<?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-8713348448421218085</id><updated>2011-12-01T08:12:14.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniquely Mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-1727850725521560581</id><published>2011-11-30T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:11:33.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow dayssssssss :D</title><content type='html'>Today, Wednesday, November 30... is a snow day!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like snow days 'cause you can sleep in. But of course the people call at like 2 in the morning to tell us it's a snow day. So I was awake at 2 in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get to hang out with your buds. :) Go sledding, and making snow men. Oh, and dont for get snow angles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly... The senery! It's soooo beautiful outside! The snow that;s covering everything sparkles, like dimonds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now it;s time to go and play outside! Byeeeee! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-1727850725521560581?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1727850725521560581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow-dayssssssss-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1727850725521560581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1727850725521560581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow-dayssssssss-d.html' title='snow dayssssssss :D'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-7523614025531808391</id><published>2011-10-23T11:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:05:08.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update, 10/23/11</title><content type='html'>Wow... I haven't written here in a while. Like, a REALY REALLY long time. So, I'm gonna catch you guys up with the latest 411, on my life. Ok, let's get started!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I posted, was in June, the beginning of summer. Summer went by really quickly. I hung out with my friends a lot, and I went up to Gull Lake with my friends for two nights. I had tons of sleepovers too. It was a crazzzzy summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what?! I'm in 7th grade now! Going to Chipppewa Middle School. It's really BIG, but I've found my way. I like my classes, especially Forensic Science. We do a lot of interesting things, like fingerprinting, and facial re-construction. And once in a while we watch an episode of Bones. Tee hee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made both the  U14 CASL (Capital Area Soccer League) team, and the Chippewa 7th grade volleyball team. Volleyball season is almost over, our last game is tomorrow. But soccer season is going. I'm also doing dance. Our recital is next Saturday. I is very exited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thats pretty much that's happened in my life, since June. Not much, but things' have happened. Till next time! Bobyeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7523614025531808391?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7523614025531808391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/10/update-102311.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7523614025531808391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7523614025531808391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/10/update-102311.html' title='Update, 10/23/11'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-5155454800311237581</id><published>2011-06-21T14:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:46:35.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the Carribian</title><content type='html'>The 4th Pirates of the Caribbean (on stranger tides) wasn't as good as i thought it would be. It didn't have the same characters as the 1-3 movies, and i didn't understand the whole "Fountain of Youth" thing. The mermaids were really creepy. I think that they were actually vampire mermaids; vermaids. Then the Spanish suddenly came in, and i was like "Wha....?". Oh! And the the random dude in the beginning, who WAS he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of hipper-ness for all the previous movies in the series, but this one didn't much of that. I really missed the guy whose eye kept on falling out! He way like my FAV!! Also, Jhonny Depp wasn't as funny (no offence Jhonny) as he usually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really confurguled when that one girl came in. I don't even remember her name, but her real name is Penelopy Cruse (I think). I still don't know how she and Jack Sparrow met "back in the day", and why she was in the movie for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing with the "handsome" blond guy, and the mermaid girl, was weird. Was she a mermaid, or was she a human, 'cause in the movie they made it clear, that if she was a mermaid, then she would die without water. Plus, when she was in that box, she needed air to breath, so.... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what i have to say about Pirates of the Caribbean &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on Stranger Tides &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(said in a sipicious voice) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-5155454800311237581?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5155454800311237581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/06/pirates-of-carribian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/5155454800311237581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/5155454800311237581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/06/pirates-of-carribian.html' title='Pirates of the Carribian'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-6987929809214434866</id><published>2011-05-31T20:55:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:27:59.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Gull Lake</title><content type='html'>Hi!!!! I haven't really been blogging much, sorry 'bout that, hee hee. Maybe it's because i haven't had the motivation or an interesting thing to tell you people who are reading this. So here's a update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I just got stabbed with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;2 I got ZIGS!!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;3 My birthday is this Friday, and we are having a fiesta in Social Studies that day&lt;br /&gt;4 But then we have a quiz that day too :(&lt;br /&gt;5 I really hope my locker is decorated, that would be nice&lt;br /&gt;Now for #6.... yesterday me and my friend went to Gull Lake; and that's what I'm gonna write about. My Trip to Gull Lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend Mackey invited me to go to Gull Lake with her and her family. I really don't wanna write this is a way like "so I woke up... blah blah. " So I had to wake up really early, and a washed my hair. I'm telling you, that wasn't a good idea. For brakfast, I forgot what I ate, and then my mom and I just sat there, waiting. While waiting, I'd see a car, think it was their's, and it would end up not being their car. But when i saw a big vlack truck, with a big boat hooked on the back, with a huge tubbing thingi, I knew they were here. I got into the truck, and me and Mackey played on our iPods, talked, and listned to music. We stopped for gass like litterally 10 times, but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the lake, there was a really big line. We went and asked it the line was for parking, or launching the boat. They said it was for parking, but we wanted to launch the boat. When we had waited for like 45 minutes, we saw our friends, Alyssa and Erin. When we waited another 20 minutes we went to find a different place to launch our boat. when we put the boat in the water, it didn't start. So we waited like another hour, to get it fixed. Me and Mackey went to an ice creame/deli place, where we met Alyssa and Erin again. We got ice creme. Cake Batter ice creme. Yum! Then we realized that we had to walk to Mackey's cabin, which was on the other side of the lake. When we got there, I met all they very kind people who live near their cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was just too hot, we jumped in to the FREEZING cold water! :0It was cold, but it felt gooooooood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we saw her dad bring the boat, we were so happy. We hooked the tube on, and we got in. We took of! (Just saying that was my 1st time tubbing, so....) It was hard! Mackey was really hyper! She was doing all kinds of stunts! I fell of so many times!! Ha ha.... We had life jackets on, so we floated right back to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to take a break, and we went to the sand bar, and that;s when Mackey surprised-puched me off of the tube! It was funny, but i stepped on something, and i killed my toe. We saw Erin and Alyssa, and then we all went tubbign together. Erin went flying, and Alyssa was olny half way on the tube! it was soo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back to the doc/her cabin, we went swimming. It was cold. Then we went tubbing again, but we went with a little boy, who lives at the cabin with his family. He's in kindergarden, so Mackey couldn't do any stunts (thankfully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go, we hooked the boat back to the truck, and went to a Pub to eat. Me and Mackey shared a BBQ chicken pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at like 11, but it was soo worth it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6987929809214434866?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6987929809214434866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/05/trip-to-gull-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6987929809214434866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6987929809214434866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/05/trip-to-gull-lake.html' title='Trip to Gull Lake'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-1393571274204283796</id><published>2011-04-09T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T18:02:04.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Florida Trip</title><content type='html'>Yesterday me and my family got back from Florida. It sucks. :( The weather in Florida was in the, like, 80s! It's in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30s&lt;/span&gt; here. I miss Florida already. Well, I'm not gonna write about cold, droopy Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day we left, everyone in my family was pumped. It was our first time being in Florida, and we couldn't wait. My dad gets upgraded to 1st class sometimes, so he gave that ticket to my brother. The rest of us sat in 2nd class. When we got there, the sun was shining as bright as my mom's teeth. The breeze was nice, and it felt soooooo good. Did you know, I put on sunglasses for the first time that day? Its true! B) Ha ha, see, it has sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the hotel room, me and my brother did a belly-smacker on the beds, it's like a tradition of ours. I forgot what else we did that day, and what we had for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the beach. The waves were so high, they were taller than my brother! The taste of the water, was HORRIBLE, and the water was cold, very cold, cold to the bone, (I think that's what people say when they are describing something cold). Guess what? The people sitting right next to us on the beach, were from Okemos MI!! What a cowinka-dink!? I made a new friend that day, his name was Pauli- Pauli was a palm tree. For lunch we had Cajun food. It was yummy. Then we went back to the beach. I bet we had, like, 3 tons of ice cream that day... but you can't blame us, it was hot! So was the Mexican restatuant we had dinner at that night. oh! the place we had dinner in the 2nd paragraph was a Thai place! Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went shopping. We had breakfast at the hotel, and then we left. We went to Las Olas Blvd. They have tons of shops there. My brother and I got tee-shirts, and the dude who worked at the place made them in front of us, in like, 2 seconds. It was awesome. That night we ate at an Italian place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd day, we went to the Everglades, and saw real live aligators! It was so cool! And I held a live baby aligator! :D It was epic! (man) ;) We had american food that night. I had the New Englad Clam Chowder. Yum! We walked on the beach that night, and it felt so nice with the breeze... OMG! I forgot we found a dead person that night in the water! Jk. Then we went into the pool, at like 10:30, and we went into the hot tub. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day, we went to the beach again. The waves wern't as big as the 1st day, but it was still fun. Everyone in my family got stung by jelly-fish. Hee hee...  We had an un-satifying lunch, but dinner was good. We had a mix of all oriental foods. And for dessert, we had deep fried cheese cake. I can hear ur tummy grumble, mine is grumbling too, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, I got the 1st class ticket! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my Florida trip! You should go to Florida too, even if you have already been there, I would looove to go again! anything to get away from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;weather.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess, this is it. TTYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-1393571274204283796?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1393571274204283796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-florida-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1393571274204283796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1393571274204283796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-florida-trip.html' title='Our Florida Trip'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-3745597138030084503</id><published>2011-03-27T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:14:34.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>This spring break, I'm going to Miami, Florida. Cool right? So since i got contacts, I FINALLY get to wear sunglasses! Yay for me! So today I got black sunglasses, with silver sparkles on the side. They rock. I'm going to get a beach towel, a GLEE cast beach towel. I saw it a Mijer today, and I'm gonna get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida is gonna be awesome! We're thinking of renting one of those little house/hut thing-is, and also we are thinking of renting a car, so we can drive around. I can't wait to go to the beach... I just hope the weather is going to be nice; warm, and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the flight's only 2 hours long, I HATE airplanes. The noise, the smell, and the un-comfy chairs, just bugs me. On long flights, I can sleep, 'cause of the motor noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not really sure what to say not, so I guess I'll write about my time in Florida when I'm back! Aloha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-3745597138030084503?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3745597138030084503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3745597138030084503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3745597138030084503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-6545720321393498323</id><published>2011-03-03T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T19:21:33.