;br /&gt;COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;TUT TUT TUT TUT TUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER WHAT TUT MEANS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I JUST HERD RIE SAY IT A LOT SO I GUESS IT RUBBED OFF ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;TUT TUT TUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what??&lt;br /&gt;i am going to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-7665137605714932215?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/7665137605714932215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=7665137605714932215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/7665137605714932215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/7665137605714932215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/03/scream-and-then-deny-it.html' title='SCREAM. and then deny it.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-4730854540490031187</id><published>2009-03-05T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:38:50.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like phobias.</title><content type='html'>qoute of the day: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;from romeo and juliet.&lt;br /&gt;so sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i think i owe you a list.&lt;br /&gt;rightttt????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-PHOBIA LIST&lt;br /&gt;Bacillophobia- Fear of microbes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bacteriophobia- Fear of bacteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ballistophobia- Fear of missiles or bullets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolshephobia- Fear of Bolsheviks.&lt;br /&gt;Barophobia- Fear of gravity.&lt;br /&gt;Basophobia or Basiphobia- Inability to stand. Fear of walking or falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bathmophobia- Fear of stairs or steep slopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathophobia- Fear of depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Batophobia- Fear of heights or being close to high buildings.[THEY ARE GOING TO FALL ON ME AND I'll DIEEE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batrachophobia- Fear of amphibians, such as frogs, newts, salamanders, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Belonephobia- Fear of pins and needles. (Aichmophobia)&lt;br /&gt;Bibliophobia- Fear of books.&lt;br /&gt;Blennophobia- Fear of slime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bogyphobia- Fear of bogeys or the bogeyman.[bogey baybeh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botanophobia- Fear of plants.&lt;br /&gt;Bromidrosiphobia or Bromidrophobia- Fear of body smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brontophobia- Fear of thunder and lightning.[haha. reminds me of BBall. the was a friggin LIGHTNING WARNING and we were still outside. i was really scared inside.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bufonophobia- Fear of toads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we go now:)&lt;br /&gt;today was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;and happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during english mdm surayah didnt come&lt;br /&gt;so we did this book that no one really did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, lavelle, sam and daphne were all at daphne's table.&lt;br /&gt;talking.&lt;br /&gt;at the naughty corner, yes.&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE REFLECTING ON OUR ACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought my actions were pretty darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;but nobody seemed to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL LIKES LAVELLE.&lt;br /&gt;she wrote CHERYL AND LAVELLE FOREVER on her notes books with little hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl lee.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;lavelle cheow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl doesnt actually LIKE LIKE lavelle.&lt;br /&gt;but when i say go she gets angry.&lt;br /&gt;and i like making cheryl annoyed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gets really red and funny.&lt;br /&gt;(like a babboon's BUTT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only she doesn't LOOK like a babboon's butt.&lt;br /&gt;just the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember what we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and yesterday, during DEP.&lt;br /&gt;ain and me wrote letters about glenda and her imaginary friend gary.&lt;br /&gt;Ain was gary and i was glenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;dear glenda,&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad you hate me. i knew that from the start. *pukes at glenda* I HATE YOU MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;lots of hate,&lt;br /&gt;Gary.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;dear gary,&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry if my words were hurtful. i'll make it up to you by buying us a big house and we'll get married and have tiny imaginary children and cats.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;dear glenda,&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!!!I'M ONLY GOING TO MARRY YOUR FRIEND SASHA!!!! she can cook for me chicken rice everyday. go away, glenda!&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, from,&lt;br /&gt;Gary.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;dear gary,&lt;br /&gt;i can cook chicken chop. marry me, not her. please. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;dear glenda,&lt;br /&gt;Chicken chop? even a cat can cook that you bozo, FIne! i won't marry sasha. i will marry lavelle, happy?&lt;br /&gt;feeling irritated,&lt;br /&gt;gary&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;dear gary,&lt;br /&gt;no, not lavelle. she will kill you. just like she killed leeto by un-imagining him. Why won't you marry me??? I'll do ANYTHING. i want tp be with you.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;dear glenda,&lt;br /&gt;can you stop irritating me??? i am very angry. Fine, i'll marry BOTH lavelle AND sasha so i can eat chicken rice everydayand at the same time, i can bully lavelle. fine?&lt;br /&gt;go away, lah.&lt;br /&gt;bye,&lt;br /&gt;gary.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;dear gary,&lt;br /&gt;WHY? why don't you love me?&lt;br /&gt;i MADE you. i IMAGINED YOU. why do you hate me???&lt;br /&gt;a very sad firend,&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;dear stuipd glenda,&lt;br /&gt;URgh!!! i am irritated. i wanna comit suicide. help me chose a building please.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO(my foot),&lt;br /&gt;Gary.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;dear gary,&lt;br /&gt;My flat is a good place to jump off. Only you won't die. Because i have to unimagine you for that to happen. i won't do that. because i love you and think you should marry me.&lt;br /&gt;Your WIFE,&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;*THE REAL GLENDA CUTS IN*&lt;br /&gt;dear glenda,&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;gary.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;*sasha snatches the paper back*&lt;br /&gt;dear gary,&lt;br /&gt;so you're going to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;your wife,&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;*ain returns as gary, INSTEAD of the REAL glenda*&lt;br /&gt;dear glenda,&lt;br /&gt;ok, but on one condition...&lt;br /&gt;gary&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;dear gary,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???? I'll do ANYTHING. ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;dear glenda,&lt;br /&gt;i need you to stop imagining me now!&lt;br /&gt;gary the kewlest&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;dear gary,&lt;br /&gt;No. Then you'll die and i'll never get to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;glenda,&lt;br /&gt;the point is, you're too ugly. i've fallen in love with someone else!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;gary.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;gary,&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOO?!!!?!?!? i'll get plastic surgery. i love you. PLEASE UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;glenda,&lt;br /&gt;YOU STUIPD DOG!!! i've fallen for sid, bozo&lt;br /&gt;gary.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;gary,&lt;br /&gt;wait. SASHA'S IMAGINARY FRIEND??? THAT SID???? YOU ARE GAY?!?!?!??! (yeah, he IS hot)&lt;br /&gt;glenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to stop there because the ca was being passed out.&lt;br /&gt;glenda was very upset that she couldn't stop us so she wrote letters to herself and replied them (loser)&lt;br /&gt;She was BOTH me and ain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ain,&lt;br /&gt;i am a lesbian. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;sasha.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;dear Sasha,&lt;br /&gt;i am a lesbain too, i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Ain.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear AIn,&lt;br /&gt;DO you think i care??&lt;br /&gt;Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Dear sasha,&lt;br /&gt;you watch out.&lt;br /&gt;Ain&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Dear AIn,&lt;br /&gt;ok,&lt;br /&gt;Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENDA IS WEIRD,&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i want to join choir one day.&lt;br /&gt;very fun.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOo o OOOOO oO O o O OOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit like speaking whale,&lt;br /&gt;so i think i'll be very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye,&lt;br /&gt;sasha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-4730854540490031187?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4730854540490031187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=4730854540490031187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4730854540490031187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4730854540490031187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-like-phobias.html' title='i feel like phobias.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-1435394375259433627</id><published>2009-02-25T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:11:51.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A. FEAR LIST</title><content type='html'>hello:)&lt;br /&gt;i have a quote of th eday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS ARE GAY WHEN THEY SMILE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was on the table in the malay room, where we have DEP.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;vandalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think whoever wrote that is feeling ane,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe she meant GAY as in HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;NOT, well... YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i found out i have a very bad case of obsessive complusive disorder.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt breath right and i got really agatated when they yanked out all my books from my table and left it in a pile on top.&lt;br /&gt;URGH URGH URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. now i am THAT, and claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;so, i shall give you a list of phobias.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ablutophobia- Fear of washing or bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Acarophobia- Fear of itching or of the insects that cause itching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acerophobia- Fear of sourness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Achluophobia- Fear of darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Acousticophobia- Fear of noise.&lt;br /&gt;Acrophobia- Fear of heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerophobia- Fear of drafts, air swallowing, or airbourne noxious substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aeroacrophobia- Fear of open high places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeronausiphobia- Fear of vomiting secondary to airsickness.&lt;br /&gt;Agateophobia- Fear of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;Agliophobia- Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Agoraphobia- Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places like markets. Fear of leaving a safe place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agraphobia- Fear of sexual abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Agrizoophobia- Fear of wild animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agyrophobia- Fear of streets or crossing the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aichmophobia- Fear of needles or pointed objects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ailurophobia- Fear of cats.&lt;br /&gt;Albuminurophobia- Fear of kidney disease.&lt;br /&gt;Alektorophobia- Fear of chickens.&lt;br /&gt;Algophobia- Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Alliumphobia- Fear of garlic.&lt;br /&gt;Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Altophobia- Fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;Amathophobia- Fear of dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaxophobia- Fear of riding in a car.&lt;br /&gt;Ambulophobia- Fear of walking.&lt;br /&gt;Amnesiphobia- Fear of amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;Amychophobia- Fear of scratches or being scratched.&lt;br /&gt;Anablephobia- Fear of looking up.&lt;br /&gt;Ancraophobia- Fear of wind. (Anemophobia)&lt;br /&gt;Anemophobia- Fear of air drafts or wind.(Ancraophobia)&lt;br /&gt;Anginophobia- Fear of angina, choking or narrowness.&lt;br /&gt;Anglophobia- Fear of England or English culture, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Angrophobia - Fear of anger or of becoming angry.&lt;br /&gt;Ankylophobia- Fear of immobility of a joint.&lt;br /&gt;Anthrophobia or Anthophobia- Fear of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Anthropophobia- Fear of people or society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Antlophobia- Fear of floods.&lt;br /&gt;Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity.&lt;br /&gt;Aphenphosmphobia- Fear of being touched. (Haphephobia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Apiphobia- Fear of bees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apotemnophobia- Fear of persons with amputations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Arachnephobia or Arachnophobia- Fear of spiders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Arrhenphobia- Fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Arsonphobia- Fear of fire.&lt;br /&gt;Asthenophobia- Fear of fainting or weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Astraphobia or Astrapophobia- Fear of thunder and lightning.(Ceraunophobia, Keraunophobia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrophobia- Fear of stars or celestial space.&lt;br /&gt;Asymmetriphobia- Fear of asymmetrical things.&lt;br /&gt;Ataxiophobia- Fear of ataxia. (muscular incoordination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ataxophobia- Fear of disorder or untidiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atelophobia- Fear of imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;Atephobia- Fear of ruin or ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotton or ignored or forgetting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atomosophobia- Fear of atomic explosions.&lt;br /&gt;Atychiphobia- Fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;Aulophobia- Fear of flutes.&lt;br /&gt;Aurophobia- Fear of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Auroraphobia- Fear of Northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;Autodysomophobia- Fear of one that has a vile odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Automatonophobia- Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsly represents a sentient being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automysophobia- Fear of being dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviophobia or Aviatophobia- Fear of flying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ones in blue are the ones i think i suffer from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, life is perfect, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i kinda get stressed when tests and a lot of homework start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i have no time to tidy my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWWW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SHALL GO TIDY IT NOW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BACK:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did you miss ME???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOO???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, clearly there is something wrong with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am pretty hard not to miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am being ego now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like shaikha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want the new MCFLURRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT LOOKS SOOOOOO GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pringles cause cancer. apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anu told me so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont seem to cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i am not cancer-o-phobic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel super guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a BAD BAD person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i AM SORRY TO THE TWO OF YOU OR LEAVING YOU IN THE RAIN WITH NO UMBRELLA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-1435394375259433627?