<?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-8288874</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:50:08.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadafie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-112977619833577496</id><published>2005-10-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:43:18.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab Day + No Pay = Sadaf on Stirke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's my new self declaration for the day. Not only was today a Lab Day... i hate lab days.. it was payday! Well, that should be a good thing right? Let's do a Money jig! Except that, well, I didn't get paid. I have almost worked 55 hrs this quarter and have yet to be paid a single penny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, today turned out to be a man-hunt Wednesday. After an hour of early class, 4 hrs of work, and 2 hours of lab, I went home and began my search for my due. 6 calls, and 5 people later, I found out that because my work-permit had experied (back in late June, might I add, at which time I had immediately gotten it renewed with a minor headache involved...), my direct-deposit appointments had been taken off their system. And because I had no appointment, I had no pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't there something fundamentally wrong in this? First of all, by law, all employers are required to ensure that their employees are legally qualified to work in the US. So when my work permit expires, they should remind me to provide them with a renewed one right? Or, shouldn't there be a way for them to realize that one of their part time employees has worked nearly a month without being paid? Shouldn't that simple fact cause a non-balance somewhere in their books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Needless to say, I'm highly irritated. After coming home, I had to lug back to campus at 5:30 to present my new renewed card to them so that I can hopefully get a reimbursed check by Monday. Hurrah for the public education system!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-112977619833577496?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/112977619833577496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=112977619833577496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/112977619833577496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/112977619833577496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2005/10/lab-day-no-pay-sadaf-on-stirke.html' title='Lab Day + No Pay = Sadaf on Stirke'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-112970024629587903</id><published>2005-10-18T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:37:26.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection of my blog, yet again</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling sad, lonely, and betrayed, and all I want to do is to get away from the people who are making me feel like this. I want to go back home to familiar faces and places. I want to be comfortable and happy -- the core of who I am, what I am, as well as the essence of my name. I am "Happy", right Carla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I wish that I could feel they way I want to and have the things I so desperately need, not simply want, but need. I'll only be in college once.. I'll only be 20 yrs old for a brief moment. I need to live it they way I want to remember it forever, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I simply feel alone. And no, I'm not being melodramatic. I need my life to make a 36o, now! PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-112970024629587903?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/112970024629587903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=112970024629587903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/112970024629587903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/112970024629587903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2005/10/resurrection-of-my-blog-yet-again.html' title='Resurrection of my blog, yet again'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109811881061620243</id><published>2004-10-18T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:00:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so freaked out for this week! As Daphne usually says (and I agree with), &lt;em&gt;I've managed to screw myself over again!&lt;/em&gt; --- so true. :(     Why did I have to get sick THIS weekend!?!?! I got nothing done, and now I fear I have ruined all chances of doing well in my classes. *sigh*  Tuesday's the big day, so gotta get to work. I will opt to be very anti-social today and disappear in the hollows of my room. See y'all in a few days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109811881061620243?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109811881061620243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109811881061620243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109811881061620243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109811881061620243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/10/stressin.html' title='Stressin&apos;'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109665151721753164</id><published>2004-10-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T10:25:17.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wooooo!! Happy 19th! I'll be seeing you in class in 30 min. and we'll celebrate tonight! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109665151721753164?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109665151721753164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109665151721753164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109665151721753164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109665151721753164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-brian.html' title='Happy Birthday Brian!'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109627152065925864</id><published>2004-09-27T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:52:00.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA: first night, first party. Hurrah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After tedious moving in, unpacking and so on, I finally got my part of the room together, although it still feels pretty cluttered, which I don't like. But the room is great... it's almost exactly like my roommate's room last year, but with a few improvements. Deja vu!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, the first night back was, well umm, interesting and annoying to say the least. I didn't get much sleep. After going to bed, I wake up at around 4 in the morning to this loud Spanish music radio from next door. At first I just try to ignore it and sleep. Fail. Make a trip to the bathroom. Ugh, uncomfortable to have to ask the &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; neighbors to turn down their music. An hour goes by, and I haven't been sleeping. Finally, I go out and knock on the door... a bunch, but no one answers. GRRRRR. I come back to my room, so absolutely frustrated!!!!! I then have to lean over Heather's desk/bed area to knock on the adjoining wall, and by doing so, I wake up Heather and give her a start. Long story short, I ended up dragging poor Heather to the lounge with me. We pulled two of the larger couches together and crawled in the bed-ish area with our pillows and blankets. I woke up at 7:30 a.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight, there was this free concert thingy, that I believe was put on to attract kids away from Black Sunday... hahahaha, yeah right! At first it was supposed to be Pennywise -- okay, cool. Then they ended up changing it to Wild Child - a band that no one had heard of and that apparently only played covers of The Doors. I wasn't going to go, but then decided to check it out, but left before it even started, because Annie Kang came over to our room to visit!! Yay, I missed her. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterwards, we decided to head over to Annie's apartment, because I hadn't seen it yet. It was so great! I loved it. We hanged out there for awhile. I saw Miriam again, and meet some of their roommates. When they started getting ready to go out, Heather and I decided to head back to the dorms to see what the rest of the gang was up to, seeing as how we had just left without telling anyone where we were going. We came back to our room, but there was noone on the floor. We finally called Kevin, and they were at Daphne's apartment, which is right across from Annie's apartment, so we ended up trekking all the way back there! bah. When we got there, the party had already started, and many (most) were drunk. *whippie* :/  I wasn't going to drink, but ended up only doing one shot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, the first party of the year came and went, and I have to say that I am a bit dissapointed. It's prolly just all my fault for being in a not-so-hot mood, but still. This year just feels differently than last year, as it rightfully should, but I think that our group is just trying to pick up right where we left off, and somehow that doesn't fit. I dunno if this makes any sense whatsoever, especially to someone who doesn't know the situation. But still, I will continue on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also felt a bit left out tonight. You know, I try to think that I am a fun person even when I don't drink, but nights like tonight just make me feel like the all-mighty "party pooper." I went along with everything tonight, but I felt like somehow I wasn't wanted there, which I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; is ridiculuous, etc. etc. etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, I'm going to make an extra effort to be uber-social tomorrow and meet more people and just get to know the floor. Hopefully I'll have time to visit Carla too! So I guess I'm just am going to have to wait on the next party to make up for this one. Bring it on! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109627152065925864?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109627152065925864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109627152065925864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109627152065925864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109627152065925864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/la-first-night-first-party-hurrah.html' title='LA: first night, first party. Hurrah!'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109587384111555671</id><published>2004-09-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T10:24:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day Heather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yayy!! We're both the same age again! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday my favorite roomie! Hope you have a spectacular day... and I'll be seeing you soon to celebrate!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109587384111555671?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109587384111555671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109587384111555671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109587384111555671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109587384111555671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-b-day-heather.html' title='Happy B-day Heather!'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109578944369670127</id><published>2004-09-21T10:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:07:31.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell et adieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yesterday was the last summer hangout day at home in Sunnyvale. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Jessica, Suegol, and I started out in Valley Faire, where I could not find the sunglasses I wanted, Suegol could not find the jacket we wanted, but where we found a birthday present for Carla. Ah, the irony of it all. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;We then headed to Sunnyvale... and Burrito Factory. yum! (But I still like Chipotle better.) I managed to eat most of a huge burrito, some churro, chips and salsa ... and only two hours after I had eaten lunch with my mom. I'm a big :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(EDIT: apparently I wrote "I'm a big" instead of "I'm a pig", but either works really...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;While there though, we ran into Arash. He sat down with us for awhile. Here's the cliff version: works at loehmanns, bad manager, quit but still there for awhile, goes to de anza. Good to see ya ol' chap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Headed to longs, picked up some necessities. Went to loehmanns. No jacket for Suegol. Wait, this just came to me... why didn't Jessica get that shirt?!!? aaarrrgggghhh. I however found a perfect-fit $15 dress. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;(and I had promised myself I wouldn't get anything!! Oh well...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oh, and Jessica has the same exact dress, and the same pair of shoes as me. So some day, in LA, we're going to dress as twins. ;) Maybe Halloween?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;After, we just went home. I know I'll be seeing much of Yen in LA. But Jessica, It will still be a long hard week without seeing you! But even sadder, is that I don't get to see Suegol again for a long time! *tear* The two of us spent soo much time together this summer. I even dare to say we've bonded so much more! But now, she leaves for Davis, and I go to LA. Parting is such sweet sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I will visit you in Davis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sadaf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... and on a side note, yay for today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109578944369670127?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109578944369670127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109578944369670127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109578944369670127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109578944369670127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/farewell-et-adieu_21.html' title='Farewell et adieu'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109561348114763966</id><published>2004-09-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T10:04:41.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last week it was a 100 degrees and intolerably hot. Yesterday was cool and breezy, in the mid-60's. This morning I wake up to the sounds of rain. OH MY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's September, and technically still summer right? Ugh, I hope the rain doesn't last too long because I know there'll be lots in a few months. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But anywho... lately I've been feeling like a spoiled brat and undeserving of everything. Maybe 'cause I am? Most of the time I feel like I don't deserve anything I get, and that I don't give the people around me even half the consideration they give me. Hmm, I have to ponder this some more. Maybe this is just paranoia because I'm leaving home again soon. Let me know::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I a sucky person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I do to be better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Je ne sais pas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, so well I think I'm in need of cleaning my room a bit. Maybe I'll even pack some stuff!! haha ;)  I think I also have some outdoor errands with my mom... in the rain! *shock*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ooooo, thunder!