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3-2-11, the AMAZING after-school audtion</title><content type='html'>The school that I got to (Kinawa), has annual talent shows. Me and two of my friends did a dance. Our audition was at 4:26. Once school got out, i had to get my leggings, which were in my locker. But I couldn't get my locker open. After 600,000,000,000 tries, i finally got it open, and I got my leggings. I changed and went to the audetiorum All my friends were there, Alyssa, Raywa, Mohini, Thomas D, Noah, Thomas S, Alex, Joe, Coulton, Mario, Eshwar, Jacob, Mackey, Freyja, Caylin, and Zoya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had pretty cool talents, but Thomas D, Mario, Coulton, Joe, and Alex, had the best entry. Thomas sang, Coulton and Marion played the guitar, Alex was on the key board, and Joe played the drums. Coulton and Mario had brought amps, but the music was to loud for anyone to hear Thomas, so the amps were no use. But they still did great. My audtion went well, and my friends all said "Bravo! bravo! anchor!". After that, we all ate chicken sanwhiches from McDonalds, and everone was jelous. (tee hee) All of us, ran to the vending machine, and got something to drink. Alex pressed the button for lemonade, but water came out instead. He was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed till the end, when Calin and Freyja... otherwise known as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hubba Bubba Gurls, &lt;/span&gt;did a dance to the crocodille song, and it was funny! I can't really describe it, 'cause it was a 'you had to be there' moment. Well, that was my after-school audtion. The. End (tee hee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6545720321393498323?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6545720321393498323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-2-11-amazing-after-school-audtion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6545720321393498323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6545720321393498323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-2-11-amazing-after-school-audtion.html' title='3-2-11, the AMAZING after-school audtion'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-6428338878607351068</id><published>2011-02-22T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:05:16.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow causes many things.&lt;br /&gt;It makes birds fly away with their wings,&lt;br /&gt;But the sun still shines it rays,&lt;br /&gt;On lovely snowdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents don't like them,&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for a green stem.&lt;br /&gt;They can't wait for the blue jays...&lt;br /&gt;But children love snowdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6428338878607351068?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6428338878607351068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowdays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6428338878607351068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6428338878607351068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowdays.html' title='Snowdays'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-3842376078295133734</id><published>2011-02-20T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T12:50:41.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipped</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was flipped. Not literally, but i realized something. Justin Bieber is AWESOME! I saw the movie Never Say Never yesterday, and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flipped &lt;/span&gt;my opinion on him, Justin Bieber. I used to be part of the crowd, who thought that Justin was a, girl in a boy costume. Ha ha... but this movie, you see that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he isn't a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is a biography, about (obviously) Justin Bieber. It tells how he got discovered, and the 10 days before going to Madison Square Gardens. In the begenning, it shows videos, when he was little. On day 4, he had  a thoat infection, and had strep throat. But then, like all kids movies, he got better, and did awesome in the Madison Square Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Say Never, was really touching. Believe it or not, I cried. He gives concert tickets to people who didn't have them, and when he sings the song "One less lonely girl", he takes a girl from the audience, brings her up on stage, and gives her flowers, while singing the song. Cute right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three times that made me laugh, was when:&lt;br /&gt;1: his manger asked girls about what they like most about him, and everyone said his hair!&lt;br /&gt;2: Justin came back to his middle school, and auto-graphed his locker, but the janitors thought it was grafittii, and washed it off. :(&lt;br /&gt;3: the mager, and everybody who works with Justin, imitated how he flickes his hair. And then, Justin flicked his hair in slow motion, and it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this movie, and it changed my point of view about him. But I'm not really sure that (whoever is reading this, at the age 30 or older) will not like, or care about my new favorite movie, Never Say Never. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-3842376078295133734?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3842376078295133734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/02/flipped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3842376078295133734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3842376078295133734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/02/flipped.html' title='Flipped'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-8956244333121990269</id><published>2011-02-12T11:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:03:01.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>As an 11 year old, Valentines Day isn't very important. It might be important for couples, and such, but for me, I truly don't care. What buggs me, is that people in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grade&lt;/span&gt; care for Valentines Day, I mean... why? Tons of people in my grade are in a relationship, (most relationships in 6th grade don't last a long time, but nobody cares) and yesterday, all my friends, kept asking, "What should I wear on Monday??" and "What should I get for him/her???". It's so ANNOYING!! I'm glad I don't have to fuss over what to get someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have come up with some interesting things to give to there Valentine. Like, one of my friends, is making a power point with all the pictures of her and him, and adding music. Pretty cool right. But another one of my friends, is a little less creative, and is just getting her Valentine a teddy bear and a box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that for the people who don't have anyone to hug, exept for their parents, Valentines Day is basically a way for people in a relationship to brag that they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;a realtionship? Like yesterday, one of my friends hugged her boyfrind, then another one of my friends hugged hers, and ANOTHER one of my friends hugged her boyfriend, all in a row, in front of me. So I hugged myself. Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that now you know my input on Valentines Day. It's not a crime to have Valentines Day, it just doesn't really matter at my age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-8956244333121990269?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8956244333121990269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8956244333121990269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8956244333121990269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-300406088212450111</id><published>2011-01-29T15:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:10:27.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipper and the pickle</title><content type='html'>My dad has told me to set restrictions for myself, every week. This week's restriction is to write poems or something, and it has to have the "p" sound. So the 1st "p" poem is "Pipper had a pickle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipper had a pickele and put it in his pocket, then picked the peach tree for some panda poo. Pipper ate the pickle that was in his pocket before he picked the peach tree for some panda poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I dare you to say this poem 3 times, supper-dupper fast... its hard!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-300406088212450111?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/300406088212450111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/01/pipper-and-pickle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/300406088212450111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/300406088212450111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/01/pipper-and-pickle.html' title='Pipper and the pickle'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-2931884307666486592</id><published>2011-01-15T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:50:00.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Locker Ideas</title><content type='html'>I need help!!  My locker is so plain! Everyone has pics of them, their family, or relitives they don't see often. Also, people's lockers have magnets. Magnets from different places, or just plain magnets with colors on them. Mine has a baby pic of me and my brother, and a magnet from Paris I got last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made some paper-clip chains, and I have to figure out how to put it in my locker. There nice and colorful. But, I need more, 'cause I'm a "colorful" person. So who ever is reading this, and you have some ideas for my locker, leave a comment below, telling me what I should do. Thanks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2931884307666486592?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2931884307666486592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/01/locker-ideas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2931884307666486592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2931884307666486592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/01/locker-ideas.html' title='Locker Ideas'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-7151662358812364860</id><published>2010-12-31T15:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:49:23.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyburger</title><content type='html'>On the last post I wrote, I reviewed Fish Food Frenzy. Now, I'm going to review, my 2nd favorite app. Skyburger. It is so much fun! You work at a fast food place that sells burgers, called Skyburger. Items that you put in a burger, fall out of the sky, such as the meat, tomato, cheese, lettuce, onion, and pickles. Then, when someone orders what they want in their burger, and you have to catch the bits of food on the bottom bun. when you are done, you then have to catch the top bun. You have to be carefull, to only catch what you need to, and if you catch something else, then the tip the person is giving you, goes down. There are many levels in the game. It starts with "Trainee" then goes to "Good Employee" then to "Special Something" which is where I am right now, and I don't know the name of it. Somewhere in the middle of each level, there is a time to make soemone spend money of a big piece of junk. The "Skyburger"! There is no spesific order, you just catch all that you can, to get alot of money. That is my FAVORITE thing on the game. I'm not really siure what happens next in the game. Im guessing, that you keep making burgers, and passing the levels, till you have more money than Bill Gates. That would be pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it... the fun's over, you can stop reading this post now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7151662358812364860?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7151662358812364860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/12/skyburger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7151662358812364860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7151662358812364860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/12/skyburger.html' title='Skyburger'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-3470869856487019289</id><published>2010-12-27T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:19:55.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Food Frenzy</title><content type='html'>My dad told me to move on. Move on from just poems, to other things on my blog. I think he told me this because, poems limit the amount of time I spent on my blog. I think it is a good idea, 'cause (no offence to poems) they get boring after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also gave me the idea, of writing my point of view on some of the apps I have on my BRAND NEW iTOUCH (the new kind), I got for Christmas. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish Food Frenzy. I love the game. It's about a little orange fish named Sammy, who lives in a big pond. The pond is filled with tiny little red fish, big yellow fish, and big dark blue fish. You are playing as Sammy, trying to eat the red fish, but you have to watch out, because the big fish will eat you. As you keep getting points for every fish you eat, somewhere in the middle, you get bigger, and you can eat the blue fish. That is where I am so far, but I can predict that you keep getting bigger and bigger, till you rule the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this game is fun, and it hasn't gotten boring yet (unlike like poems), so out of 5 stars, I'd give it a 5. I have to say, when I get close to a big fish, I get kind of scared! Weird huh? I also like it, because it is an entertaining game, for free! Yay! All the games I have are. So if you have an iPad, iPhone, or any Apple device that is touch screen, and that has the letter "i" in front of it, then "i" advise you get Fish Food Frenzy! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-3470869856487019289?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3470869856487019289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/12/fish-food-frenzy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3470869856487019289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3470869856487019289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/12/fish-food-frenzy.html' title='Fish Food Frenzy'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-782663499384717722</id><published>2010-12-21T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:43:09.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents, a poem</title><content type='html'>So many presents,&lt;br /&gt;Flashy paper,&lt;br /&gt;I'm exited to see,&lt;br /&gt;What's under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family exchange,&lt;br /&gt;Big and small,&lt;br /&gt;I'm exited to see,&lt;br /&gt;What's given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;We open presents,&lt;br /&gt;We're all exited to see,&lt;br /&gt;What's under the tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-9041352984110848136</id><published>2010-12-08T16:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T18:52:19.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrismas, a poem</title><content type='html'>The green,&lt;br /&gt;The lights,&lt;br /&gt;The scene,&lt;br /&gt;The sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presents,&lt;br /&gt;The snow,&lt;br /&gt;The scents,&lt;br /&gt;The glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleigh,&lt;br /&gt;The fun,&lt;br /&gt;The day...&lt;br /&gt;Called Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-9041352984110848136?