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/1435394375259433627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=1435394375259433627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/1435394375259433627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/1435394375259433627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/02/fear-list.html' title='A. FEAR LIST'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-6477297032433030357</id><published>2009-02-23T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:15:41.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND NOW I FEEL LIKE... I DONT KNOW WHAT I FEEL LIKE.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;QOUTE OF THE DAY: LIFE ISN'T FAIR. IT'S JUST DIFFERENT KNIDS OF FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;NOD YOUR HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST DID SOMETHING THAT MADE ME FEEL ALL SAD.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT WANT TO DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I FORCED MYSELF TO.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;WELL.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SASHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW&lt;br /&gt;MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE IS EMO NOW.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.THAT IS BAD.&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO SPREAD MY HAPPINESS AND JOY TO THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, YOU. MAKE MY DAY AND SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;OR ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;NO, SERIOUSLY YOU DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HONESTLY DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE EVERYONE FEEL BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT.&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED, BUT IT DIDNT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE EMO.&lt;br /&gt;WHO CAME UP WITH IT IS GOING TO GET SHOT.&lt;br /&gt;BY ME, YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MR.EMO.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WATCH OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-6477297032433030357?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/6477297032433030357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=6477297032433030357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/6477297032433030357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/6477297032433030357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-now-i-feel-like-i-dont-know-what-i.html' title='AND NOW I FEEL LIKE... I DONT KNOW WHAT I FEEL LIKE.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-5636119690863824328</id><published>2009-02-19T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:17:21.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SASHA HATES MACBETH. AND... LADY MACBETH(but not you, lavelle)</title><content type='html'>QOUTE OF THE DAY: IF YOU GOT TO LIVE A HUNDRED YEARS, I'd WANT TO LIVE A HUNDRES MINUS ONE DAY. SO I DON'T HAVE TO LIVE A DAY WITHOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;(i could do without glenda, though)(that was a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOU:)&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SAY WHAT. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GUESS.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T ROLL YOU EYES AT ME&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GIVE ME THAT FACE.&lt;br /&gt;NO, IT'S NOT THAT I AM THE GREATEST PERSON ALIVE(Although I am the greatest person alive), ANY OTHER GUESSES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;I AM A NUT CASE.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED Dr.PHIL&lt;br /&gt;OR OPRAH.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE NEEDS OPRAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll SETTLE FOR TYRA BANKS, SHE GIVES PEOPLE NEW SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SHOES TO CHEER ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOT STUIPD BIM. HEELS.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT AH BENG SLIPPERS.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHAT GLENDA'S ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;A MILLION-AND-ONE AH BENG SLIPPERS.&lt;br /&gt;IN A MILLION-AND-ONE AH BENG COLOURS.&lt;br /&gt;SOME EVEN CAN BE BEDAZZELED.&lt;br /&gt;OH THE STUIPD HAWAIIAN DESIGN AH BENGS ALWAYS USE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-5636119690863824328?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/5636119690863824328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=5636119690863824328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/5636119690863824328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/5636119690863824328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/02/sasha-hates-macbeth-and-lady-macbethbut.html' title='SASHA HATES MACBETH. AND... LADY MACBETH(but not you, lavelle)'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-8078140207006394029</id><published>2009-02-11T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:56:16.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God made sasha for sasha.</title><content type='html'>So, today. i have many qoutes of the day. how cool is that? but i'll put the most important one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha: I WANT to be normal. i am normal right? Tell me i'm normal now or i'l kill you, Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Your aren't normal, and no one can change that, sasha. The thing is that you are you. God made sasha for sasha. And that's ten times better than being any kind of normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie is so sweet. i am unique. see?&lt;br /&gt;god made sasha for sasha.&lt;br /&gt;and sasha only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so. another qoute of the day wasn't really today. it was yesterday, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Glenda:You know, yesterday, i smiled at myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;sasha: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Glenda:Then i thought i was possesed. For one second i thought i looked possessed. But then after that i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sasha: Why were you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Glenda: Because i wasn't possesed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good logic going on there, glenda.&lt;br /&gt;quite advanced for someone of your mental age.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no. Your quite smart for someone who never studies.&lt;br /&gt;Only, please.&lt;br /&gt;ACT YOUR AGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one was from sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Sasha, your right. We should make an Eleanor show.&lt;br /&gt;Sasha: Yeah, and maybe even a SarahLeaderSIm show.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Or a eleanor and sarah show.&lt;br /&gt;Sasha:Yeah, like tom and jerry [pause] [turns to sarah] do you want to be Tom or Jerry?&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sasha: Do you want to be Jerry? Then Eleanor can be Tom.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah. Oh OK... [LONG PAUSE] Wait, is jerry the cat or the mouse?&lt;br /&gt;Sasha:Haha. Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;[SarahLeaderSim continues her crossword puzzle. five minutes later, she replies sasha]&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: But i want to be Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. so rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, recently. i have noticed that i act differently around different people. LIke a million different sides of Sasha.ANd i dont like that. I want to be ONE sahsa. someone you would recognise ANYWHERE. i dont want to be the quiet-wild-crazy-stuipd-annoying-kind-of-sasha all put into one, only at different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats why i want to find out what the REAL sasha REALLY is. so i've invented this series:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINDING SASHA.&lt;br /&gt;like finding nemo.&lt;br /&gt;only i am not a fish.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not literally LOST.&lt;br /&gt;And my father isn't trying to find me.&lt;br /&gt;And my father isn't a fish.&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't have a weirdo friend who is blue and calls me elmo.&lt;br /&gt;i hate elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINDING SASHA. episode 1.&lt;br /&gt;(it's it third person, mind you.)&lt;br /&gt;Sahsa was quiet today. she didn't really talk to anyone. After school of course. She was wild at school. Anyway, i noticed that she tends to dress it bright yellow. And Oranges. And birght colours. Maybe she's CHeery? Haha. Maybe. SHe wore that yellow dress she got from some yellow shop in shome shopping center(it was not yellow). Anyway, she wore this dress. And she didnt really say anything. To anyone. WHY? i dont know. SHe couldnt think of anything to say. All she was really thinking about was how much she hated grey's anatomy. Because they killed that poor guy with a brain tumour and a girlfriend who also had a brian tumour. It was so sad. The girlfriend was crying so hard when they told her he didnt survive the operation they were about to give her soon. Sasha Loves sad love stories. She loves how it makes her feel all kind of sad inside. The fake sad. Not the real one, of course. Only she would have liked it if the brain tumour guy survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That was a short one. No?&lt;br /&gt;i need to go anyway. Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-8078140207006394029?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8078140207006394029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=8078140207006394029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8078140207006394029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8078140207006394029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-made-sasha-for-sasha.html' title='God made sasha for sasha.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-8921771983937128692</id><published>2009-02-07T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:33:19.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, you</title><content type='html'>okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogquote&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYRA, AMANDA PANG AND JEREMY! HOPE YOU HAVE ODDLES OF FUN... AND... NOODLES...&lt;/blogquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY QOUTE OF THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Max:*snatches wine glass on table* I WANT RIBENA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. he got into oodles of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Three-year olds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. good for Kyra to have someone her own mental age at the birthday party (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging  lot more now right?&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT THAT BANNED ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;still banned, but i managed to get exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY MEEEE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went crazy at candy empire getting valentines stuff for Rie and all, and Glenda, and lavelle and farzana and shaikha and riny and ain and zahwah. And the entire class. and my mortal (: ANd another couple of really nice sec ones (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love jelly beans.&lt;br /&gt;i bought like, 3 tubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now their just staring at me, daring me to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't&lt;br /&gt;RIe and Matt deserve their Jelly Bellies.&lt;br /&gt;Even though there is marshmellow and Lemon flavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt i buy one for MEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. &lt;br /&gt;ill eat Eva's Reese's Pieces.&lt;br /&gt;SHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;this is good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I HAVE SOMEMORE OVER HERE! IT"S MY SISTER"S BIRTHDAY, YOU KNOW???&lt;br /&gt;i deserve jelly bellies.&lt;br /&gt;a marshmellow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.'I'll go open Matt's and eat a marshmellow one.&lt;br /&gt;Shhh&lt;br /&gt;he wont notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;and i need to write cards for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i need an instant card making machine with my handwritting on it and with a million trillion ready-to-use valentines day messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it must come from the heart, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here.&lt;br /&gt;RIE: I THINK YOU NEED TO BUY ME ANOTHER JELLY BELLY IN RETURN. THIS COST ME % BLODDY BUCKS, SO PAY UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVA: WRITE YOUR OWN CARDS, MY VERY LAZY COUSIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN QI: YOUR HAIR EXTENTIONS SUCK, SO I DECIDED TO GET YOU A VOULCHER TO GET THEM REMOVED AND GET YOUR HAIR DYED IN A NON-CORNY COLOUR. UNLIKE YOUR CURRENT BLONDISH-BROWNISH, WHICH REMINDS ME OF A -- A REINDEER. AND A BUNNY AND A BARBIEDOLL ALL PUT INTO ONE (the bunny because they make your ears look like they are sticking out of your head in a 90 degrees angle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. ha. ha.&lt;br /&gt;I wont be expecting any birthday slash christmas presents for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;MAking Kyra's birthday playlist now.&lt;br /&gt;Calling it the "Sasha and Mooses Infinite Playlist"&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Remind me never to beome a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to become a pirate, anyway. or a radio DJ. Or one of those people who fly helicopters and look for forest fires. OR. A GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GO one is Preferable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye now.&lt;br /&gt;DOnt die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-8921771983937128692?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8921771983937128692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=8921771983937128692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8921771983937128692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8921771983937128692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-you.html' title='Happy Birthday, you'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-5857203449639547538</id><published>2009-02-06T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:59:20.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHHLAALAA</title><content type='html'>Qoute of the day: Josh: Megan, what was your bucket doing on top of our door?&lt;br /&gt;Megan: What was your door doing under my bucket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. i should use that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, anyway. doing english now.&lt;br /&gt;Hard.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard-shit. haha, lavelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, SO glenda is talking to me now, and it inspired me to do something.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWERING QUESTIONS LIKE GLENDA!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;see here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you 3 hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;your ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you traveled by plane in the last month and where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD in your stereo right now?&lt;br /&gt;your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;*ignores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fitness regime?&lt;br /&gt;you watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? it gets irritating&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;whoever tagg-ed as guess who. you better make sure i dont guess who you are.&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok, so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS SURVEY(sounded cool, so i clicked it)&lt;br /&gt;Wrath&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last get angry with?&lt;br /&gt;haha. someone who tells me things that upsets me, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your weapon of choice?&lt;br /&gt;a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;haha. ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;only if it's Glenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who got really angry at you?&lt;br /&gt;My mommy. i told her the wrong BC number for the NYAA thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;irony. and hard english worksheets. what does irked mean ANYWAY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?&lt;br /&gt;i keep them. i am sentimental. Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you're suppose to do daily that you haven't?&lt;br /&gt;do my math topical test book. and read chinese newspapers. and eat my basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the latest you've ever woken up?&lt;br /&gt;nine in the morning. strict schedule of not-eating-basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't?&lt;br /&gt;haha. jeethi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last lame excuse that you made?&lt;br /&gt;do you really what to know? Ok, how much time you got? It got as lame as "Mr Rabbit was annoying me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My daddy asked me to. and we all know i do whatever he says. like eating basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning?&lt;br /&gt;oh, you mean my mommy? i dont hit her. and since when did she have a snooze button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony&lt;br /&gt;What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?&lt;br /&gt;whats a yuppie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a meat eater?&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm a vegan. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?