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>We get in costumes,&lt;br /&gt;On halloween night,&lt;br /&gt;And go up to people&lt;br /&gt;To give them a fright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk on side walks,&lt;br /&gt;All in a clump,&lt;br /&gt;But some of our faces,&lt;br /&gt;Make you jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collect candy,&lt;br /&gt;just for us to eat,&lt;br /&gt;Some maybe apples,&lt;br /&gt;But some maybe sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so much fun,&lt;br /&gt;You must not fear,&lt;br /&gt;That this night is over,&lt;br /&gt;It will come again next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-5243293841750067049?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5243293841750067049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>They fire-y colors fall from the tree,&lt;br /&gt;In this season, its what you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday it gets colder and colder,&lt;br /&gt;As everyday, we huddle shoulder to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;More and more scarves and hats,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll start seeing bats.&lt;br /&gt;That is not all,&lt;br /&gt;But that is basically fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6149060880533348255?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6149060880533348255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Its called fun with geometry,&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it all,&lt;br /&gt;Thought I just have to deal with it,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll just have to stand tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-949715754422580606?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/949715754422580606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/10/exploretory-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/949715754422580606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/949715754422580606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being really lazy on this one, because I wasn't in the mood to write. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-247395639107705225?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/247395639107705225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/10/tweet-tweet-one-sentance-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/247395639107705225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/247395639107705225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/10/tweet-tweet-one-sentance-poem.html' title='Tweet Tweet, a one sentance poem'/><author><name>Shreya 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type='text'>Stinky Soccer Clothes, a poem</title><content type='html'>I am from the stinky soccer cloths,&lt;br /&gt;Tossed on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;From the half sipped orange juice cups,&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the birds and bees,&lt;br /&gt;That take over the deck.&lt;br /&gt;From the flowers and trees,&lt;br /&gt;That give off a fresh, blossoming smell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the kids "chilling" out,&lt;br /&gt;And playing Around-the-world, and hop-scotch.&lt;br /&gt;From the dogs,&lt;br /&gt;Tugging to get free from their owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the grumpy and mean Azoba,&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;From the Poppers,&lt;br /&gt;Who loves to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the "Sit up straight!",&lt;br /&gt;At the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;From the "Don't watch T.V.!",&lt;br /&gt;After school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from juicy tacos,&lt;br /&gt;On Family Night.&lt;br /&gt;From the Indian food,&lt;br /&gt;Of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the old photo albums,&lt;br /&gt;Asleep in a closet.&lt;br /&gt;From the photo frames,&lt;br /&gt;Up and awake, all around the house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6355867889443404462?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6355867889443404462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/stinky-soccer-clothes-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6355867889443404462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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italic;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;day of school, and that's because I don't exactly remember what happened on the first day or school, so I'm going to give you a summary. Basically, i was exited, and so we my friends. I couldn't get my locker open, so I had to get a different locker, and it's working out so much better. My teacher is really nice... and also funny. We only got to know each others names that day. Then after school, my mom and I, we went to put my locker mate, (a book shelf thingi, that you keep your stuff in, that goes inside your locker, and that has a really bad design) and all the other stuff, like my binders and folders, and my gum! Yay! You get to chew gum in middle school. So, that was my first day, and the second, was relatively like that. And that brings us to the third day, I will try my best to have a post about every day, after school, but some days I have swim practice, so I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       It all starts out, by my alarm going off, playing  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Breath" &lt;/span&gt;from 97.5(it's my alarm). I get out of bed and go brush my teeth, and change my clothes. I didn't have to take a shower because I took a shower the night before, after swimming. Then I went down to have breakfast. I had scrambled egg, toast, and a glass of milk. Then I walked to school. I live, like, right in front of Kinawa Middle School. So when I got to school, I went stright to my locker and put my backpack in it. Then I went to my Orchestra locker, and put my violin in it, and then I went to my Exploritory, music. In there, we talked about the different beats. Then I went to orchestra.We got out hall passes, and our binder. After that, we played hang-man, and it was my teachers birthday! Right after that, I had gym. So I put my violin in my locker, and went to the gym. I went straight to the locker room, and changed in to my gym clothes. It was our first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;official &lt;/span&gt;day of gym, so the whole time was mostly taken up by explaining things. We did crunches, push-ups, the plank, the cunchy-plank, and much more hard things. Then we went out side, and jogged. It was, because coach was telling us what we had to do (outside), and then all the boys came running outside from the other door, and then our coach yelled at them, and said that the boys have to stay behind the girls, and if they past us, they would get an F in the next gym class, or do 25 push-ups! Ha!So we all went for a jog, and in the end, all the boys past us, (just to lok cool).  When then when we came back, coach, told us the gym rules. She said that when playing basketball, you can't shoot outside of the 3 point line. Then we were done, and  we went back to change, nobody took a shower. Next I had Social Studies. So I went to my locker, and got my stuff, and a piece of gum. Then I went to class. We talked about what we needed for the class, and what we would be learning. Then we when we went to lunch, The janitors weren't done cleaning up, 'cause the 5th graders had lunch before us, so we all were in a bid blob of people. Then when they were done, we all piled in, and sat down. At lunch, we talked, and ate. The school food is WAY better!  When we were done with lunch, we were on the way to the gym, but your not allowed to go on the gym floor with "open toed shoes". So then we just waited in the lunch room until it was time to go. I had Math next, so I went to my locker, and got my math stuff, and went into class. We just finished coloring our "kite" pictures for Curiculum Night. Then I went to Language Arts. Out teacher is really nice. All we did was think of class rules.  Though it was kinda boring. Then I had Science. Our Science teacher is also really nice, and he is very loud. We played a game, to get to know each other. It's called three things. You right your name right under the stickey part of a stickey-note, and fold it, and then on the other side you right three things that has happened in your life, or something. Then you put it in a bucket, and then the teacher pickes from the bucket, and reads the things. So then the rest of the class has to guess who it is. It was alot of fun. Once we were done we went back to our locker, and got our stuff to go home. And I walked home. And that was my day. I'll post about tomorrow's day, tomorrow. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7920295718921101416?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7920295718921101416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-third-day-of-school-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7920295718921101416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7920295718921101416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-third-day-of-school-story.html' title='My Third Day of School, a story'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-7300624625838542313</id><published>2010-09-06T15:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:25:54.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gum, a poem</title><content type='html'>Chew, Chew, Chew.&lt;br /&gt;I chew my tasty gum.&lt;br /&gt;It's Mango smoothie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7300624625838542313?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7300624625838542313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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awesome,&lt;br /&gt;Different kinds, colors, styles, and-&lt;br /&gt;They dangle from your ear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-9218802205141419839?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/9218802205141419839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/earrings-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/9218802205141419839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/9218802205141419839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/earrings-poem.html' title='Earrings, a poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-2843639099918510294</id><published>2010-09-04T22:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:22:42.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Songs, a poem</title><content type='html'>Club Can't Handle Me, by Flo Rida,&lt;br /&gt;Dynamite, by Tiocruze,&lt;br /&gt;During this list, you can't snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear it Down, from  Camp Rock 2,&lt;br /&gt;Touch, by Natasha Bedingfield,&lt;br /&gt;These songs are like a zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire, from Camp Rock 2,&lt;br /&gt;And Teenage Dream, by Katy Perry,&lt;br /&gt;Are songs that are pretty new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine, by Taylor Swift,&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Me,&lt;br /&gt;Are both expressing my love to thee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, Bite of my Heart, by Neon Trees,&lt;br /&gt;And Brand New Day, Camp Rock 2,&lt;br /&gt;I think both used in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... that's my Top 10 Song list. Listen to some of them if you want. Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Introducing Me is from Camp Rock 2. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2843639099918510294?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2843639099918510294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/top-10-songs-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2843639099918510294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2843639099918510294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/top-10-songs-poem.html' title='Top 10 Songs, a poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-7159575793262778606</id><published>2010-09-03T19:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:29:38.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer, a poem</title><content type='html'>You run to get the ball,&lt;br /&gt;You run faster and faster every step,&lt;br /&gt;You get the ball and head towards the goal,&lt;br /&gt;You shoot,&lt;br /&gt;And swish,&lt;br /&gt;It's in the goal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7159575793262778606?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7159575793262778606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/soccer-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7159575793262778606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7159575793262778606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/soccer-poem.html' title='Soccer, a poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-3146816412827745482</id><published>2010-09-02T18:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:59:12.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, a Hiaku</title><content type='html'>Drip, drop, plip, plop, plimp.&lt;br /&gt;Rain from the clouds and the trees,&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of Spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-3146816412827745482?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3146816412827745482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-hiaku.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3146816412827745482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3146816412827745482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain-hiaku.html' title='Rain, a Hiaku'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-3199105004928095128</id><published>2010-09-02T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:57:00.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, a summary of my summer</title><content type='html'>Well, since summer is basically over, I thought maybe you should know what I did. At first, everyone was really exited. So my friends and I, we played every day. But it wasn't much fun for me, 'cause on the last week of school, I broke my wrist. So i couldn't do much. But that didn't stop me from having fun, because it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water-proof cast&lt;/span&gt;. Then in July, we went to India, and you know all about that. Though, some of you don't know, is that after that we went to Paris. It was a lot of fun. We did the normal tourist-ey stuff. When we got back, my brother and I hung out with our friends every day. We also had some Indian parties, and long bike trips. And now, I'm writing something practically every day, and doing my math. My school starts in a couple of days, so there isn't much to do. There, that's my summer summar-y. Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-3199105004928095128?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3199105004928095128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-summary-of-my-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3199105004928095128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3199105004928095128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-summary-of-my-summer.html' title='Summer, a summary of my summer'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-2702647680555457739</id><published>2010-08-31T16:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:46:31.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreos, a Hiaku</title><content type='html'>Cream on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;And chocolate on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;Makes it taste so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2702647680555457739?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2702647680555457739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/oreos-hiaku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2702647680555457739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2702647680555457739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/oreos-hiaku.html' title='Oreos, a Hiaku'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-4859516207559114204</id><published>2010-08-30T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:02:50.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, a Poem</title><content type='html'>I think writing, is fun.&lt;br /&gt;I think art, is fun.&lt;br /&gt;I think reading is fun.&lt;br /&gt;I know, my friends are fun.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-4859516207559114204?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4859516207559114204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4859516207559114204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4859516207559114204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-poem.html' title='Fun, a Poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-3814929376271607892</id><published>2010-08-29T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:33:59.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Story, a Short Story/Poem</title><content type='html'>My sad story, is about summer ending, and school starting.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no sleepovers, parties, water-parks, and family trips.&lt;br /&gt;No play dates, no camps, and no three months, that are school free!&lt;br /&gt;There will be homework, 7:45 alarm, and classes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mom says "Finally! You will learn something!"&lt;br /&gt;I say "Ugg! I have been doing my Singapore Math. Why does summer have to end!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-3814929376271607892?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3814929376271607892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/sad-story-short-storypoem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3814929376271607892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3814929376271607892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/sad-story-short-storypoem.html' title='A Sad Story, a Short Story/Poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-2523458897612276366</id><published>2010-08-28T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:59:19.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar, a Poem</title><content type='html'>Grammar, is my least favorite subject,&lt;br /&gt;And my grammar book is not my favorite object,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to do it,&lt;br /&gt;Without a fit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2523458897612276366?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-8078048462037170075</id><published>2010-08-28T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:59:42.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feather, a one sentence Poem</title><content type='html'>A fluffy feather landed, then another feather came down too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-8078048462037170075?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8078048462037170075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/feather-one-sentance-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8078048462037170075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8078048462037170075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/feather-one-sentance-poem.html' title='Feather, a one sentence Poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-6741853028235977963</id><published>2010-08-26T19:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:10:16.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders, a Poem</title><content type='html'>Spiders scare me,&lt;br /&gt;They are creepy to see,&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Long Legs, and the one with the red stripes,&lt;br /&gt;And many more, all give me frights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6741853028235977963?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6741853028235977963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/spiders-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6741853028235977963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6741853028235977963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/spiders-poem.html' title='Spiders, a Poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-7387413751588714997</id><published>2010-08-25T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:05:54.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>97.5</title><content type='html'>97.5, is a radio station,&lt;br /&gt;Lansing's hit music station&lt;br /&gt;The music ...&lt;br /&gt;hip,&lt;br /&gt;rock,&lt;br /&gt;slow,&lt;br /&gt;fun,&lt;br /&gt;energetic,&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida,&lt;br /&gt;Tio Cruz,&lt;br /&gt;Lady GaGa,&lt;br /&gt;Eminem,&lt;br /&gt;Justin Bieber,&lt;br /&gt;Usher,&lt;br /&gt;Rihana,&lt;br /&gt;Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift...&lt;br /&gt;And many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There are really, a lot more!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7387413751588714997?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7387413751588714997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/975.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7387413751588714997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7387413751588714997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/975.html' title='97.5'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-1897995658320618954</id><published>2010-08-24T19:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:38:39.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite, a Poem</title><content type='html'>Orange,&lt;br /&gt;Is my favorite color,&lt;br /&gt;Club Can't Handle Me,&lt;br /&gt;Is my favorite song,&lt;br /&gt;Art,reading, and writing,&lt;br /&gt;Are my favorite hobbies,&lt;br /&gt;Q,&lt;br /&gt;Is my favorite letter,&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;Is my favorite number,&lt;br /&gt;My room,&lt;br /&gt;Is my favorite place to be,&lt;br /&gt;Spagettii,&lt;br /&gt;Is my favorite food,&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Am my favorite person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-1897995658320618954?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1897995658320618954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/favorite-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1897995658320618954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1897995658320618954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/favorite-poem.html' title='Favorite, a Poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-7390928710245401947</id><published>2010-08-23T19:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:41:26.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/55/115562673_03b7fceea6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/55/115562673_03b7fceea6_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like my cookie&lt;br /&gt;It is very good&lt;br /&gt;This cookie is mine&lt;br /&gt;Not yours&lt;br /&gt;Crunch&lt;br /&gt;Yum&lt;br /&gt;Crumble&lt;br /&gt;Munch&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Swallow,&lt;br /&gt;Are the sound's,&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;br /&gt;And my&lt;br /&gt;Yummy,&lt;br /&gt;Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As you can see, I like cookies)&lt;br /&gt;(P.S., my favorites are oatmeal raisin, and chocolate chip cookie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Chocolate Chip Cookie photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roboppy/"&gt;roboppy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/8713348448421218085-7390928710245401947?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7390928710245401947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-cookie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Great friends are nice&lt;br /&gt;Great friends are sweet&lt;br /&gt;They stick together,&lt;br /&gt;Like glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great friends laugh at you,&lt;br /&gt;Whether funny or not,&lt;br /&gt;They encourage you,&lt;br /&gt;Like a President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great friends invite you places,&lt;br /&gt;Parties, sleepovers, and more&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when you are around,&lt;br /&gt;Like great friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6961582470115837820?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6961582470115837820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-friends-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Just for me, &lt;br /&gt;Every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New things are creative! &lt;br /&gt;Like my new clay,&lt;br /&gt;52 different colors,&lt;br /&gt;So many sculptures to make&lt;br /&gt;Every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New things are inspirational!&lt;br /&gt;Like my new book,&lt;br /&gt;Lots of pages and words,&lt;br /&gt;help me write,&lt;br /&gt;Every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New things are fun!&lt;br /&gt;Like my new game Twister&lt;br /&gt;I get all tangled up,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New things are music to your ears! &lt;br /&gt;Like my new radio,&lt;br /&gt;and it's a clock,&lt;br /&gt;I listen to 97.5,&lt;br /&gt;Every day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-8130542025047846030?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-8129074349173873478</id><published>2010-08-20T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:23:13.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Little Chefs</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago, I had a sleepover with two of my friends. I don't want to use names, so I will name them MS and ND. ND and I slept at MS's house, and it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives near a lake, but we call it the beach. So MS and ND came to my house first, and we went on a bike ride. Then somehow, we ended up in MS's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked her dog, named Pogo, to the beach. We found a tennis ball, and we threw it into the lake, and watched Pogo swim and get the ball. It was very funny. Sometimes you could only see the tip of Pogo's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home, and decided to make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you, that MS's mom was in New York for some job thingi, her dad was at work, and her grandpa, couldn't help with dinner, so dinner was up to us! We saw what we had, and looked up some easy recipes, with chicken and penne pasta, what could three 11 year olds cook, for 5 people!? So then we just gave up on finding recipes online, 'cause all we found was, like really hard things. So we thought we should just mess around, and see what we can do. Oh, and we also found lasagna noodles too. So we took two fat, pieces of frozen chicken, and made the most exotic marinade EVER!!! We put BBQ sauce, some honey, cinnamon, sugar, salt, pepper, bazil, some Italian salad dressing, a pinch of hot sauce, and cumin! Then we had "stations" for the food. MS, was in charge of the chicken, and the oven, ND, was in charge of the pasta, and I was in charge of the pasta sauce.  We heated the oven to 350 degrease, and put the chicken in it. ND made sure the pasta was cooked good, and that it wasn't raw.  I read the directions on how to cook the sauce, and it said pour in bowl, heat on stove, stir occasionally. So every 2 minutes, I would stir the sauce. In the mean time, MS, made a veggi. platter, with carrots, cucumber, some random beans, and ranch dressing. We also made a special surprise dessert. It was chocolate covered banana's. MS sliced the one banana , and we poured a little Hershey's Chocolate Syrup into a small bowl, and covered the banana's, then we set them on a tray, and put them in the freezer. Then ND poured the pasta into the strainer, and we cut the lasagna into weird shapes. Then MS checked on the chicken. It was going good. We checked on the chocolate covered bananas, but they weren’t frozen yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her dad came back from work, and he looked at the chicken, and took a knife, a stabbed it, to check if it was cooked, it wasn't cooked fully, so we walked to the beach, and then we went for a bike ride, and went to our old school, Hiawatha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back home, and set the table. We drank strawberry lemonade. Then we quickly cut the chicken into small pieces, and mixed it in with the pasta. Then we ate, and ate, and ate, and ate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the beach, then we came to eat our chocolate covered banana's. We thought that the chocolate would be frozen, but the banana was frozen instead, and think it tasted better that way. Then we watched When in Rome. It was a funny movie. After that, we watched 50 First Dates, and painted our nails at the same time. The movie was funny, and my nails look great. After that, we talked in bed, then we fell asleep. We fell asleep pretty early for our sleepovers! We slept at 2, normally we sleep at 4, or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we woke up at 11, and we had to make breakfast. So we made English muffins, with sweet mango jam. We only had one egg, so we made waffles, small, waffles. Then it was time for me to go home. So I took my bike and went home. I had a great time at that sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;(The main reason for this post was to show that MS, ND, and I are three little chefs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-8129074349173873478?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8129074349173873478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/three-little-chefs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8129074349173873478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8129074349173873478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;However,it will take a bit more time&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm a very big fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you start,&lt;br /&gt;And go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;Poems are a different type of art,&lt;br /&gt;That, I hope you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there is nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've reached the end,&lt;br /&gt;Start "something" new,&lt;br /&gt;That's the clue I'm trying to send!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-387360625217030604?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/387360625217030604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/poems-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Playing with my friends for hours,&lt;br /&gt;This is all very fun,&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see,&lt;br /&gt;These are all happy things to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-427581152251543589?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/427581152251543589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-things-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/427581152251543589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/427581152251543589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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On our flight to come to Buhbaneswar, we stoped at New Delih. It was from Nagpur, to New Delih, from New Delih, to Buhbaneswar.