&lt;br /&gt;that day elenor gave me some of her "apple juice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits?&lt;br /&gt;I think i eat too much Basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy candy and sweets?&lt;br /&gt;see, here. You big doof. WHO DOESN'T??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods?&lt;br /&gt;sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i eat pets. And children. and HOUSES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed&lt;br /&gt;How many credit cards do you own?&lt;br /&gt;My mommy gave me an expired one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;ban the growing of basil. oh, and produce Sasha the explorer(with flats). And Meet Boys like Girls, And MOVE OUT.oh, wait, i'm only given a million, am i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich or famous?&lt;br /&gt;Famous. Tell me, what kinda famous person ISN'T rich? Dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks?&lt;br /&gt;No. i'm only becoming a GO. and thats not boring. DOnt bribe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing that you have done that you're most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Help the needy, and the elderly and promote world peace. Oh wait, am i supposed to do these things i am proud of? Oh, then... get away with eating cherry tomatoes by flushing them down the toilet. SHhhh... DOn't tell my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;haha. ask them. maybe nothing. i don't recall them ever saying "Geez, sasha. I'm so proud!" ONly "Who got highest? You could have gotten full marks" And if i did get full marks, "it was an easy papaer..." Don't be bitter sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life?&lt;br /&gt;FENCING. BECOME A GO. ERH... AND KILL ALL THE BASIL AND CHERRY TOMATOES IN THE WORLD. AND STOP CANNIBALISM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i might. if i actually DO come in second. AHHHH. WHY AM I SO PESSIMISTIC TODAY. SMILE SASHA. SMILE. *rephrased answer* No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated to get a better score?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today that you're proud of?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait... that cherry tomato thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)?&lt;br /&gt;EWW. sicko. maybe the hobo down the street who pees in the bush?&lt;br /&gt;weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms, or when you were a young child)?&lt;br /&gt;haha. "when you were a young child". WHy do people always say that??? Little people do NOT enjoy being naked in front of everyone, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation?&lt;br /&gt;EWWW. skipping this catergory... WRIEDO. SICKO. BIG DOOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy&lt;br /&gt;What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own?&lt;br /&gt;Nice parents. who are proud of you, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?&lt;br /&gt;OOO. someone famous. dont care who. famous...and rich. And has a HotSHit husband.(lavelle. it's "hotshit" again! haha) haha. eww. wait. not i dont want to trade with a MARRIED person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Sasha Anjuli Kaur Gill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;How would i know? haha. Ok, BY WHO??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe a smaller nose. and smaller eyes. and better skin. and longer fingers.) No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What deadly sin...&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the most often?&lt;br /&gt;flush down cherry tomatos and put my basil back in the packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the least often?&lt;br /&gt;Eat pets and children and houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your favorite to act on?&lt;br /&gt;ditto fourth last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE you go. now you all know where my greens(and reds) end up. In the sewage. ANd the packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-5857203449639547538?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/5857203449639547538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=5857203449639547538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/5857203449639547538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/5857203449639547538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/02/ohhlaalaa.html' title='OHHLAALAA'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-2042648210318846784</id><published>2009-01-29T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:48:36.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HelloGOodBYE (:</title><content type='html'>QOTD:&lt;br /&gt;this is something lavelle made up.&lt;br /&gt;*Scene: Interact club interview. Interview-e looks very depressed and talks monotone*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: So, are you a generally happy person?&lt;br /&gt;student: Yes. (depressing monotone, remember)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:What do you enjoy about interacting with other people?&lt;br /&gt;Student: *looks into the distance, stiil speaking with depressinly emo monotone* The laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYHO.&lt;br /&gt;MISSED ME RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;--good.&lt;br /&gt;ok. so ANYWAY, i am banned.&lt;br /&gt;from all this.&lt;br /&gt;so dont expect any more posts within the next 40 years of my life *i quote*.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;TAG.&lt;br /&gt;But dont be like glenda and SPAM.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-2042648210318846784?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2042648210318846784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=2042648210318846784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/2042648210318846784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/2042648210318846784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellogoodbye.html' title='HelloGOodBYE (:'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-1905260818897728018</id><published>2008-12-15T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:49:03.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINS SUCK</title><content type='html'>QOUTE OF THE DAY: i wish all my students were Lisa SImpsons, But unfortunately for me, the rest of you exsist. (from the simpsons. that dumb principal is so negative and demoralising.) It's OK. Sasha's here now. So CLUB MED SAPPORO ROCKED SOCKS. and the G.O.s rocked socks too. me too. because i finally learnt howto ski. down a FREAKING 45 degree slope. i fell about twenty times though. and my shins much. SO MUCH. ok. ANYWAY. i have found out what i am going to be when i grow up. appluase. yes. i am going to be a G.O. because i said so. ok. i wonder what GO stands for? wait, i'll google it. ahh. Gentil Organisateur so... french-y. but it still sounds so cool. y'think? ok, now i am going to tell you WHY i want to become a Gentil Organisateur. WHY I WANT TO BECOME A G.O. 1)You get free food all day. in a buffet full of the best tasting food i have ever tasted. 2)you get to LIVE in club med. so, you don't really need to pay for your own house or apartment. 3)You get to watch other G.O.s perform this show every night which is REALLY funny. You can even act in it yourself. 4)there is a bar. full of COFFEE (!) and mocktails. Oh, and sake. But don't expect to get any if my father is around. He finishes the sake in 50 seconds. Yes, i timed it. 5)You get to see SNOW. yes, the white powdery squishy snowbally stuff. 6)You have to dress up every night according to a theme. Like ALL WHITE. Or as someone from a freaky carnival. how cool is THAT? 7)YOu get to all of this WHILE doing your job. like making 7 year olds do whatever you say, or forcing G.M.s(the guests) to dance on stage. like what they did to my dad. oh, yes. about the father dancing on stage. i had kyra take the photos. and a video. so laugh your guts out. Just like what i did. and now my guts hurt so much, but still. oh, darn. it's taking SO long and people keep forwarding stuipd chain mails to me. NO ONE BEIEVES A 12 YEAR OLD PREGNANT GIRL IS GOING TO COME AN KILL YOU IF YO DONT FORWARD THE MESSAGE. geez. some people ahh. it uploaded. finally &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYcm58aYTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zwhdVP1gSPY/s1600-h/DSCN1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279939067853300018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYcm58aYTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zwhdVP1gSPY/s200/DSCN1920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is Ketut. G.O. in charge of entertainment. i think. Ok, anyway. i know he is wearing a silly costume. Oh, and Kyra took all the photos, and the video, so don't blame me if it's blur or shaky or anything else.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYdhOi3_jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vf0bDqiweJc/s1600-h/DSCN1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279940069815746098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYdhOi3_jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vf0bDqiweJc/s200/DSCN1922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fablo and my dad. Yes. again with the silly costumes. Oh, and i know the images are TINY, but it's easier to upload that way. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYe5opQG1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/cTWy-s8IpEA/s1600-h/DSCN1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279941588650302290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYe5opQG1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/cTWy-s8IpEA/s200/DSCN1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the big picture, number ONE. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYf0fc8d8I/AAAAAAAAALA/XHUyrNWZw8I/s1600-h/DSCN1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279942599795046338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYf0fc8d8I/AAAAAAAAALA/XHUyrNWZw8I/s200/DSCN1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big picture number TWO (: AND... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYgqy9XS-I/AAAAAAAAALI/WMfOnyVdmM0/s1600-h/DSCN1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279943532744231906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYgqy9XS-I/AAAAAAAAALI/WMfOnyVdmM0/s200/DSCN1926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dad. i am so embarrassed. lol. and it's not even me. ok, i'll try and upload the video, but KYRA taped it. so dont complain.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so laugh you heads off. so, anyway. my shins hurt so much. SO MUCH. the ski boots are made of hard plastic which cut into my leg. ouch oh, and the ski lifts are scary. really scary. they go up so high and they wobble. and you might drop you ski or your pole while you are up there. and if you do, there is no getting it back because all that is beneath you is a lot of trees are a really scary river. oh, and the safety handle dosen't help much either. it is wobbly too. AND it flips up anytime, so, not much safety there. so ON the 45 degree slope. i fell about 20 odd times. and once i ran into a bush. and a fence. the instructor had to carry my out of the bush/fence because i couldn't move. basically, all the guys barely fell. they only ran into people. like me. example i ski down the hill and do that funny turn thing, run into a clump of snow and fall over, snow gets into my sleeve and boots. so after a while, i manage to get up and then you feel all "hey, i can do this" when some goon does a turn right into you and makes you fall over AGAIN. and sometimes, you fall over in a split. Those are the ones that really hurt. All they do is laugh and say sorry, then concentrate on getting up, which they happen to be really good at too, then ski off and leave you to get up again all by yourself. and SOMETIMES while getting up, you start to slide downhill. so it's like skiing while you are sitting on the back of you skis. scary. i don't understand why some people want to go faster while skiing, all i want to do is slow down and not crash into someone, or worse, a tree (it happens)(don't ask). at least they put a LITTLE bit of padding on the tree trunk so it doesn't hurt as much. but it still hurts. oh, and when you are skiing down a slope, and you see grass, AVOID it.it doesn't make you go any slower, in fact it stops one ski, and the other one keeps on going, making you do another painful split. i found out from experience. oh, and the same goes for icy parts of the ground with no snow, that speeds you up really fast. and if in doubt, FALL. don't keep going, trying to stop, accidentally running into someone standing at the top of a row of people, who falls onto the next person, and so on. The people domino effect. AND DON"T TEAR YOUR PANTS. a couple of people in my class did. and it must be pretty embarrasing. and cold. because now the cold air is going through the hole in your pants, that is what my mom told me. she tore her pants too. and wear goggles. you don't want snow entering your eyes while you ski downhill. you want TO SEE. even if it looks extremely scary. ahh. the video is still uploading. 19M of 65M. why does it take so long? ahhh. i love club med so much. i never wanted to leave. except for the thought of what i was going to have to leave behind here. oppsie. i need to go. stuipd video not loading i'll try again next time. ByeBye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-1905260818897728018?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/1905260818897728018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=1905260818897728018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/1905260818897728018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/1905260818897728018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/12/shins-suck.html' title='SHINS SUCK'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SUYcm58aYTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zwhdVP1gSPY/s72-c/DSCN1920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-4835364056425179738</id><published>2008-12-05T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:03:50.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SASHA GOES TO JAPAN (applause please)</title><content type='html'>hello. my last tag before i leave, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMING BACK ON 14TH DECEMBER, 1 BLODDY A.M. IN THE BLODDY MORNING (excuse the bloody) SO REMEMBER TO TAG AND MAKE ME FEEL EXTREMELY LOVED WHEN I COME BACK (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;Lavelle said i HAD to come online and talk to her before i fly off to break my leg while i ski (she didn't REALLY say the ski part) but she is MIA.&lt;br /&gt;SAD, i know (:&lt;br /&gt;but she must have a good reason right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like... her mommy baked cookies and she HAD to eat them while they were hot and in order for her to do so she had to finish them BEFORE logging on. Yeah. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was wondering what to get my parents for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kyra figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;a cookie recipe book.&lt;br /&gt;with 500 cookie recipes.&lt;br /&gt;INGENIOUS, no?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and it probably cost around 15 to 10 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope there's a christmas sale (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;here's what the book looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41M7VT1FNJL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41M7VT1FNJL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwretty cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;now what to get kyra???&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what that girl wants half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what to get for my friends, the ones i am ACTUALLY GOING TO SEE. Your all getting the same present, no complaining. and if you don't like the colour, so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and your present might also cost below 5 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;i am on a very tight budget.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to buy lotsa stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like pants.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i NEED pants.&lt;br /&gt;Pants pants, not jeans. i have too many jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll also need lotsa clips for my very frequently messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... lotsa stuff to read during the long and boring holidays.&lt;br /&gt;why is it there are so many things for you to do whenyou DON'T have holidays, and absolutely NOTHING to do when you do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be nice to not be bored sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;haha, but at least i have a computer, and a TV, and an ipod that i rarely get to use noadays because my parents are always running out of battery on theirs and take mine when they go running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST HAVE CHRISTMAS DISCOUNTS ON EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;AND MUST HAVE MOMMY'S BORDER's DISCOUNT CARD TO GET DISCOUNT ON HER PRESENT. no idea how i am going to ask her to give me something to make her christmas present cheaper, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should get my own memebership cards sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;wonder if they let a 13 year old girl use her mom's discount card in borders?&lt;br /&gt;let's hope they hired some really nice aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS LAVELLE LEE?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i have 68 dollars to spend over the entire december, on any othe rmonth it would have been enough, but not during the christmas month.