&lt;br /&gt;The flights were short, and for the first time, I slept on a plane!!!! Yay! In New Delih, we saw a small eating cafe thingi, so we ate some pasta, and my mom drank a sugar-free late, I think. We  almost missed our flight. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;When we landed in Buhbaneswar, it started to rain. We took a taxie-ish thing to the place where my grandparents live. I for got what we did once we got there.&lt;br /&gt;Here, there is something in the air that makes you want to sleep. So, most of the time we just sleep, eat, watch T.V., and play cards, or just talk. You could read too. Oh, and play on the computer, but the internet here isn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago, we went to see some caves. They we pretty cool. I fed monkeys too!! They were sooo cute, aspecialy the baby ones. I ate penuts. They were tasty penuts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i almost forgot, my brother and I watched the World Cup! But I fell asleep, so I didn't see the goal that Spain made, or the big end final thing.&lt;br /&gt;Every night we go to thins big market, and buy some things for my grandpa, like a sauce pan, and cups. We still haven't got the sauce pan yet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, my mom and I went to a parlor right across the street, and I got my nails done! they look pretty now! My mom is going today for a facial, or something. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically what has happened so far, I'm enjoying India!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-4167419239766966229?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4167419239766966229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/07/journal-entry-3-july-17-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4167419239766966229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4167419239766966229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/07/journal-entry-3-july-17-2010.html' title='Journal entry #3, July 17, 2010'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-8038027265436944128</id><published>2010-07-10T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:46:02.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat, a hiaku, with one glich</title><content type='html'>Sticky, icky, ew!&lt;br /&gt;I wipe it off, and it trick-&lt;br /&gt;les, right back again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-8038027265436944128?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8038027265436944128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweat-hiaku-with-one-glich.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8038027265436944128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8038027265436944128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweat-hiaku-with-one-glich.html' title='Sweat, a hiaku, with one glich'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-8452355993145296954</id><published>2010-07-06T06:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:46:43.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal entry #2,June 6, 2010</title><content type='html'>The last time I came to the &lt;em&gt;Computer Cafe&lt;/em&gt;, I told you about the flight, the airports, food, grandparents, and got you caught up with what happened then.&lt;br /&gt;Now, since June 2nd, I've done alot. The day after I came to the cafe last, we woke up at 4:00! We talked... and once-in-a-while, I would hit my brother with a pillow. That day my mom, my brother, and I went to an Indian mall. When we got there, every stor and shop was closed, exept for the food court. So we went to this indian dress store across the street, called &lt;em&gt;Roopum&lt;/em&gt;. In there, you get to pick what kind of dress you want, then you pick any fabric, out of hundreds! I don't have any Indian dresses at home, so I bought two Indian dresses, the one with the tight pants, and one with the puffy pants. (I don't know the name of them, I forgot.) I took a long time picking what designs and what fabrics. My brother was bored to death, he said he was thinking, "Hurry up, pick something! It dosen't matter!" I ended up picking a pink dress with a gold diamond design on the bottom for the one with the puffy pants, and a creamy color dress with blue flowers on it for the one with the tight pants. A tailor came and measured a bunch of stuff, then we paid, and left. I was very happy. I'm exited now, because the dresses are coming tomorrow! Yay! Then we went back to the mall, and my brother bought a shirt, from a store named &lt;em&gt;Globus. &lt;/em&gt;It was white, with a pair of black head-phones on them. The inside of the head phones was colored with the colors of the rainbow. It looks pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;We got really hungry, so we went to the food court. We ate at a chinese place. Me and my brother ordered sweet corn soup, and pan-fried noodles to share. My mom got haka noodles. The haka noodles came first, It was really good, but there was only one prolem... IT WAS HUGE!!! Then the soup came, it was filled till the brim, though it was sooo good! Then the pan-fried noodles came. It was BIGGER, HOTTER, AND IT WAS SOOO &lt;strong&gt;SPICEY!!&lt;/strong&gt; When my mom cooks, and she puts one chilli, my mouth burns, but in the noodls, they put... three chillis!That time, my mouth didn't burn, it died! I managed to make my brother eat it, I just slowley sipped my soup, and ate my moms noodles. Then, we left and went home. Thats all I remember from that day.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to a bunch of temples, and saw a bunch of villages. There were some markets along the way, so I bought some &lt;em&gt;rangoli, &lt;/em&gt;or colored powder. You make pictures with it on the ground. I got some stencles for the powder too. I also got a key holder, but I'm going to use it as an earring holder. It's in the shape of two palm trees. The temples were pretty neat, but by lunch, my brother and I were very bored, and tired. Thats when I started taking pictures, which i will start putting on my blog soon. When we got back, we slept, and ate.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a day for relaxing. We slept, and I finally got out of my jet-lag. We watched T.V., and I met with my friend. We played the whole day, well, most of it, because it started to rain. At around 6:00ish, my brother and I went to play soccer, or, football here,with some of our other friends. I made two goals, but the other team one, cause they had my brolther on their team. (My brother is on TNT.) Then we played hide-and-seek. It was alot of fun! Then we had to go back home. We ate then we slept. Thats all that happened so far. I'll keep on posting about India. I'm having a wonderful time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-8452355993145296954?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8452355993145296954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/07/journal-entry-2june-6-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8452355993145296954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8452355993145296954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/07/journal-entry-2june-6-2010.html' title='Journal entry #2,June 6, 2010'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-8481500228209447504</id><published>2010-07-02T08:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:53:43.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal entry #1, July 2, 2010</title><content type='html'>To those reading my blog in the U.S., I am very far from you, but those on the other side of the world, I am very close to you. I'm on vacation... in India! So I'm going to write journal entry, and post it on my blog. Well onr thing you should know, is that airplanes aren't my favorite things. For me packing was easy. In my carry- on, I put three books, my journal, &lt;em&gt;my Spool Knit Jewelery Kit&lt;/em&gt;, my iTouch, earrings(I can't live without them, I'm known for my awesome earrings.), necklaces, chapstick, a pen, my DSi, and my stuffed unicorn, Hearts. And my actual packing was easy too. My friends and I went on a big shopping spree a couple days before I left, so that took care of everything. We drove to the airport on June 29th, and my mom and dad did a bunch of stuff, like boarding passes. Then we went through security, and we had to say good-bye to my dad. We walked through an archway, which beeps when something bad is in your pants. Ha ha ha. We also took our shoes off, and put our bags in a bin. We collected our "gear", and went and got something to eat. My brother and I ate california rolls, and my mom ate veggi-suishi. Then my brother ate a burger, and I ate a slice of pie. Once we were done, we went to board the plane. The flight was from here to Amsterdam. We sat in our seats, and my brother put the carry- on in the cubby above us. Let's say the "blank" is somerandom persom. So we sat like, "Blank, my brother, the isle, my mom, me, blank, blank." On the plane I watched Alice in Wondeland, though I had already seen it before. When the plane landed, we found somewhere to eat our brakefast. My brother and I both, ate a cinnimon role, and milk. In Amsterdam, milk, is spelled"melk". I forgot what my mom ate. We went and boarded the plane after that. My brother is a pro. when it comes to sleeping on a plane. He closses his eyes, and he falls asleep. I, on the other hand, can not sleep on a plane. however hard I try. So from Amsterdam to Bombay, or Mumbai, I tryed to sleep. When we landed, we got our bags, and looked for my uncle and aunts driver. He drove us to the appartment. It was about 12:00 AM, and my brother and I were starving, so we ate milk and cereal, with some banana. Then we went to sleep. The next day, we ere leaving for Nagpur, which is where my moms parents live. we ate brakefast, and watched T.V. When it was time for lunch, we ate indian food. Then, it was time to go to the airport, &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; The flight was only 1 hour, so I could last. I listned to my music, and slept, or just closed my eyes. We went to get out bags, and then looked for my grandma. Its been two years since I last came here, and I grew taller than her, amd my brother is as tall as my dad, so he is frekeshly taller than her too. We drove to her house, and slept, ate, and then geuse what? We slept! now you are bacically caught up with what has happned so far, because we came to Nagpur yesterday. well now I'm in a &lt;em&gt;Computer Cafe&lt;/em&gt;, where I can get internet signal. I'll keep you updated as much as I can. Im having a great time so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-8481500228209447504?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8481500228209447504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/07/journle-entry-1-july-2-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8481500228209447504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8481500228209447504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/07/journle-entry-1-july-2-2010.html' title='Journal entry #1, July 2, 2010'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-2228818554774667303</id><published>2010-06-23T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:04:58.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks</title><content type='html'>I sit in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Ducks swim in the red water&lt;br /&gt;Ew! They also poop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2228818554774667303?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2228818554774667303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/06/ducks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2228818554774667303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2228818554774667303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/06/ducks.html' title='Ducks'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-8717733255714192778</id><published>2010-06-05T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:13:59.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color of feelings</title><content type='html'>Some years back, I wrote this poem. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the anger when my brother troubles me&lt;br /&gt;Black is the tiredness when I come back from soccer&lt;br /&gt;Blue is the sadness when I get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Pink is the happiness when my mom gives me a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-8717733255714192778?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8717733255714192778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/06/color-of-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8717733255714192778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/8717733255714192778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/06/color-of-feelings.html' title='Color of feelings'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-6133488947751874207</id><published>2010-05-20T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:17:14.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ever ending greenness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nimals roam every where,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;all trees dance in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nder water, coral reefs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ain comes drizzling down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything in nature, feels just right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6133488947751874207?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6133488947751874207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/05/nature.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6133488947751874207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6133488947751874207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/05/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-3555021750510766648</id><published>2010-05-20T19:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:01:02.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ncredible beats of sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ever ending traffic jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ust from roads flying every where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n monsoon weather, water goes up to your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mazing amounts of coconuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-3555021750510766648?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3555021750510766648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/05/india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3555021750510766648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3555021750510766648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/05/india.html' title='India'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-1708639513020720182</id><published>2010-05-19T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:01:21.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shreya, a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;uper loud and talkative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;appiest person I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;epresented by her writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ntertaining in many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;es, she loves teal and earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; real drama queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-1708639513020720182?