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS i still owe kyra her BIRTHDAY present. so another 10 dollars good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, at least i am not TOTALLY broke, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;what to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone please pray for me. i don't want to get frostbite and have all my fingers and toes and my nose fall off. AND my ears. i need those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO pray i don't get such dry skin or lips that my cheek cracks(hey, it happens, serious. My friend had a cracked cheek) or cracked lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also hope i don't injure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll do O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i haven't been extremely mean this month. It's all about the KARMA people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get all the christmas stuff on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to finsh all my homework.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and namira didn't even know that she was in my CMPS group. LOL. ahhhh. now i missed my chance to tell her our topic. and for all group members, the topic is what GLENDA suggested. not the Teen pregnancy crap. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. the poor chickens. &lt;br /&gt;i was killing them just now. on runescape. stuipd game, really. but i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;weird thing is the chickens just keep coming back to life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to go find something to occupy myself with. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-4835364056425179738?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4835364056425179738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=4835364056425179738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4835364056425179738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4835364056425179738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/12/sasha-goes-to-japan-applause-please.html' title='SASHA GOES TO JAPAN (applause please)'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-1006113238053297252</id><published>2008-12-03T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:04:25.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SASHA. Gill.</title><content type='html'>word of the day:mis-understimate&lt;br /&gt;i am typing random titles now.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i have a quote of the day too.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'll put it here:&lt;br /&gt;DON'T CRY YOUR EYES OUT, YOU NEED YOUR EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;lavelle is going to get to watch drake and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;i mean boooooo fo rme, yay for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep saying oh well lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oh well.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL POST:&lt;br /&gt;HARRRLLOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;i am sasha the anti-elmo/elmo hater.(see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a very important question: WHO THE HELL IS GREEN ARROW?? LAVELLE KEEPS GOING ON ABOUT HIM. I AM GOOGLING HIM AND I'LL SHOW YOU THE FIRST THING I GET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehollywoodnews.com/artman2/uploads/1/green_arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 465px;" src="http://www.thehollywoodnews.com/artman2/uploads/1/green_arrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.... OKAY....&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;good to know that guys with funny looking beards are appreciated in society nowadays (:&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait...&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS THE GUY LAVELLE WAS ACTUALLY TALKING ABOUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/news/smallville/greenarrowSV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/news/smallville/greenarrowSV.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;and he is MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE HAS A KID.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;lavelle is pretty upset, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;'WHY IS EVERYONE MARRIED???'&lt;br /&gt;everyone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GET MARRIED!!&lt;br /&gt;ok., no.&lt;br /&gt;me and lavelle are against all married people, weddings, and white dresses. and kids.&lt;br /&gt;at least i am. the kid part.&lt;br /&gt;the kid i saw yesterday kept coming up to me and hitting me a gazillion times, even when is mom took him away, he kept coming back to hit me more.&lt;br /&gt;hey, who knows? maybe i was a human punching bag for a future serial killer?&lt;br /&gt;i'll be so honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. kids are O.K. only the violent ones suck. and the ones that keep coming up to you and calling you pooface a million times at a birthday party(happened to kyra, not ME. Not all kids are against me, y'know???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;i have no TV.&lt;br /&gt;no NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;it's FIVE O'clock.&lt;br /&gt;that means good TV programmes on CABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Which apparently, i do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i have a computer (:&lt;br /&gt;right???&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;i need to find something to distract me from all the NICE SHOWS I AM MISSING (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-1006113238053297252?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/1006113238053297252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=1006113238053297252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/1006113238053297252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/1006113238053297252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/12/sasha-gill.html' title='SASHA. Gill.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-399035570021929828</id><published>2008-12-02T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:14:07.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd like mango</title><content type='html'>WORD OF THE DAY: OODLEY (RHYMES WITH NOODLEY) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HO.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS OODLEY(MY NEW WORD OF THE DAY. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT'S ITS SUPPOSED TO MEAN, ACTUALLY.)&lt;br /&gt;JEETHI LEFT FOR LONDON AND DUBAI AND PARIS AND ANOTHER FOURTH COUNTRY, I THINK. OH WELL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HAE YON KEPT SAY DUMB ASS.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;'HAE YON, LOOK AT ME!!''DUMB ASS'&lt;br /&gt;OR, 'HAE YON, STOP IT!' 'DUMB ASS'&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;DUMB ASS SHOULD BE MY WORD OF THE DAY SOME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I'LL HAVE TO USE IT A GAZILLION TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;DUMB ASS.&lt;br /&gt;DUMB ASS.&lt;br /&gt;ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY. ODDLEY.&lt;br /&gt;OKIE DOKIE ODDLEY.&lt;br /&gt;ODDLEY NOODLEY.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE ELMO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://egyptiangumbo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://egyptiangumbo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS SUPER RETARDED HERE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;AND I ALWAY THOUGHT THAT ELMO WAS PHOTOGENIC.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST SHOWS THAT YOU CAN NEVER COUNT ON SOMEONE, ESPECIALLY YOUR HEROES(QOUTED FROM THE INREDIBLES. AHHHH. JACKJACK.)&lt;br /&gt;I AM BURNING THE LARGE ELMO POSTER I HAVE ON MY WALL.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT IT USED TO LOOK LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singlesourcewriting.com/wp-content/sesame-street-elmo-loves-you-print-c12204840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.singlesourcewriting.com/wp-content/sesame-street-elmo-loves-you-print-c12204840.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIFF.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT USED TO MAKE ME FEEL SO SPECIAL.&lt;br /&gt;AND LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;ELMO...ELMO YOU LIAR.&lt;br /&gt;HE EVEN SENT ME AN AUTOGRAPHED PICTURE OF HIMSELF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STUF0aZ_4NI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ixFWrbv8mtw/s1600-h/elmoLOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STUF0aZ_4NI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ixFWrbv8mtw/s320/elmoLOVE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275128936534106322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OHHH... WE WERE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS, SNIFF&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE WE WERE BABIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;SEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/Up%20Up%20Elmo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 404px; height: 412px;" src="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/Up%20Up%20Elmo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO BETRAYED.&lt;br /&gt;SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO BETRAYED.&lt;br /&gt;ELMO, HOW COULD YOU TALK ABOUT HELPING PEOPLE AND BEFRIENDING PEOPLE WHEN YOU TURN AROUND AND LIE TO ME ABOUT BEING PHOTOGENIC??? HUH??? WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU???&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE EVEN WORSE THAN KWAI (?) I THOUGHT YOU WERE ODDLEY, BUT OH! HOW I WAS MISTAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;SNIFF&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER, ELMO.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK WE ARE DONE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;NOW GO.&lt;br /&gt;AND NEVER COME BACK.&lt;br /&gt;SNIFF.&lt;br /&gt;I AM THROUGH BEING YOUR BEST FRIEND...&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;OK. NO WWE HAVE SORTED THAT OUT. KYRA'S SIM JUST GOT ARRESTED. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER ONE WAS CROWNED KING OF THE MASQUERADE OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE KING SIM'S GIRLFRIEND IS SO HAPPY AND ALL.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;SIMS THESE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. ELMO USED TO LIKE MAKING SIMS.&lt;br /&gt;HUH.&lt;br /&gt;ELMO.&lt;br /&gt;THE TRAITOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS MY LAST PHOTO OF HIM BEFORE WE WENT OUR SEPERATE WAYS(KYRA'S SIM JUST GOT ENGAGED TO HIS GIRLFREND): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tecsol.com.au/images/AT-ELMO-CH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.tecsol.com.au/images/AT-ELMO-CH1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ON HALLOWEEN.&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO GO BURN ANY ELMO-RELATED STUFF IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-399035570021929828?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/399035570021929828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=399035570021929828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/399035570021929828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/399035570021929828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/12/id-like-mango.html' title='i&apos;d like mango'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STUF0aZ_4NI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ixFWrbv8mtw/s72-c/elmoLOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-2640207448453054127</id><published>2008-12-01T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:15:37.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, was it Joan Of Arch. Or Joan THE acrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random question, i know. but. i had to ask (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-2640207448453054127?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/2640207448453054127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=2640207448453054127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/2640207448453054127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/2640207448453054127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-was-it-joan-of-arch.html' title=''/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-4771425302309020141</id><published>2008-12-01T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:13:02.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ehhh... HAIR</title><content type='html'>Update on the hair craze i am clearly not part of. En Qi got extentions. According to Matt. Whatever, Lol. She still looks like a s--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-4771425302309020141?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4771425302309020141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=4771425302309020141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4771425302309020141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4771425302309020141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/12/ehhh-hair.html' title='ehhh... HAIR'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-194482247360699852</id><published>2008-12-01T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:09:41.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAVELLE LEE IS BACK FROM CAMP(again)</title><content type='html'>HELLOH.&lt;br /&gt;i missed you too (:&lt;br /&gt;LavelleLee is back from camp. (:&lt;br /&gt;Now i can brag to her about how i managed to ACTUALLY do the dreamweaver THINGY.(i am SO smart)&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Gosh. i suddenly realised that of all the weird nicknames i was given throughout this year, and of all the nicknames Lavelle gave people, No one ACTUALLY gave a nickname to LavelleLee. O.K. OTHER than noodle(?). i wonder how that came about (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok:&lt;br /&gt;possible nicknames for LavelleLee:&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhh. Leeto-killer.&lt;br /&gt;Or Leeto-unimaginer.&lt;br /&gt;L.U. for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, no. haha. i cannot think of a nickname at the time being. BUT I PROMISE I'LL HAVE ONE BY NEXT YEAR, WHICH I SHALL CALL YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, EVIL LAUGH. (this is the part you shape your mouth in an O and let out a big exxagerated gasp saying 'OH NO! I AM SO TERRIFIED!')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKie dokie. WHAT SHALL I DO NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i'll show you what Glenda draws ponies as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STOkoCzc6EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qMRFvumjn7I/s1600-h/PONY.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274740596435380290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STOkoCzc6EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qMRFvumjn7I/s320/PONY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, realistic, i know.&lt;br /&gt;besides the fact that it doesn't have a tail.&lt;br /&gt;or ears.&lt;br /&gt;darn that is one fat pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. All of kyra's sims are throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;poor them.&lt;br /&gt;Kyra probably made them eat rotten food.&lt;br /&gt;Or make them eat their puke.&lt;br /&gt;OR they are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Even the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, stuff happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go meet Jeethi and Hae yon in the park in about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;so i don't have much time.&lt;br /&gt;sad, i know, sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if GLENDA did the website.&lt;br /&gt;knowing her, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;i'll do another quiz now.&lt;br /&gt;one without questions about... THAT.&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SECRETS(tell the truth)  *What do you think i'll do...LIE???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)What's in your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;a purple paper clip. Some goofy photos of Rie and Me, goofy school picture of me. EZ-link card. Timezone card and LOTS N LOTS OF CASH *the last part was a lie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What's under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;other than the floor? my very-unused basketball (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What's on the top shelf or at the very back oof your closet?&lt;br /&gt;MY PONY!!! on the top shelf so i can stare at how PRETTY is is all the time(: *thank you LAVELLE LEE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What's in your underware drawer? *Kyra's sim just died, the other one got promoted.*&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ELSE DOOF?? UNDERWEAR. AND BY THE WAY, THAT"S HOW WE SPELL UNDERWEAR HERE ON PLANET EARTH, A PLANET YOU ARE CLEARLY NOT FROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)What's in the trunk of your car?&lt;br /&gt;SO EVERYONE ON YOUR PLANET HAS CARS HUH? OKIE DOKIE, LUKE SKYWALKER, THERE IS NOTHING IN THE TRUNK OF MY CAR BECAUSE, WELL, I DON'T HAVE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)What;s in your desk or locker? &lt;br /&gt;Kyra's sim has food poisining now. and this quiz is getting lame.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;DIE, YOU PEANUTS. DIE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-194482247360699852?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/194482247360699852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=194482247360699852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/194482247360699852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/194482247360699852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/12/lavelle-lee-is-back-from-campagain.html' title='LAVELLE LEE IS BACK FROM CAMP(again)'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STOkoCzc6EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qMRFvumjn7I/s72-c/PONY.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-4603036848792940992</id><published>2008-11-30T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:09:37.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite font.</title><content type='html'>For all of you who don't already know, i have a new favourite font. Yes, i do (: (that was a proud face) it is...(drumroll, LOUD) CENTURY GOTHIC. Really cool in size 21, sadly they dont have it on blogspot, sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is telling me i am on a loser team, whatever that's supposed to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is MEAN. Lol, ok, she is not. i just felt like saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKIE DOKIE, anywayyy Kyra Alyssa is playing Sims 2 Pets or something in front of me, and the cat is making all sorts of werid noises and is wrecking all of Kyra's Sim's furniture. Scratch Vanessa being mean, that cat is E.V.I.L. Besides that fact that it's virtual, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never liked cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a PUPPY PERSON. Ok, and doggies. Only Doggie Poo is much stinker that Puppy poo, so...yeah. But i still love doggies, don't get me wrong. Sid and i are planning to but a puppy in secret, yes. We shall name it... Polka. Or Oodles. Or Noodles. Or Jack-Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK JACK IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute. he has this round little head and this BIG eyes, and this pointy bit of hair sticking out on top his ROUNDDD head. And he makes this cuteeee baby noises. like cooing, is that what's called?? OH GOSH. I LOVE JACk-JACK. In a baby-cute type of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if they'll ever make an incredibles two?? then MORE JACK-JACK!!! and more cooing from sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is doing something to their hair, Lavelle rebonded, Jace dyed, Carrie Dyed AND curled, Eva cut that cool front long, back short thing, and Matt kinda went 50% bald(really bad crew cut, by the way, get rid of it, grow it out, DO SOMETHING, or i don't know you. so... no pressure (:   ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS UP WITH E HAIR CRAZE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to rebond my hair. Ok, no. not really. I NEED TO GET STRAIGHT HAIRRRRR. i dont really NEED, i want. My hair is kinda hard to keep neat. haha. but i guess i am lucky i didn't get my mommy's curly curlyyyy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY. LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt; LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY. LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what's up with that, i had to say  it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like doing a random quiz. here:(we the kings looks CREEPY, they have long poffy hair and all, not that their song's arent nice and all, but, cut the hair(again the hair moment). Ok, back to the quiz):&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;The most random survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)When was the last time you cried:&lt;br /&gt;ehh... i cry so much i almost forget, i do the fake sad crying, like over a really sad book, OK, anyway, when i was reading if you could see me now. It's not even sad and i cried, so... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Have you ever faked sick:&lt;br /&gt;YESS (: anyone who says no is lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What was the last lie you said:&lt;br /&gt;ermmm. You ask some pretty random questions, huh? Ok, erm, whne i told vanessa i was KINDA ok at basketball. i am horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)have you ever cried at a movie:&lt;br /&gt;YES. i told you i was emotional. ok. Finding Nemo, Mr Magoriom's wonder emporioum (SPELLING), hancock, aquamarine, 13 going on 30, 27 dresses, just my luck(WHY DID SHE GIVE AWAY HER LUCK??? STUIPD GIRL), brother bear(stuipd humans), brother bear 2, High school musical2 (the singing was hilarious i cried,  sniff), taking 5 ( i cannot remember WHY i cried too, maybe because the carrot suit was FUNNY), The devil wears prada( i wear nike), I go to japan(The icarly movie, was hilarious, really. Maybe now i should watch merry christmas Drake and Josh??? i sound hopeful), princess diaries2(She wanted to marry the WRONG guy, poor her, i would have just punched anyone else in the face*take that*), princess diaries(it was sweet), P.S. i love you(cancer sucks, yes.), OK, i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Who was the last person you couldn't take you eyes off?&lt;br /&gt;JACK-JACK. FULL OF BABY CUTENESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;i know this is embarrasing, but yeah, and in my undies. haha. don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Have you ever been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;YES. lol. but i shall not put it here, embarrising, but i remeber when kyra got drunk from eating my mommy's alcoholic fruit, she ended up jumping on the couch screaming 'I LOVE COKE!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Have you ever tried drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. Yes. Glenda's flour (That Jia Nan thought was 'ice'... she thinks i am a druggie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Have you ever smoked?&lt;br /&gt;haha. No. i am 100% anti-smoking. but i know someone who did and i am still pretty sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)What is the fartest you have gone in a dare?&lt;br /&gt;i ate dirt. a little, about a tiny drop of it. DARN YOU CARRIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;Sasha Anjuli Kaur Gill, or Sasha Unfa Gill, Or Sasha the Pony Princess. The rent's couldn't decide (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)What is your bloog type?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS BLOOG? i think you mean BLOOD. O+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i was sitting in the middle seat and i got a big bruise across my waist because the seat belt pulled at me. i though seat belt's were supposed to keep you UNHARMED???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)how old were you when you recieved your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;70.  haha, no. 1 second old. i am well loved.( i know you mean the icky gooey snogging, i am not talking to you, sicko...don't laugh Lavelle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Who was your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh here we go AGAIN. whee. or darn. i talked to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)have you ever had an online relationship?&lt;br /&gt;NOT TALKING TO YOU!!! LALALALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)*CONTENT CENSORED FOR...CONTENT*&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Have you ever been rejected by a crush?&lt;br /&gt;haha. no, not really. But i hear from glenda's GOOD FRIEND that rejection sucks, but whatever, i am happily married, and proud to be a squarepants!!!*insert whooping here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)What is your favourite sport to play?&lt;br /&gt;the sport of not playing a sport. I am an EXPERT at it. I can teach you if you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Have you ever made a prank call?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, this is *so-and-so* from victoria's secrets, and we are lookig for people to model our new spring underwear collection, will you perhaps be interested? (I didn't know you could model underwear Eva, or even WANT to. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Have you ever said?&lt;br /&gt;SAID WHAT??? YOU STUIPD GOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)What's you favourite childhod memory?&lt;br /&gt;when i took an MNM off my three year old birthdat cake and gave it to Kyra before the candles were evn lit. i didn't know i was so...giving, sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Is there anything you had done that you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i regretted a lot of things, but i guess regret is an unessary emotion. It IS immposible to reverse time, so now i TRY to live without regret. EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. like why eva fell for that prank call (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;ooo.. a web page designer(dreamweaver better be old technology by then) Or a happily unemployed person, or a hobo living on the street. WHAT IS WITH THAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)what is you political persuasion?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT??? what ever you are trying to say, 'VOTE SASHA FOR PERSIDENT!" hell, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)*CONTENT EDITED FOR CONTENT TOO*&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWWWWWW. SICKO. SICKO. SICKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Do you believe in god?&lt;br /&gt;YES, i do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;i GUESS, like me and JACKJACK. Oh, gosh, this reminded me of shaikha's edited version of kidnap my heart 'LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME, BUT I MADE ME BELIEVE." ego, shaikha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)DO you believe in Karma?&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh. 29my index number. and i DO believe in Karma, and i am still trying to make everyone else see why? You DO get paid back if you do something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Who was your first crush?&lt;br /&gt;haven't you asked this already? wait... Ok,maybe not. but. ehhh. haha. i cannot remember (: *don't tell em'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)Who do you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;ehh. i wonder where the word crush came from, i mean CRUSH is like, CRUSHING something, lke sqishing it to bits of itty bitty pieces, what has liking someone got to do with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;ok, this quiz is too long. Will, Continue, Another, Day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-4603036848792940992?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/4603036848792940992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=4603036848792940992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4603036848792940992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/4603036848792940992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favourite-font.html' title='My favourite font.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-8674152527022922855</id><published>2008-11-29T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:21:32.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like my blogskin(:</title><content type='html'>i have FINALLY completed my website. Like FINALLY. haha. wanna see pictures?? I KNOW YOU DO. Ok, hold on, i'll take the screenshots, WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH taking so long to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STEdtDP62qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c49Amqv6VrA/s1600-h/SCREENSHOT+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274029298430958242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STEdtDP62qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c49Amqv6VrA/s320/SCREENSHOT+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This(above)is what it looks like when you JUST navigate to the page, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STEfLfOomVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yKdYSM71uuY/s1600-h/SCREENSHOT+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274030920849463634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STEfLfOomVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yKdYSM71uuY/s320/SCREENSHOT+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what it looks like as you rollover the top image.&lt;br /&gt;PWETTY COOL huh?&lt;br /&gt;ok, i am not being egoistic, i just find the rollovers pretty addicting to play with. i just hope people will be able to actually SEE the images, too. ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;i am bored, and i am also praying that shaikha submits the dreamweaver i took ages to make for her on time. Haha. Oh WELL.&lt;br /&gt;i am through with DREAMWEAVER, FINALLY. THIS CALLS FOR A PARTY,ooohhh, I LIKE PARTIES!&lt;br /&gt;with balloons(Lavelle taught me how to spell this properly, i kept accidentally spelling it as baloons) and Candy, and CAKE, and PRESENTS. I especially like the presents part. IS ANYONE GETTING ME A PERSENT FOR BEING SUCH A GENIUS AT DREAMWEVAER?? NO BODY??? FINE, be that way, i'll go get one myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK. i treated myself to a packet of MNMs. MMMMMMMMMMMMM. They are really nice (: Mr.W.Wriggles the worm used to LOVE MNMs, Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie. Mr. W. wRIGGLES is in a happier place, with nice friwndly fellow worms such as himself, with no big towering giants(Kyra) To re-squish him. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this brought up a really good question Tha i heard about before somewhere, my sister's keeper, i think. WHAT DO PEOPLE LOOK LIKE IN HEAVEN? i mean, yeah, surely if someone dies of old age, they wouldn't want to walk around in their happy place looking all wrinkled up(no offence, really) Or someone who died in a fire(This is all make believe seriously, i don't mean it and if you know someone who DID die in a fire i am TRULY TRULY sorry) Would want to walk around looking un-charred and all, right? Or maybe in heaven, you don't REALLY care what you look like, because your so happy, something as minor as how you look like couldn't really bother you. Or maybe we all look alike in heaven, so no one picks on you for having a crooked nose, or a big wart on your left cheek. I have no idea. And it kinda irks me a little. Maybe i'll go to hell?? Lol. then i guess they'll make you look like the age you'll look the worst in, like, 1000390293092 years old. when your just a skeleton and a piece of flesh covering your--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Haha. NEVERMIND. Carrie was saying that and i had to put it there&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY on the radio they were playing such loud and sceamy and pessimistic songs. hmmmmmmm. why don't people ever create HAPPY songs? Serious. It's either a)UNHAPPY TILL THE EXTREMES, or b)i love you and you love me but we cannot be together BOO HOO HOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. POEPLE NEVER LEARN THAT SOMETIMES CLICHES ARE NOT A GOOD THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have another thing to say. ASTROLOGY IS A PIECE TO BULL--&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i am on an anti-bad word phase(that means no 'BLODDY' either. DARN IT. SEE? now you've gone and made me say bloddy. Oh. DARNNNNN)(Darn is accepted and an acceptable word to use, no contradicting)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as i was saying. Astrology is just something people made up because they were so bored of trying to entertain themselves. NOt that all the Virgo, Libra, and Capricorn stuff is nonsence and all(i am a pROUD libra, by the way ) but the whole LIBRA AND VIRGO WILL HATE EACH OTHER SO MUCH THEY MIGHT KILL EACH OTHER OVER IT is crap(crap is an acceptable word too). CARRIE is a virgo and we gat along JUST FINE, thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, especially the CANCER AND CAPRICORN ARE NOT A GOOD MATCH thing is ULTRA-crap(that's acceptable too) i mean. Maybe Romeo and Juliet were a cancer and a capricorn, besides the fact that they both ended up dead in a grave. they loved each other right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKie dokie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am done here. Tried and all. And my mommy is making wan ton Mee tonight. So i have to go quickly and sneak the Wan Tons in my place back into the pot so i don't have to eat them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and yeah. I like my blogskin TOO!!! we have so much in common, we ACTUALLY could be friends!!! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-8674152527022922855?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8674152527022922855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=8674152527022922855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8674152527022922855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8674152527022922855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-my-blogskin.html' title='i like my blogskin(:'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/STEdtDP62qI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c49Amqv6VrA/s72-c/SCREENSHOT+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-1138436519605248289</id><published>2008-11-19T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:28:14.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. W. Wriggles the worm.</title><content type='html'>THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO MR. W. WRIGGLES THE WORM.&lt;br /&gt;WHO PASSED AWAY TODAY AT 11. 23 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;MR. WRIGGLES IS MISSED BY HIS PARENTS, MR. WRIGGLES SENIOR, AND MRS. WRIGGLES. BELOVED SIBLINGS, MS. W. WRIGGLES, AND WRIGGLES JR.&lt;br /&gt;AND WIFE, MRS. WRIGGLES THE SECOND,&lt;br /&gt;AND SON, BOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. WRIGGLES MURDERER, KYRA ALYSSA KAUR GILL.&lt;br /&gt;IS STILL IN CUSTODY, AND WILL BE GOING TO COURT ON 5TH DECEMBER 2008.