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1708639513020720182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/05/shreya-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1708639513020720182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1708639513020720182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/05/shreya-poem.html' title='Shreya, a poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-8981776633086984453</id><published>2010-05-02T12:13:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:34:43.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My day at Splash Village</title><content type='html'>On May 1st, me and my Girl Scout troop (Troop 84), went to Splash Village for 1 whole day! Splash Village is in Frankenmuth, Michigan, about an hour away from Okemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the whole troop met at our school,(Hiawatha). We decided which parent, or "guardian", will take who in their car. Me, my BFF, and three other girls went in the same car. We took pictures with my DSi, played Truth or Dare, and watched Shrek the Third. It was very amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Splash Village, I found out it was a hotel, not just a water park! From the left side of the hotel, a light blue water slide, and a turquoise water slide popped out of the building! When we went in side, the lobby was so "nature" like. There was a big, fake oak tree, with a fireplace at the bottom. Above the entrance door, there were flowers, and a 5 foot dragonfly! Some of the chairs were soft and fuzzy mushrooms! Before we went in to the park, we put on our swimsuits, took out our goggles, and a towel. Then we opened the door to the water park, and it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two pools, one on the left, and one on the right. In the middle there was a mini racetrack thing filled with water. It is called the "Lazy River". All you do is take a tube, sit, relax, and let the water push you along. In the "Lazy River", there are also many places where either water is getting dumped on you, or water is getting squirted on you. I flipped over many times. Then there was a castle thing, that leads to an indoor slide. On the castle, there was a HUGE bucket of water! Every fifteen minutes, the bucket would fill up, and it would tip fully, dropping gallons and gallons of water! It makes a big splash, soaking every one! In the right pool, there are swings for little kids, a teeter-totter, and a small purple slide. In the left pool, there is a big floating frog and a big floating turtle. You have to try to get on. There is also a place where you can play basketball in the water! I enjoyed these big lily pads, going from one end of the pool, to the other. You had to jump from lily pad to lily pad, and try to get to the other side. I fell many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water slides were the best part!! The turquoise slide was my personal favorite. It was really fast, and it had very sharp turns! But on the blue slide, there was a big drop that you would never expect, because in the slide, it is pitch black! The line for the slides was really long, and high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:30, we ate lunch. I ordered chicken ceasre salad, and chicken fingers. It was very yummy, and very very filling! Then every one went into the "Lazy River", even the moms! Then we went into the hot tub. It was surrounded by two gigantic mushrooms. I went in the slides again, this time the line was much shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by after lunch. We got out of the water at around 7:30. By 8:00, we had all taken showers, and gotten dressed to eat dinner. We ate at a very fancy place called Zendors. They served the dinner on big china dishes, and put those fancy dome thingies on the plate. I ate honey roasted chicken, corn, and mashed potatoes. It was even better that lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we roamed around, and went to this really low priced candy shop. Our troop leader said we could get anything up to $1.00. I bought a mango peach lollypop, a cherry cola candy stick, a peach candy stick, and a pineapple candy stick. Then we took pictures, and ate our candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, sadly, it was time to go. On the way back, we watched Ferris Buellers Day Off. It is a really funny movie. At about 9:10, we reached Hiawatha, and my mom came to pick me up. May 1st was a really fun day. Going to the water park for 12 hours! 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FuFu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2547/4011378891_7dd40b35b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 167px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2547/4011378891_7dd40b35b2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little bunny FuFu hopped into the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu, ate some pie.&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu says hello!&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu says good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu hopped into the night,&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu met Fairy Fawn!&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu found some carrots,&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu says they're gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu hopped out of the forest,&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu likes to run.&lt;br /&gt;Little bunny FuFu likes the color purple,&lt;br 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/&gt;And the teeny tiny piglets start to poo,&lt;br /&gt;The dog goes woof-woof,&lt;br /&gt;Raising up the roof&lt;br /&gt;Of the red barn house!&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/8713348448421218085-6442653274367942167?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6442653274367942167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/04/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6442653274367942167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6442653274367942167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center" bgcolor="#aaaaff" valign="top" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 238, 255);" align="center" valign="top" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Long socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Raspberry &amp;amp; apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wet seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DEB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Filled doughnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dark colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 255);" align="center" valign="top" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Justice store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Puffy shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Peppy stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanilla ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue pens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-1676012154267666878?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1676012154267666878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every girl has got to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some balm or some gloss&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, then you&lt;br /&gt;Probably use BBQ sauce!&lt;br /&gt;It comes in flavors with yummy tastes&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons why it never goes to waist!&lt;br /&gt;Around them, girls are jumpy, not calm.&lt;br /&gt;I think every girl should own&lt;br /&gt;Some gloss, or some balm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Personally, i don't care)&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/8713348448421218085-5230576487786785449?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5230576487786785449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have read many adventures,&lt;br /&gt;About crazy dentures,&lt;br /&gt;But no one swallows them,&lt;br /&gt;Because they think it's a gem&lt;br /&gt;Very funny you say?&lt;br /&gt;But you and i will get dentures someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8713348448421218085-762589674711771508?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/762589674711771508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/03/dentures-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7813056672791325583?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7813056672791325583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-ice-cream-haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7813056672791325583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7813056672791325583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-ice-cream-haiku.html' title='Why Ice Cream? a Haiku'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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center;"&gt;My dad said he had an apple&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the red kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe the color green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was a silver computer!&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/8713348448421218085-3279177759188500117?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3279177759188500117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/02/apple-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3279177759188500117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Here is the syllable pattern I followed:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5,7,5, 7,5,7, 5,7,5, 7,5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a Thing to Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A long Haikuish piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkUCJ94_FHw/S24YXGDfNbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2qmypTzBBs8/s1600-h/shreya-hat-drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkUCJ94_FHw/S24YXGDfNbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2qmypTzBBs8/s200/shreya-hat-drawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435308585324066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a lady&lt;br /&gt;In a blue, shimmery hat&lt;br /&gt;Who is very mean&lt;br /&gt;She has a wart on her cheek&lt;br /&gt;And curly brown hair&lt;br /&gt;A swishy silk blue, green dress&lt;br /&gt;Whose bracelets make noise&lt;br /&gt;Do I think of her to much?&lt;br /&gt;There's a thing to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah! She is the only la-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-dy in the blue hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illustration "Lady in blue hat" by me (Shreya Mishra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6322816262556932005?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6322816262556932005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/02/theses-thing-to-her-long-haikuish-piece.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6322816262556932005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6322816262556932005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/02/theses-thing-to-her-long-haikuish-piece.html' title='There&apos;s a Thing to Her, a long Haikuish piece'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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/_OkUCJ94_FHw/S24YXGDfNbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2qmypTzBBs8/s72-c/shreya-hat-drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-17862451777893414</id><published>2010-01-23T16:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:45:59.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T.V. a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dclips.fundraw.com/thumbdir/liftarn_Smashed_TV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="http://dclips.fundraw.com/thumbdir/liftarn_Smashed_TV.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wizz, wizz, the signal is off&lt;br /&gt;My show was just here, but now, it's gone!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha! My brother began to scoff&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha! I said, as Disney turned on&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/8713348448421218085-17862451777893414?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/17862451777893414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/17862451777893414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/17862451777893414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv-poem.html' title='T.V. a poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-7758035019068225045</id><published>2010-01-12T19:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:42:42.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Sci-Po</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0f/Rainbow_snowflake_alt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0f/Rainbow_snowflake_alt.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A scientist can make&lt;br /&gt;A real snowflake&lt;br /&gt;We all think that all snowflakes have six sides&lt;br /&gt;But then many with three, was what he eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0f/Rainbow_snowflake_alt.png"&gt;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0f/Rainbow_snowflake_alt.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/8713348448421218085-7758035019068225045?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7758035019068225045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-sci-po.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7758035019068225045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7758035019068225045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-sci-po.html' title='Brand New Sci-Po'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-7150974119621138716</id><published>2010-01-03T18:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:14:41.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Nemo, the Sea-quel</title><content type='html'>Over the break, my family and I made another movie. This movie is the seaquel to Disney/ Pixar movie, Finding Nemo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Finding Nemo, the Sea-quel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rated: PG 13&lt;br /&gt;Parental Guidance Highly Recommended &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7V8ZUwiihQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7V8ZUwiihQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7150974119621138716?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7150974119621138716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-nemo-sea-quel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7150974119621138716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7150974119621138716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-nemo-sea-quel.html' title='Finding Nemo, the Sea-quel'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-965538295602357436</id><published>2009-12-29T13:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:32:44.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, a Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/1264936124_6c28d80c36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 267px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/1264936124_6c28d80c36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bats and Brews are for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Cupid is for a Valentines scene&lt;br /&gt;Fire works are for Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;Also in the New Year Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of December 31&lt;br /&gt;We stay up late having fun&lt;br /&gt;We all watch the big ball drop&lt;br /&gt;And 2010 will start from the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Picture from Flickr by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mauricedb/" title="Link to ** Maurice **'s photostream" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;** Maurice **&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&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/8713348448421218085-965538295602357436?