&lt;br /&gt;MR. WRIGGLES FAMILY ARE CURRENTLY NOT PRESSING ANY CHARGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. W. WRIGGLES THE WORM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 FEB 2001-19 NOV 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bichitomalo.com/images/ist1_1035760_smiling_worm_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bichitomalo.com/images/ist1_1035760_smiling_worm_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY WE NOW PLEASE HAVE A MOMENT OF SILENCE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. W. WRIGGLES THE WORM DID NOTHING WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS MERELY MAKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE GARDEN, WHEN KYRA A. K. GILL DECIDED IT WOULD BE FUNNY TO HURT MR. WRIGGLES. WHEN HE WAS FOUND BY SASHA A. K. GILL 12 MINUTES AFTER HE WAS INJURED, HE WAS RUSHED TO WORMY GENERAL HOSPITAL, WHERE HE PASSED AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. W. WRIGGLES THE WORM WAS A GOOD FRIEND, HE WAS A HARDWORKING WORM, AND A GOOD FATHER, HUSBAND, SON, AND BROTHER. HE WAS GOOD FRIENDS WITH WORLD EXPLORER, DORA AND COUSIN, DIEGO. HE EVEN APPEARED ON SEVERAL EPISODES ON THE HIT SERIES, DORA THE EXPLORER, WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN AIRED YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WRIGGLES FAMILY IS OVERCOME WITH GRIEF, AND IF ANYBODY IS TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HIS MURDER, THE WORMA-WORM POLICE FORCE IS ASKING YOU TO STEP FOWARD FOR MORE INFORMATION ON WHY MR. W. WRIGGLES HAD GONE THROUGH SO MUCH TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WILL ALL MISS YOU MR. W. WRIGGLES THE WORM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL VISITORS TO THIS BLOG ARE TO PAY YOUR CONDOLENSES TO MR. WRIGGLES. AND IF YOU DON'T. MR. WRIGGLES AND SID WILL TAKE CARE OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THAT NOTE. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;AND GOODBYE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35 Little Secrets:Be honest no matter what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[ONE] Who was your last text from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU TRYING TO RUB IT IN THAT I DONT HAVE A CELL????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWO] Where was your default pic taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHATS THAT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[THREE]Your relationship status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARRIED! I'M MRS. SQUAREPANTS. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[FOUR] Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYONE NORMAL HAS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[FIVE] What is your current mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAD. MR W. WRIGGLES JUST PASSED. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[SIX] What's your brother's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOB. NO, SID. NO, BOB. I DON'T HAVE A BROTHER YOU DUMB DUMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[SEVEN ] What's your favorite color(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CURRENTLY? GREEN? AND BROWN. THE COLOUR OF MR. W. WRIGGLES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[EIGHT] Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRICKY QUESTION. PONY VILLE, I GUESS. BUT I'LL BRING LAVELLE CAUSE SHE JUST CAME BACK, AND GLENDA, BECAUSE GOING THERE WILL ANNOY HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[NINE] Have a crazy side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOPE. I AM 100% NORMAL. (AND DELLUSIONAL)(AND VERY BAD AT SPELLING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TEN] Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE THEM ALL THE TIME. I GUESS SOME OF MY LUCK BRUSHED OFF ON WRIGGLES. AND THAT'S WHY HE'S DEAD. OHHHHHH. THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[ELEVEN] Something you do a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TALK ABOUT WRIGGLES. TODAY AT LEAST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWELVE] Angry at anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOPE. I AM GRUDGE FREEEEE!!!! EXCEPT FO RKYRA. FOR KILLING MR. W. WRIGGLES THE WORM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[THIRTEEN] What's stopping you from going for the person you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTHING. REALLY. I DONT LIKE ANYONE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[FOURTEEN] When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHEN MR WRIGGLES DIED AS I HELD HIS HAND. NOT THAT HE HAD ONE REALLY, BUT. I WAS THERE FOR HIM. :( ALSO WHEN I FINISHED READING 'IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW' AND 'THE LAST SUMMER (of you and me)' AND AFTER RE-READING 'MARLEY AND ME'. I CRY ALOT. I AM A VERY SENSITIVE PERSON XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[FIFTEEN] Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WRIGGLES, IF HE WAS STILL ALIVE. AND FOR SID, MY BESTEST BUDDY, WHO WAS THERE FOR ME WHEN WRIGGLES DIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[SIXTEEN] What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CURRENTLY, WRIGGLES. ALSO ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF AN EARTHQUAKE HAD HIT SAN FRANSISCO WHILE I WAS STILL THERE AN WHETHER OR NOT I WILL STILL BE ALIVE IF IT HAD. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[SEVENTEEN] Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY MOMMY. SHE JUST CALLED TO MAKE SURE I WAS READING CHINESE ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[EIGHTEEN] What are your favorite songs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE JUNO SONG I AM PLAYING ON MY BLOG. LOL. I ALSO LIKE TREE HUGGER. YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO IT, SERIOUS. IT IS SUCH A CUTE SONG. ITS ABOUT EVERYONE WISHING TO BE SOMEONE THEIR NOT:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[NINETEEN] What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT ELSE?? THIS YOU DUMMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY] Who do you trust right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SID, WRIGGLES(THE LATE WRIGGLES), LAVELLE, GLENDA, EHHHHH.... AND A LOT OF PEOPLE I GUESS. I AM VERY TRUST-Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY-ONE] Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOMMY. IT'S NIKE. AGAIN. URGH. I AM GOING TO CHANGE OUT OF IT AND BURN IT. HOLD ON....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BACK :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY-TWO] Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SICKO KAYPOH PERSON. LOL. Y'THINK????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY-THREE] What is your lucky number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ACCORDING TO MY HOROSCOPE IT'S 3, 8 AND 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY-FOUR] Who are your friends that are closest to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL MY FRIENDS ARE EQUALLY CLOSE, ONLY, I TRUST SOME MORE, BECAUSE I TALK WITH THEM MORE OFTEN AND CAN RELATE TO THEM MORE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY- FIVE] Describe your life in one word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SASHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY- SIX] Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DITTO QUESTION TWENTY-TWO. SICK, SICK, SICK. :( THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE AN ANGRY FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY-SEVEN] Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WRIGGLES, AND MY MOMMY WHEN SHE FINDS OUT I DIDNT REALLY READ CHINESE TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY- EIGHT] What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;READING CHINESE. I HAVE ALREADY SAID THAT ABOUT TWO TIMES, WEIRDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[TWENTY-NINE] If you could wish for something over a birthday cake right now what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTHING, REALLY. I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY. I DONT WANT ANYTHING MORE THAN WHAT I ALREADY HAVE. BECAUSE, IT'S THE CLOSEST I CAN GET TO PERFECT :) CEPT FOR WRIGGLES OF COURSE. MAYBE I'LL WISH FOR HIM BACK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[THIRTY] What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TREE HUGGER "AND IN THE SEA THERE IS A FISH, A FISH THAT HAS A SECRET WISH, A WISH TO BE A BIG CACTUS WITHA PINK FLOWER ON IT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[THIRTY- ONE] Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY MOMMY, WHEN SHE LEFT FOR WORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[THIRTY- TWO] Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MT MOMMY, BECAUSE I SAID I DID NOT WANT TO READ CHINESE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[THIRTY- THREE] Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[THIRTY- FOUR] What is your natural hair colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BRIGHT NEON GREEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLACK, STUIPD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[THIRTY-FIVE] Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SID. HE TOLD ME I JOKE I WILL NOT PUT HERE CAUSE IT WILL GET ME IN TROUBLE IF SOMEONE WERE TO READ IT :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-1138436519605248289?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/1138436519605248289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=1138436519605248289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/1138436519605248289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/1138436519605248289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-w-wriggles-worm.html' title='Mr. W. Wriggles the worm.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-6507760560625891568</id><published>2008-11-16T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:15:27.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lavelle lee is gone :(</title><content type='html'>where is lavelle lee???&lt;br /&gt;two more days till she comes back :D&lt;br /&gt;but she dissapear-ed&lt;br /&gt;and thats not good because she is not suppose to dissapear.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so glenda is making her own display pictures now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;here's my favourite one of hers:&lt;br /&gt;EGG THE POTATO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SSDqi-13f2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dxsg0CbPn1M/s1600-h/Egg+the+potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269469450728865634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SSDqi-13f2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dxsg0CbPn1M/s200/Egg+the+potato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made this one as a joke:&lt;br /&gt;POTATO THE EGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SSDqjHFN9iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/m7h-zB98Z1g/s1600-h/Potato+the+egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269469452940736034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SSDqjHFN9iI/AAAAAAAAAIM/m7h-zB98Z1g/s200/Potato+the+egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they look totally different haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also made a shocking discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondhand serenade is not a band , its a one man show with John Vesely. He just records all the instruments puts them all together with the vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;take that glenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ONE guy.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he must work his butt off just for one song.&lt;br /&gt;poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;at least he is rich.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would i do if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.You won the lottery:&lt;br /&gt;  be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.You caught your BF/GF is cheating you with your best friend:&lt;br /&gt;   is my best friend in this situation PRETTY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You saw someone hitchiking on highway:&lt;br /&gt;   join them. i heard hitchiking is pretty fun. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.You caught a friend stealing from you:&lt;br /&gt;   what did she steal? ok. if she stole lavelle's pony, i'll be pretty mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.You witnessed a murder:&lt;br /&gt;    OHHHHHH. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.A random stranger offered you ice cream:&lt;br /&gt;  Accept. it's not every day you get free ice cream, you know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.MySpace is closed:&lt;br /&gt;   what is myspace???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.You learned that there wont be internet anymore:&lt;br /&gt;  make another internet. then i'll be RICH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.You learned your best friend has a crush on you:&lt;br /&gt;  this is a weird question. what kind of person asks this question??? seriously. you sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.You found a wallet without an ID and fully loaded with $$$$:&lt;br /&gt;  take it. who wouldn't? then you have the ID. which you can get into places with. hopefully there's a drivers licence in the wallet too, and a car in thw wallets too, maybe a house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go talk to my pet squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid has something to tell everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KILLL YOUUUUU. NO ONE IS VISITING MY BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go give him asprin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-6507760560625891568?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/6507760560625891568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=6507760560625891568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/6507760560625891568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/6507760560625891568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/11/lavelle-lee-is-gone.html' title='lavelle lee is gone :('/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SSDqi-13f2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dxsg0CbPn1M/s72-c/Egg+the+potato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-8252870705360551932</id><published>2008-11-15T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:42:53.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my name is copyrighted, starting now.</title><content type='html'>ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;to those people who want to join my protest?&lt;br /&gt;make one for "i hate Sasha Fierce."&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuipd "i am...SASHA FIERCE"&lt;br /&gt;not that it's her fault or anything, but.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to use such a nice name, at least to choose a whacky surname like fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senario when i meet someone new:&lt;br /&gt;ME: HELLOOOOO. I AM SASHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THEM:FIERCE????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, no.&lt;br /&gt;Gill.&lt;br /&gt;SASHA GILL&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;FIERCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am overeacting.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;my name's worth it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking forward to christmas.&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat pie.&lt;br /&gt;any pie really.&lt;br /&gt;all i actually want is the pastry.&lt;br /&gt;it cant be soggy, because soggy pastry is ickky.&lt;br /&gt;ickky, ickky, ickky.&lt;br /&gt;like sasha fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i feel evil again.&lt;br /&gt;insulting fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i feel right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.upsidedownlawnmower.com/storage/scribble.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1210217318143"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 433px; height: 414px;" src="http://www.upsidedownlawnmower.com/storage/scribble.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1210217318143" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's scribble for:&lt;br /&gt;-evil&lt;br /&gt;-happy&lt;br /&gt;-not angry&lt;br /&gt;-not depressed&lt;br /&gt;-not anything negative(EVil doesn't count as negative)&lt;br /&gt;-Very...sasha. Gill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;now everytime i write my name i have to put my surname.&lt;br /&gt;which is not as nearly as ridiculous as fierce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who can blame her?&lt;br /&gt;sasha such a wonderfully awesome, bright, cheery, nice, cheery, bright, nice, awesome name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop being self absorbed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda is finally online.&lt;br /&gt;we, okay SHE, thought of a great idae for our CMPS project.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't put it here.&lt;br /&gt;because it will be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;i like surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;like that big fluffy..thing i got from eva for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i was REALLY surprised.&lt;br /&gt;it is supposed to be a pillow or somehing.&lt;br /&gt;but it looks more like a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squished up feathery... thing&lt;br /&gt;but it is soft&lt;br /&gt;and nice&lt;br /&gt;and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like green too.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;green is my favourite colour, for now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;that was vocal exercises.&lt;br /&gt;i need to do them everyday so i dont end up sounding like a broken radio when i talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no. i just made that up.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i am getting anywhere anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;so BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tomrichmond.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/simple-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 384px;" src="http://www.tomrichmond.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/simple-face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah. Sid wanted to say goodbye too.&lt;br /&gt;and to tell you no one is visting his blog.&lt;br /&gt;so he'll come and find you &lt;br /&gt;and make you watch seven torturous of barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-8252870705360551932?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8252870705360551932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=8252870705360551932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8252870705360551932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8252870705360551932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-name-is-copyrighted-starting-now.html' title='my name is copyrighted, starting now.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-6065932610481427011</id><published>2008-11-14T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:05:32.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhheeeeeee</title><content type='html'>BOOM BAYBEH.&lt;br /&gt;sasha's back.&lt;br /&gt;and she is really bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TV there rocked. they had over eight HOURS of spongebob a DAY.&lt;br /&gt;i think i have watched all the spongebob a person could watch.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have noticed a lot of people miss me.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, SOMEONE didn't really notice i left.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go kill her next time,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also noticed taylor swift isn't very bright.&lt;br /&gt;watching ellen and, nuh-ah. not very clever.&lt;br /&gt;this just shows that you don't have to be smart to make it in this world.&lt;br /&gt;*so there's hope for me :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering whether i made it into DEP.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i did.&lt;br /&gt;or i'll... eat chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i am going to sue nike.&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the stuipd &lt;s&gt;tick&lt;/s&gt; swoosh&lt;br /&gt;and the shoes&lt;br /&gt;and the dry fit stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and the swoosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then my mommy might loose her job.&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i won;t sue nike.&lt;br /&gt;i'll sue....&lt;br /&gt;crate and barrel.&lt;br /&gt;that how you spell it?&lt;br /&gt;you'd think after spending so much time in the store, i'd at least remember how to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;time spent during holiday in stuipd furniture shops(mainly crate and barrel)- 80%&lt;br /&gt;time spent in pony ville-0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty upset bought not oing to pony ville.&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to ride a pony so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrie said ponies stink.&lt;br /&gt;i am not talking to her for a week.&lt;br /&gt;or two.&lt;br /&gt;or three.&lt;br /&gt;ponies are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?????&lt;br /&gt;i am leaving for japan in december.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know.&lt;br /&gt;it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll learn how to ski!!!&lt;br /&gt;then ill teach all the ponies to ski, and all the llamas, and the &lt;s&gt;meese&lt;/s&gt; moose(es), and all the octopuses, and all the antelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all my animals will win all the talents competitions you can think of,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i ALSO watched a lot of dora the explorer.&lt;br /&gt;i found out she has this friend called diego or something,&lt;br /&gt;he appears on her show sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;he even has his own show. called "Go diego, GO!"&lt;br /&gt;which he shares with his sister alysia.&lt;br /&gt;no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a friend on my show.&lt;br /&gt;i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ISN"T ANYONE ONLINEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;where the hell is glenda-the-girl-who-spends-every-waking-hour-on-her-computer????&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i was missed *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;lawlll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go build a shrine for the hating of nika and crate and barrel and all stuipd stores i wasted valuable time in.&lt;br /&gt;i am giong to riot throught the school next year.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to join, tell me, and you can make a poster or something so that you can help me protest.&lt;br /&gt;it should say something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO stuipd *insert name of hated store here*  YOU SUCKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;BBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;or, you can draw a nike swoosh or symbol of hated store and draw a big red cross on it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/11/hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh.html' title='hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhheeeeeee'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-908672941664767761</id><published>2008-10-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:04:26.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no</title><content type='html'>NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-8786708963347303165</id><published>2008-10-30T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:01:36.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALOOOOOWWEEENNN</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because everyone dresses up and looks retarded and you get candy from strangers. FREE CANDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy gave me MNMs. they were all dark coloured halloween MNMs. They were yummy. The maroon MNM was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and Carrie finally gave me a pony. WANT TO SEE IT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SQpuIiacpiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c5ZAWN7zgJo/s1600-h/PPOONNYYY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263140207491589666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SQpuIiacpiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c5ZAWN7zgJo/s200/PPOONNYYY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that was all blurry, haha. CAN YOU SEE MY FINGERS???&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYYYYY. i am leaving tomorrow. so byebye. &lt;br /&gt;i need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so alone here.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;i need to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people have been tagging. SO THATS GOOD. BUT, 99.9% of the tags is about tagging back... so. i guess i'll have to return the favour.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYEBYEBYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-8786708963347303165?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8786708963347303165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=8786708963347303165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8786708963347303165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8786708963347303165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/10/halooooowweeennn.html' title='HALOOOOOWWEEENNN'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SQpuIiacpiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c5ZAWN7zgJo/s72-c/PPOONNYYY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-252163148652262255</id><published>2008-10-20T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:33:27.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LITTLE PONYYYY</title><content type='html'>I GOT A MY LITTLE PONY FOR MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt; MY LITTLE PONY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A PICTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT TO SEE THE PICTURE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SP1Qg26xM1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/pqe70zHVg5M/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259448465266651986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SP1Qg26xM1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/pqe70zHVg5M/s200/DSC02673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH, GOSH. I LOOK CONSIPATED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO. THATNK YOU LAVELLE LEE FOR BUYING MEEEEE A MY LITTLE PONY. AND DON'T BE SAD, OR ANGRY, OR ANYTHING. BECAUSE YOU ARE AN AWEOME PERSON, AND AWESOME PEOPLE DESERVE TO SMILEEEEE. LIKE WHAT I DID IN THE PICTURE ABOVE. ONLY NOT SO STRATHANK YOU LAVELLE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND RINY FOR MY SUPER-UNGRUMPY BERT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BERT IS CUTE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE HAS A UNIBROW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UNIBROWS ARE COOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONLY I DONT WANT A UNIBROW. NO. EWWW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYYYY. i named my poy starsong. cuz that's the name on the box. and my piny wants her original name. not some other name like....baloon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY. GLENDA DEDICATED A POST TO ME ON HER BLOG. HAHA. SO TOUCHINGG. THANK YOU GLENDA CHUA HUA. AND YEAH. HEARING ABOUT YOUR IDEAL ENGAGEMENT RING WAS FUN. A QUESTION? WON'T THE MNM ROT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAD THE AWESOEMST BIRTHDAY EVER. EVEN THOUGH A LOT OF PEOPLE FORGOT ABOUT IT *EVIL EYE* OH. BUT, I AM IN THE FORGIVING MOOD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TODAY HAD NO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING, BUT I FORGOT TO REMIND GLENDA, SO SHE CAME TO SCHOOL. HAHA. VERY COOL, GELNDA.VERY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YESTERDAY THEY GAVE US AN UBER-BORING &lt;s&gt;TALK&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;LECTURE . AND ME AND LAVELLE STARTED DRAWIND COOL ANIMALS. LIKE A CAMEL, AND AN ELEPJANT. PRETTY COOL, ONLY I DUN HAVE A PICTURE. SO. CANT SHOW OFF OUR MASTERPIECE.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO GO FINISH THE WEBBIE.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;BYE/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-252163148652262255?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/252163148652262255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=252163148652262255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/252163148652262255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/252163148652262255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-ponyyyy.html' title='MY LITTLE PONYYYY'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERaeMHEenLI/SP1Qg26xM1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/pqe70zHVg5M/s72-c/DSC02673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-8965656474380008395</id><published>2008-10-19T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:19:45.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE RIPCURL DRESS IS VERY NICE. I SHALL CONSIDER WEARING IT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO GUESS WHAT MY AUNT GAVE ME AS A PRESENT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU'LL NEVER GUESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCRUBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UH HUH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCRUBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REMEMBER HOW I SAID THE ONLY REASON I WANTED TO BECOME A DOCTOR WAS BECAUSE THEY GOT TO WEAR COOL SCRUBS AND THAT MAKES THEM LOOK SUBER SMART? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEVER THOUGHT SOMEONE WILL ACTUALLY TAKE THAT SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY SCRUBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GONNA WEAR THEM FOR HALLOWEEN OR SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN BE LIKE A DEAD DOCTOR OR SOMETHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO TODAY WE WENT TO THIS SUPER NICE RESTARUANT IN THE BOTNIC GARDENS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE PIZZA ROCKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY SOCKS OFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.YOU SHOULD TRY THE PIZZA THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN I WENT TO BEN AND JERRY'S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT REALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I GOT TO SEE THEIR FACTORY OR SOMRTHING PLACE ON DEMPSEY HILL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VERY TEMPTING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FELT LIKE SAYING "I AM GOOD FRIENDS WITH MAS SELAMAT, AND IF SOMEONE DOESN;T GIVE ME CHUCKY COOKIE DOUGH OR STRAWBERRY CHEESEAKE RIGHT NOW, I'M SURE HE'LL LOVE TO KNOW HOW HORRIBLY YOU HAVE TREATED ME."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONLY I CAN'T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE ONE, I DONT KNOW MAS SELAMAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND TWO, I'LL GET JAILED OR SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THAT'S NOT GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAVELLE LEE WAS VERY NICE TO CALL ME IN THE MORNING TO WISH ME A HAPPY THIRTEENTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SO TOUCHED(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONLY THING WAS MY FATHER KEPT SCREAMING AND SWEARING THE ENTIRE DAY. ALMOST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE CANT EVEN STOP THAT FOR HIS DAUGHTER ON HER BIRTHDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HER VERY SPECIAL THIRTEENTH BIRTHDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT MAKE ME UNHAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LET'S TALK ABOUT HAPPY THINGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE MY LIST-OF-THINGS-I-NEVER-THOUGHT-I'LL-GET-TO-DO-BEFORE-I-TURNED-THIRTEEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE'S THE LIST(1 IS PRIORTIY):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) SEE BOYS LIKE GIRLS LIVE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)GET A MAC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)GET OVER STUIPD PRIMARY 6 STUFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)MAKE EVERYONE BELIEVE MY OBSESSION WITH PONIES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)QUIT SYNCHRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)GET THAT STUIPD BRONZE CERT. WHO NEEDS IT ANYWAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)FIX THE LAPTOP. SOMEHOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)MAKE SOME SUPER RETARDED RIENDS. LIKE GLENDA. AND SHAIKHA. AND LAVELLE LEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)WRITE A SUPER COOL STORY ABOUT DORA THE EXPLORER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)MY OWN ROOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11)INVENT NOVAC'S SECRETS. (DONT SAY ANYTHING FUZZY. IT WAS SAMANTHAT'S IDEA. NOT MINE. IT'S THE MAN FORM OF VICTORIA'S SECRECTS. BY THE WAY.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12)COOK SOMETHING EDIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13)WATCH MAMA MIA! THE MOVIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14)LEARN HOW TO SING HONEY HONEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;15)GET A PONY&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK. THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYEBYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-8965656474380008395?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/8965656474380008395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=8965656474380008395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8965656474380008395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/8965656474380008395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-3755112758153572311</id><published>2008-10-18T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T03:23:30.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DORA THE EXPLORER GENIUS.