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/965538295602357436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-poem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/965538295602357436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/965538295602357436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-poem.html' title='New Year, a Poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/1264936124_6c28d80c36_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-537155606417164167</id><published>2009-12-23T18:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:04:11.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Funky Videos</title><content type='html'>One day my friends and I made a stop-motion video of our names. Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTkhuEfTAnk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TTkhuEfTAnk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey year my family and I make a New Years video. This is for 2010. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjS3wJECUoA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjS3wJECUoA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and yo, ho ho ho, Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-537155606417164167?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/537155606417164167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-funky-videos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/537155606417164167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/537155606417164167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-funky-videos.html' title='Some Funky Videos'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-1502559751732911976</id><published>2009-12-14T17:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:50:05.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter, a Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fluffy, white, cold snow&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, Santa, presents too&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes are racing&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/8713348448421218085-1502559751732911976?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1502559751732911976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-haiku.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1502559751732911976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1502559751732911976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-haiku.html' title='Winter, a Haiku'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-4881016617056176597</id><published>2009-12-05T18:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:50:40.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Riddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/504443770_b0f7743d87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/504443770_b0f7743d87.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, my brother Soham, and I were having some fun and we decided to make some funny riddles about places in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Where do all people sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lansing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where is the most bloody creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Battle Creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where do wild animals live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kalamazoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Q:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where is all the soda made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Minnisoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where does Usain Bolt want to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grand Rapids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Which state cleans a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Q: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;city is the best at subtraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Des Minus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Which state just got a new tee-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Q:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Which state watches the most tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Tennisee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Where are all the lawns kept nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lawndone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;image from: http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/504443770_b0f7743d87.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-4881016617056176597?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4881016617056176597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-riddles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4881016617056176597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.eyehook.com/free/img/thanksgiving.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 196px;" src="http://www.eyehook.com/free/img/thanksgiving.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;urkey is ready, cooked just right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ave no fear, take a big bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll together here, family &amp;amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o one’s alone, the fun never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ettlecorn and other snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ipping n munching to the max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;athered here by the warm flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; sit with my friends, playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ivid memories of past celebrations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t it time to close the jubilations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow as we clean up the mess, we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;iving thanks is what we do today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image from: &lt;a href="http://www.eyehook.com/free/holidays.html"&gt;http://www.eyehook.com/free/holidays.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-7665092665408112682?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7665092665408112682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-dinner-acrostic-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7665092665408112682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/7665092665408112682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shizzle, whizzle, put it in the pan&lt;br /&gt;Pour the tomato sauce from the can&lt;br /&gt;Grill, saute, boil and toast&lt;br /&gt;But why has she never made pot roast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Image from http://www.simsbury.k12.ct.us/&lt;/span&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/8713348448421218085-7299787149637528638?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7299787149637528638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mom-and-her-cooking-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;But not the one that's a wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sci-Po based on the news story: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=the-pigeon-as-art-critic"&gt;The Pigeon as Art Critic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2676620822480650501?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2676620822480650501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-sci-po.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2676620822480650501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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125px; height: 131px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:pBdcArAXthH_EM:http://www.acsd.k12.sc.us/jcce/Clipart/bus.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big yellow dinosaur is rumblin down the street&lt;br /&gt;It is the color of the source of heat&lt;br /&gt;I hop on and go to school&lt;br /&gt;The big yellow dinosaur is totally cool!&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/8713348448421218085-9051922329051196455?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/9051922329051196455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-yellow-dinosaur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/2865312912_96fbcb3f2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 144px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/2865312912_96fbcb3f2b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween Midnight, Its scary&lt;br /&gt;So very eerie,&lt;br /&gt;Bats fly, encircling, coming out of there cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Halloween,&lt;br /&gt;everybody join our spooky scene&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes&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/8713348448421218085-3351625585923236117?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3351625585923236117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-2362609976525247440</id><published>2009-10-25T16:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:10:17.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more Sci-Po</title><content type='html'>Evidence is found&lt;br /&gt;of animals that move to sound&lt;br /&gt;You think birds just prance&lt;br /&gt;But they really dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=bird-moves-dancing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bird Moves: Dancing with the Starlings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2362609976525247440?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-2927613945401998214</id><published>2009-10-17T17:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:00:39.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali, a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys, stop all the fights&lt;br /&gt;Today is Diwali the festival of lights&lt;br /&gt;So put on your sandals&lt;br /&gt;And go light some candles&lt;br /&gt;Dang!&lt;br /&gt;Look at all those fireworks go bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://punya.educ.msu.edu/diwali/"&gt;Here is a link to a family Diwali card&lt;/a&gt; (be sure to click on the sky above the Taj Mahal for some cool fireworks).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2927613945401998214?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2927613945401998214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2927613945401998214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2927613945401998214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-poem.html' title='Diwali, a poem'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-2330544980287165405</id><published>2009-10-10T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:01:06.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sci-Po</title><content type='html'>One more scientific poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangers stood in shock&lt;br /&gt;When searching for a croc&lt;br /&gt;Found many piles&lt;br /&gt;Of dead crocodiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;What is killing South African Crocs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=what-is-killing-crocs"&gt;http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=what-is-killing-crocs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2330544980287165405?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2330544980287165405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-sci-po.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2330544980287165405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2330544980287165405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-sci-po.html' title='New Sci-Po'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-4620609367164089001</id><published>2009-10-03T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:58:07.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dino eggs found in India</title><content type='html'>I had to do an extra credit project for my science class again, so I wrote a poem about it (again).&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my dad helped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archeologists in India, blinked&lt;br /&gt;When they saw things that they thought were extinct&lt;br /&gt;In the Indian state of Tamil Nadu&lt;br /&gt;They found dino eggs, bones, and guess what, they found dino poo!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the story:&lt;a href="http://in.reuters.com/article/scienceNews/idINTRE5911MV20091002"&gt; Cluster of dinosaur eggs found in southern India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-4620609367164089001?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4620609367164089001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/10/dino-eggs-found-un-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4620609367164089001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4620609367164089001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/10/dino-eggs-found-un-india.html' title='Dino eggs found in India'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-2642250670854601404</id><published>2009-09-27T13:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:26:18.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Whales and living worms, a limerick</title><content type='html'>I had to do an extra credit project for my science class, so I wrote a poem about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem, not a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;Its about scientists who set sail&lt;br /&gt;To find a worm&lt;br /&gt;That loves to squirm&lt;br /&gt;It lives, you won't believe it, inside a dead whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is the original story on the Scientific American website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/blog/60-second-science/post.cfm?id=new-worm-species-found-in-unusual-h-2009-09-25"&gt;New worm species found in unusual habitat: dead whale carcasses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-2642250670854601404?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2642250670854601404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/daed-whales-and-living-worms-limerick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2642250670854601404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2642250670854601404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/daed-whales-and-living-worms-limerick.html' title='Dead Whales and living worms, a limerick'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-6217191814406426121</id><published>2009-09-16T19:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:34:41.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My sad sad poems</title><content type='html'>I was feeling sad because none of my friends were at home, so my dad and I wrote these poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha-at said Shreya&lt;br /&gt;Dragging out her syllables&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreya wrote a sad poem&lt;br /&gt;Made her dad feel pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's very very fun!&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastically I moaned.&lt;br /&gt;What time is dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a different thing all togather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl named Shakey&lt;br /&gt;Who never wants to wakey&lt;br /&gt;She fell off her bed&lt;br /&gt;Darn it she said&lt;br /&gt;Now tomorrow I'll be all achey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6217191814406426121?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6217191814406426121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sad-sad-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-3890726153481633129?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3890726153481633129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/pancakes-hiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3890726153481633129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3890726153481633129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/09/pancakes-hiku.html' title='Pancakes, a haiku'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-3030799876783214211</id><published>2009-08-31T21:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:32:52.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom, a cinquane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1103/1173630970_4f4d3f322f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 146px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1103/1173630970_4f4d3f322f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To me freedom is jumping on my bed&lt;br /&gt;And eating a slice of chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;Also reading as long as I want&lt;br /&gt;Maybe watch  TV for some time&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is definitely is all of these things and much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Image from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/progoddess/" title="Link to rachel is coconut&amp;amp;lime's photostream" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;rachel is coconut&amp;amp;lime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8713348448421218085-3030799876783214211?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3030799876783214211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom-cinquane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3030799876783214211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/3030799876783214211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom-cinquane.html' title='Freedom, a cinquane'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1103/1173630970_4f4d3f322f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-6456619252993353476</id><published>2009-08-19T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:53:05.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons, a clerihew</title><content type='html'>Summer, fall, winter, spring&lt;br /&gt;Each year this is what it will bring&lt;br /&gt;Snowballs,leaves, rain and sun&lt;br /&gt;All four seasons have much fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-6456619252993353476?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6456619252993353476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/seasonsa-clerihew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6456619252993353476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/6456619252993353476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/seasonsa-clerihew.html' title='Seasons, a clerihew'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-5414403759551156798</id><published>2009-08-15T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:15:14.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, a limerick</title><content type='html'>Letters, words all in a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Open one and read and look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adventure and crimes in all these pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you think the author has taken tons of ages?&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/8713348448421218085-5414403759551156798?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5414403759551156798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/books-limerick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/5414403759551156798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/5414403759551156798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/books-limerick.html' title='Books, a limerick'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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-8713348448421218085.post-4911126308267536266</id><published>2009-08-07T22:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:22:34.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt'n Pepa in Santa Fe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2190638483_18613e1aa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2190638483_18613e1aa8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Squigles-squagles, pinchley pooh&lt;br /&gt;Slip'n sliding on my shoe&lt;br /&gt;Dimpo-doby dorkly dake&lt;br /&gt;Gently eat the slice of cake&lt;br /&gt;Shickly-bumbly rabbity-red&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, tucked in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Photo: Worms by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71502646@N00/" title="Link to photobunny's photostream" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;photobunny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8713348448421218085-4911126308267536266?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4911126308267536266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/saltn-pepa-in-santa-fe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4911126308267536266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4911126308267536266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/saltn-pepa-in-santa-fe.html' title='Salt&apos;n Pepa in Santa Fe'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2230/2190638483_18613e1aa8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-683040738050583387</id><published>2009-08-02T10:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:42:03.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/3773981666_51397ec6e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 233px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/3773981666_51397ec6e1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me times 3! Is that great or what! The other day my dad wanted to do this. Mine was the first one we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more triples &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/punyamishra/sets/72157621775417691/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and double &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/punyamishra/sets/72157621792401649/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/8713348448421218085-683040738050583387?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/683040738050583387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/683040738050583387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/683040738050583387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-of-me.html' title='Three of me!'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2542/3773981666_51397ec6e1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-333434561631453554</id><published>2009-08-02T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:29:46.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothfairy, a clerihew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/3058972390_01ab6f28c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 219px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/3058972390_01ab6f28c3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She takes your tooth and gives you money&lt;br /&gt;Do you think shes nice and funny?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she was meant to steal&lt;br /&gt;But then I found out she wasn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Image by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31733144@N04/" title="Link to wakefielddavid's photostream" rel="dc:creator cc:attributionURL"&gt;&lt;b property="foaf:name"&gt;wakefielddavid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/8713348448421218085-333434561631453554?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/333434561631453554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/toothfairy-clerihew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/333434561631453554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/333434561631453554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/toothfairy-clerihew.html' title='Toothfairy, a clerihew'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/3058972390_01ab6f28c3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-1272887726903770406</id><published>2009-08-01T16:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:30:58.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obtuse can be Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Triangle Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/113/272393590_45b3791be4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/113/272393590_45b3791be4_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nothingpersonal/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a time, in a town called Shapetown lived many shapes like squares, circles, rectangles, hexagons and triangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this town there was a high school called Triangletech where only triangles could go. One of the students in this school was named Bob. Bob was an obtuse triangle. Bob was clueless and funny. Bob really liked an acute triangle named Cutie. Cutie was cute, smart, nice, beautiful, outgoing and intelligent. Bob wanted to be friends with Cutie. But Bot the evil right triangle would not let him talk to her. Bot was a smart, mean, greedy and selfish triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob knew that Cutie liked to be friends with smart triangles. But Bob knew he was nothing close to smart. Every time the teacher asked a question Bot’s hand would shoot up right away, but Bob was the total opposite! He never knew the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the teacher said that if you don’t raise your hand to answer the question, you will get a zero for a grade! So after school Bot told  Bob he was definitely going to get a zero because Bob was obtuse and Bot was always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob had to do something so Cutie would see that he was also smart. When he got home he went and studied but he just could not understand anything. It was too confusing. It took him hours but finally…he got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the teacher asked a question and Bot’s hand was not up! He had not studied because he thought he knew all the answers. But Bob had raised his hand! It was phenomenal. The whole class gasped. Bob noticed that Cutie turned around in disbelief. But Bob had problems of his own. He thought that if the teacher called on him and he got it wrong Cutie would never be his friend, and that would be terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, Mrs. Equilateral, called on Bob. Bob stood up and walked way off 90-degrees to the front of the class. He said what he thought the answer was, and was astonished that it was correct. The class gave an even bigger gasp. Cutie smiled an acute smile. Bot, the right triangle, tilted a little, because he was no longer right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture of triangle thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nothingpersonal/"&gt;Sphinx The Geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8713348448421218085-1272887726903770406?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1272887726903770406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/obtuse-can-be-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1272887726903770406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/1272887726903770406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/obtuse-can-be-right.html' title='Obtuse can be Right'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/113/272393590_45b3791be4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-2191699879828461224</id><published>2009-08-01T15:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:25:26.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microscope Fun</title><content type='html'>This afternoon my brother and I got a microscope and took all these pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkUCJ94_FHw/SnScJy9odaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RQ0DOEW0Z98/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkUCJ94_FHw/SnScJy9odaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RQ0DOEW0Z98/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365084748218135970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a dead lady bug  magnified 10 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkUCJ94_FHw/SnSdQIS8-fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/youDsQO3F2s/s1600-h/Untitled+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkUCJ94_FHw/SnSdQIS8-fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/youDsQO3F2s/s320/Untitled+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365085956535548402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is fern spore magnified 60 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkUCJ94_FHw/SnSd1dlVtaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hYhrffffB5Y/s1600-h/Untitled+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkUCJ94_FHw/SnSd1dlVtaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hYhrffffB5Y/s320/Untitled+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365086597904971170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an onion-skin magnified 200 times&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/8713348448421218085-2191699879828461224?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2191699879828461224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-afternoon-and-my-brother-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2191699879828461224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/2191699879828461224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-afternoon-and-my-brother-got.html' title='Microscope Fun'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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/_OkUCJ94_FHw/SnScJy9odaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RQ0DOEW0Z98/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8713348448421218085.post-4598855638715244232</id><published>2009-07-07T18:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:57:41.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, a sonnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When school is out&lt;br /&gt;Summer begins&lt;br /&gt;Then get outside, instead of playing with webkinz&lt;br /&gt;So get up and shout&lt;br /&gt;There are friends and family even more&lt;br /&gt;Slurp slurp drink lemonade&lt;br /&gt;I would drink it in the shade&lt;br /&gt;Go places around the world and explore&lt;br /&gt;Canon ball! water parks are fun&lt;br /&gt;We go on picnics and those are great too&lt;br /&gt;Unless the sky is gray not blue&lt;br /&gt;The point of summer is to play in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But summer will end some how&lt;br /&gt;So let's enjoy our selfs right now&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/8713348448421218085-4598855638715244232?l=shreya-mishra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4598855638715244232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8713348448421218085/posts/default/4598855638715244232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shreya-mishra.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-sonnet.html' title='Summer, a sonnet'/><author><name>Shreya Mishra</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></entry></feed>