</title><content type='html'>I HAVE NOTICED SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT OF PEOPLE LIKE MY DORA THE EXPLORER POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M CONSIDERING MAKING A BOOK OUT OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN EVERYONE CAN HAVE IT FOR FREE AND I CAN GET OUT OF CLASS BONDING BECAUSE I WAS SIGNING MY BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TITLE SHALL BE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' WHEN I BECOME FAMOUS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE CONTINUING THE STORY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL CONTINUE THE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T READ PART ONE YET. IT IS AT THE BOTTOME OF THE BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FIRST POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK HERE GOES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I HAVE FOUND OUT THE REASON WHY I NEVER LEARN MY LESSON. BECAUSE MOMMY ALWAYS GIVES IN. TODAY I MADE HER SOME TEA AND A SLICE OF BREAD AND SHE LET ME CONTINUE. MOMMY IS SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. SO I WAS TALKING ABOUT MY NEW TV PROGRAMME. MOMMY SAID THAT I HAVE TO USE A LOT OF MONEY FILMING THE MOVIE. AND I HAVE TO HOPE I MADE A 'PROFIT'. I GOT ANGRY BECAUSE SHE IS ALWAYS TRYING TO TEACH ME NEW WORDS. SO I TIPPED HER CUP OF TEA AND IT SPILLED ALL OVER HER NEW SHIRT. I HAD TO GO SIT ON THE NAYGHTY SEAT AFTER THAT. I WAS VERY BORED SO I CONTINUED MY SASHA THE EXPLORER(with flats) STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THE BEST THING ABOUT HAVING MY OWN HOUSE IS THAT I DON'T HAVE TO LIVE WITH MOMMY ANYMORE. THEN I WON'T HAVE A NAUGHTY SEAT. ONLY FLATS WILL HAVE ONE BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO TRAIN MONKEYS AND THE BEST WAY TO TEACH SOMEONE A LESSON IS BE MAKING THEM USE A NAUGHTY SEAT. THAT'S WHAT MOMMY SAYS. BUT MOMMY IS NEVER RIGHT WHEN IT COMES TO TEACHING PEOPLE A LESSON SO I AM NOT SURE. I THINK I WILL ASK FLATS ABOUT WHAT SHE THINKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY ALSO SAID FLATS WILL FEEL VERY EXPOSED BECAUSE SHE WON'T BE WEARING ANYTHING. THEN I REMEMBERED BOOTS ALWAYS WORE SOME BOOTS. SO I THINK FLATS CAN WEAR FLATS. MOMMY TOLD ME FLATS SHOULD WEAR SOMETHING ELSE AS WELL BECAUSE SHE WAS A GIRL MONKEY. AND BOOTS IS A GUY MONKEY, AND IT IS O.K. FOR GUYS TO WEAR NOTHING BUT BOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I WILL BE GROSS IF GUYS WORE NOTHING BUT BOOTS, SO CLEARLY MOMMY IS WRONG ABOUT THIS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY SAID FAMOUS PEOPLE GET TO WALK DOWN THE RED CARPET, AND A PEOPLE WILL TRY TO TAKE YOUR PICTURES. I DON'T SEE WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT GETTING TO WALK DOWN A RED CARPET. WE HAVE ONE IN THE HALL AND I WALK DOWN IT EVERYDAY TO GET TO THE KITCHEN, BUT NO ONE TRIES TO TAKE MY PICTURE. MAYBE THEY HAVE HIDDEN CAMERAS SOMEWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THEN I WILL HAVE TO HIRE BODYGUARDS TO PROTECT ME. SO THAT PEOPLE DONT KIDNAP ME. OR MONKEYNAP FLATS. THAT WILL BE VERY BAD. IF WE ARE KID/MONKEYNAPPED. WHO WILL FILM SHOWS FOR US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SOME GUEST APPEARENCES TO MAKE MY SHOW MORE INTERESTING. MY FRIEND GLENDA SAID SHE WILL COME ON MY SHOW. BUT SHE IS NOT FAMOUS, SO I DONT THINK IT WILL BE A GOOD IDEA TO HIRE HER. I THINK I SHOULD GO OUT TO MEET SOME PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MEET FAMOUS PEOPLE, I WILL CARRY OUT THE RED CARPET IN THE HALL OUT TO THE STREET. THEN I WILL WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO WALK ON IT, THEN I'LL HIRE HER BECAUSE SHE WALKED ON THE RED CARPET AND SHE WILL BE FAMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIEND SAID SHE KNEW A FAMOUS PERSON TO HIRE. HIS NAME IS MAS SELAMAT. SHE SAID IF I HIRED HIM, EVERYONE WILL WATCH MY SHOW. I DIDN'T KNOW WHO HE WAS SO I GOOGLED HIM AND HERE'S WHAT I GOT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g312/fingersdontfing/fingersdontfing3/MasSelamat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g312/fingersdontfing/fingersdontfing3/MasSelamat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I SAW THIS, I GOT VERY ANGRY. BECAUSE IT SAYS HE IS 'WANTED' I THINK THIS IS VERY UNFAIR BECAUSE I WANTED TO HIRE HIM FIRST. AND A LOT OF THE PICTURES I FOUND ALSO SAID WANTED. SOMEONE WANTED TO PAY HIM A MILLION DOLLARS IF HE WORKED FOR THEM. I DON'T HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY. ONLY THE FIVE BUCKS MY GRANDMA GAVE ME FOR CHRISMAS LAST YEAR. I THINK I HAVE A CHANCE OF HIM WORKING FOR ME CAUE MY MOMMY ALWAYS SAYS 'IT THE TOUGHT THAT COUNTS'. AND I REALLY WANT HIM TO ACT FOR ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I NOTICED ALL THE PICTURES HAD THE PHONENUMBER '999' ON THEM. I THOUGHT THIS WAS PROBABLY MAS SELAMAT'S CELLPHONE NUMBER. SO I USED MOMMY'S HANDHELD AND DAILED IN TRIPLE NINE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A MAN WITH A FUNNY VOICE ANSWERED. I DIDN'T LIKE THIS VOICE. SO I TOLD HIM "MAS SELAMAT? I DECIDED NOT TO HIRE YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVE A WEIRD ACCENT. YOUR FIRED!!!!!!!" THEN MY MOMMY HEARD ME AND SNATCHED HER PHONE AWAY AND APOLOGISED TO THE MAN. I DON'T SEE WHY SHE WAS APOLOGISING. IT'S NOT MY FAULT HE'S GOT A FUNNY VOICE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY FRIEND GLENDA TOLD ME WHERE I WENT WRONG WAS FIRING HIM BEFORE I EVEN GOT THE CHANCE TO HIRE HIM. I DON'T SEE THE POINT. WHY HIRE HIM JUST SO YOU COULD FIRE HIM. GLENDA IS NOT VERY BRIGHT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER I CALLED MAS SELAMAT, MOMMY TURNED TO ME. SHE LOOKED VERY CROSS. SHE TOLD ME I HAVE BEEN A VERY BAD PERSON TODAY, AND TOLD ME I COULDN'T WIRTE THIS FOR ONE MORE WEEK BECAUSE OF WHAT I DID. SHE SAID I HAD TO LEARN MY LESSON. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERE WE GO AGAIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LAST PART SOUNDED TOO MATURE. HAHA. BUT IT FITS IN WELL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 DAY TO MY BIRTHDAY! MY MOMMY BOUGHT ME THIS COOL RIPCURL BEACH-LIKE DRESS. VERY NICE. HAHA. I ALSO GOT THAT BOOK I WANTED. MY BEST FRIEND'S GIRL. IT WAS VERY SAD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK. 1 DAY TO GO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-3755112758153572311?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/3755112758153572311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=3755112758153572311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/3755112758153572311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/3755112758153572311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/10/dora-explorer-genius.html' title='DORA THE EXPLORER GENIUS.'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g312/fingersdontfing/fingersdontfing3/th_MasSelamat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-3922221167486151879</id><published>2008-10-18T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:02:24.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sid's blog</title><content type='html'>Sid asked me to post this.&lt;br /&gt;Sid's blog: &lt;a href="http://theimaginaryfriendsociety-sid.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theimaginaryfriendsociety-sid.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-3922221167486151879?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/3922221167486151879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=3922221167486151879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/3922221167486151879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/3922221167486151879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/10/sids-blog.html' title='Sid&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-7082446916153715409</id><published>2008-10-18T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:01:19.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY IMAGINARY FRIEND</title><content type='html'>helloh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i like the URL.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE URL.&lt;br /&gt;OKKKKKK.... anyway. Today i was on the bus and we passd this ad for a new condo or something. AND EACH CONDA HAS A FIVE SEATER PRIVATE WHIRLPOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A PRIVATE WHIRLPOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenda/Garry, that's what i am going to call her now, gave me an imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Sid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes this blog, so i'll let him post after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if he likes it, he can get his OWN blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid is very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has never had his own blog before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be nice people. Sid is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. i wanted to know what the my little ponies looked like. Because i forgot. So i'll put one here so EVERYONE can stare at it in AWE. ok. Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mireillejansen.nl/gallery/mlp/c_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mireillejansen.nl/gallery/mlp/c_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think that one's the collector's item. haha. opps. but it's PRETTY. SEE LAVELLE???? IT"S PRETTY. it has cool diamonds on it. this one must have cost a LOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sid thinks this pony is on eof the prettiest he has seen. And he is supporting me in my fight against pony-ism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love my little pony(s).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promised you Sid, And here Sid is :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HELLO. THIS IS SID. I AM SASHA'S IMAGINARY FIREND. GLENDA GAVE ME MY NAME SO THAT'S WHY IT'S NOT NICE. SASHA WANTED TO CALL ME SEAN. BECAUSE SHE SAID IT SOUNDED NORMAL. BUT GLENDA THREATENED HER SO I HAD TO BE CALLED SID.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I THINK GLENDA IS VERY SELFISH. IT'S MY NAME TOO. I WANTED SEAN. SO NOW I'M STUCK WITH SID.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY FRIEND, GARRY(GLENDA'S IMAGINARY FRIEND) SAYS MY NAME WAS WEIRD. THEN I TOLD HIM HIS WAS WEIRDER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HE WAS QUIET AFTER THAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL I GET MY NEW BLOG. SASHA SAID IT WAS A LOT OF HARD WORK TO MAKE ONE FOR ME. I HOPE I DONT TROUBLE HER TOO MUCH. BECAUSE SHE IS VERY NICE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OTHER THAN GARRY, I HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND. HIS NAME IS LEETO. HE IS LAVELLE'S IMAGINARY FRIEND. SASHA GAVE HIM HIS NAME. AND THATS WHY IT IS SO NICE, UNLIKE MY NAME );&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STILL, AT LEAST IT'S NOT SANTOS. GLENDA WANTED ME TO BE CALLED SANTOS FIRST. BEFORE SHE FOUND THE NAME SID. SANTOS IS THE NAME OF A DEAD GUY IN UGLY BETTY. I DO NOT WANT TO BE NAMED AFTER SOMETHING DEAD. ESPECIALLY NOT IN A WEIRD SICKO SHOW LIKE UGLY BETTY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY. I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD COME TO MY BLOG AND TAG. MY FRIEND GARRY IS SUPPOSED TO ASK GLENDA FOR HIS OWN BLOG. I HOPE SHE MAKES ONE FOR HIM THEN WE ALL CAN LINK EACH OTHER. I THINK LINKING IS VERU FUN, INDEED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SASHA ASKED ME TO GET OFF THE COMPUTER NOW. SHE WAS VERY NICE LETTING ME BLOG HERE, SINCE IT'S NOT MY BLOG. SHE IS THE BEST HUMAN ANY IMAGINARY FRIEND LIKE ME COULD EVER HAVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SID.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so. that was Sid. really awesome imaginary friend. now i'll go make him blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want a MLP for my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;any one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even a comb for one of them will do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-7082446916153715409?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/7082446916153715409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=7082446916153715409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/7082446916153715409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/7082446916153715409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-imaginary-friend.html' title='MY IMAGINARY FRIEND'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567527709666361914.post-7668908143149528194</id><published>2008-10-18T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:00:41.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SASHA THE EXPLORER!!!!!!!!(and flats)</title><content type='html'>BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my quote of the &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;because it kinda grows on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, i could say this all day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i can't.&lt;br /&gt;Or lavelle lee and glenda will kill me, and burn me alive. then i can say one lasy BURN, BAYBEH, BURNNNNNN!!!! before i die, a REALLY firey death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. i feel pretty sadd. and stuipd. haha. but i dont seem to care. I haven't reached my target for ANY of my exams yet. haha. i think i overestimated sasha. but i feel kinda sad. in a way. lol. forget that, lets moveo on to brighter subjects, like my birthday countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREEEEEE DAYSSSSSSSSS TILLLLLLLLLL MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody go WHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNHHHHHHFFFFFFFAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the name lavelle lee gave me. UOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNHHHHHHFFFFFFFAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough of funny words. Let's talk something EVERYONE WILL UNDERSTAND: whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the post above translated in whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOO Oooo OOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOO ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooo ooooooooo OOOOOOOOOOO ooooooooo ooOOoO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. yes. Whale is very simple, as you can see. Now it's you turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________ ___________________ _____________ ______ _____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY GOOD! Youre doing GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see i watch too much dora the explorer.&lt;br /&gt;But she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Dora, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.bath.ac.uk/ch1os/whittlesey/DoraTheExplorer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://people.bath.ac.uk/ch1os/whittlesey/DoraTheExplorer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my idol. She has a cool bob and a cool monkey, Boots. Here is a picture of boots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/how-dora-the-explorer-works-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/how-dora-the-explorer-works-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are very cool. AND THEY THOUGHT ME SPANISH! yes. i know how to say backpack in spanish. it is.... can i get back to this part later? i'm not a language person. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora and boots are best friends. Like me and my pony. Their like this.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. anyway. i wish i could grow up and be dora one day. i wish one day, i will be able to be as brave as her and stand up to swiper and say "SWIPER NO SWIPING!" really loudly, like she does. I try to do this everyday when i watch her tv programme, so far, i'm doing O.K. but it's only watching swiper on TV. Seeing his in real life is a whole different thing. Much scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish one day, i will buy myself a cool monkey. I'll name it "Flats" Because flats is a type of shoe, like boots. Flats won't be blue like boots because blue is a boy colour. And Flats is not a boy, Flats is a girl. So Flats shall be a light shade of baby orange. My mommy said Orange is an O.K. colour for a girl monkey. I wouldn't want flats to be pink. Because if it was, people will think Flats is a bimbo. I don't know what Bimbo means, but it's a funny name. Mommy Said that if Flats was pink, people would think she was a 'bimbo'. So i wrote it down here anyway, because mommy is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flats and i will have our own TV programme, like dora and boots. It cannot be called Dora the explorer because my name is not Daor, it is Sasha. So it will be called Sasha the explorer. I think Flats will feel pretty left out because her name's not in the title of our TV programme, so the FULL title will be "Sasha the explorer, with Flats." I asked mommy about this and she said some TV programmes are named in this way. So i guess this is O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy also said that if a lot of people watched our TV programme, me and flats will get rich. I will like to be rich, then i can buy my own tv to watch more dora the explorer. I will still have to watch it to look for new ideas for my own TV programme, because Dora's show is always interesting, and if i follow her's a bit, mine will be interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mommy said this is wrong. Because dora the explorer is 'copyrighted'. I don't know what that means, so mommy explained it to me. I don't see whats wrong in copying it just a little bit. No one's going to know, unless the policemen watch Dora the Explorer too. And Mommy says this is very unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than buying a TV, i could buy many things with my new money. I think i should buy a house. My friend said that a house usually cost around "a few Mil". I don't understand her. But i think it means a few "DOLLAR BILLS" Maybe i heard her wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house will be pink. It's O.K. if my house is pink because pink houses don't mean you're a bimbo, according to Mommy. She said pink is a very nice colour for a house. And it makes sence if people paint their house pink, because they want their house to look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want a ugly house. A girl in my class has an ugly house. And a lot of people make fun of her. I won't have an ugly house then everyone wouldn't make fun of me. Everyone will want to be my friend. But Flats will still be my best friend. because she was there for me first. Mommy said that what i just said that what i said about the girl with the ugly house is very mean, indeed. Then she punished me and said i cannot wirte this anymore for a week. so i will 'learn my lesson'. I don't think i will learn my lesson. that's what mommy said many times before, so clearly i haven't learnt anything yet. This is the one thing thatmommy is wrong about.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh haha. How werid was that? Lol. I made the story up. i was bored. haha. i should let my mum read it and see what she says about me taking this story public. i will listen to her because (i quote) 'mommy is always right'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567527709666361914-7668908143149528194?l=the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/feeds/7668908143149528194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567527709666361914&amp;postID=7668908143149528194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/7668908143149528194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567527709666361914/posts/default/7668908143149528194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sunshine-factory.blogspot.com/2008/10/sasha-explorerand-flats.html' title='SASHA THE EXPLORER!!!!!!!!(and flats)'/><author><name>Sasha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