&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/8288874-109561348114763966?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109561348114763966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109561348114763966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109561348114763966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109561348114763966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain, go away'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109555797265932252</id><published>2004-09-18T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T18:39:32.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and their shoes, on repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another update:  A few days ago, Carla went to Shoe Pavillion with the intent of buying me the Converse shoes I wanted, but could not find in my size. She couldn't find any, but on a positive note, she bought herself a new pair of Ecco sandals, and showed up on Friday with nada... oh, what a vicious cycle!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But fortunately, today my dad did buy me the Converse shoes I wanted, in my size... just gray and pink instead of chocolate and parchement. :) I'm a happy little girlie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109555797265932252?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109555797265932252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109555797265932252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109555797265932252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109555797265932252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/women-and-their-shoes-on-repeat.html' title='Women and their shoes, on repeat'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109553430238231856</id><published>2004-09-18T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:05:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the by, Carla's blog has a more interesting version of events if you'd like to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trippingtoenlightenment.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://trippingtoenlightenment.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109553430238231856?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109553430238231856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109553430238231856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109553430238231856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109553430238231856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-version.html' title='Another version'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109553419436582947</id><published>2004-09-18T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:03:14.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I started off my Friday morning with a pedicure, yum! I picked up Carla before, and we went together to the nail salon. She got a beautiful manicure. So, if she came with me, the deal was to drive her to work after, which I did. I then had to stop by at the bank to make a deposit, saw Roy as I usually do, and went home by 1 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My mom was home. She made soup. We ate :)  .... then, she MADE me take a shower (hmm, suspicious ??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The plan for the rest of the day was to visit with family. Every Friday afternoon, when my mom gets home from work, we go to my grandma's house, where the entire family is gathered (aunts, uncle(s), cousin(s)). But since a couple days ago, I was told that we weren't going to my grandma's this Friday, but rather to my aunt's house in Los Gatos, so that my grandma could have a break from cooking food all the time, and also because my uncle (who works at Yahoo!) was having coworkers coming over too... so, I had to dress nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And, the story gets a 'lil bit more involved. This summer, my mom has been driving my other uncle's brand new Volvo, because he is in Iran. Then, I was able to have her car for my own purposes. So, since I'm leaving in a week, my mom decided to take the Volvo, so that afterwards she could leave it at my aunt's garage, where it belongs. I would have to take our car separately so that I could drive us back home at night. Well, my mom left home abit after 4 p.m., because she had to stop by at the Volvo outlet to buy some paint, drop off some dry cleaning, and pick up my other grandmother. I was told that my aunt didn't want anybody to arrive until after 6-6:30 p.m., so that the baby wouldn't wake up. So I left home at 6 p.m., and got to Los Gatos exactly at 6:30... my, I am so punctual!!!! :D  There were a lot of cars there, so I figured that my uncle's coworkers had already arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I park the car, and am walking toward the front door (it's a HUGE HUGE house, land, etc!), when I see my mom open the door and step outside. She asked me the usual:: "Did you get stuck in traffic?" &amp; "Where did you park the car?", etc. I reach the sitting area, and I see my grandma's and aunts, so I'm doing my usually kisses and hellos to each person. I had had a glimpse of some people out on the patio area, but I figured those were the coworkers since they were separated from the family. Finally, somebody turns me around I guess, and I see a mob of my friends standing in front of me, in my aunt's house! SURPRISE!!!!!!! I wasn't expecting for them to be there! There was Negaar, Suegol, Jessica, Jeff, and Carla came a bit later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha, I have NEVER had a surprise birthday party ever! It was WONDERFUL! I had the best time ever. So uber thanks to everybody who came, planned, ... everything! I TRULY DO HAVE THE BEST FAMILY AND FRIENDS IN THE WORLD! We all had a great time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There was lots of food. At first we all hanged out on the "patio" (I don't know what else you'd call it). There were veggies and dip that Negaar adored, chips and salsa, and Cheap Red Wine courtesy Negaar :D  We took pictures, talked, "danced", and I learned &lt;em&gt;safe sex,&lt;/em&gt;  hehe. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;For dinner, there were 8 pizzas, cranberry salad, potato salad, spaghetti, and veggie egg rolls! yummm .... so much food. And it was prepared all fancily in a fancy setting in a fancy house! We ate, hung out more. A few of Mercede's friends came and went too. They were nice kids.. but they were exactly that, kids..  it reminded me of high school so much!!! But yeah, I think they had a great time too. After awhile, the store-bought birthday cake, home-baked gorgeous brownie/fruit topped cake, and home-made jello (with grapes in it! .. also mucho pretty)  was brought out. uber-YUM to CAKE!!!!! We all had cake, coffee etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then some family was starting to leave, so they wanted me to open presents. We were at the dining table, and while opening Suegol's present, I threw the tissue on the table.. unfortunately on top of the candles (there were candles everywhere) and the tissue caught on fire, and burst into flames!!! It rose in the air, with ashes and dust, until my grandma and uncle came to the rescue... booo, I suck :( .... I felt so bad, but apparentely it was hilarious! But yeah, I got a bunch of great gifts... thank you everybody!!!     (and my mom surprised me with a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ipod!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;While I was hugging my mom for the ipod though, somehow some of the ashes got on my face, and smeared into a semi-moustache/whisker?! Apparently another Kodak moment, cause everyone was CRACKING up! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Afterwards, most family left. I took the gang upstairs to the game/entertainment room. We played a bunch of pool, listened and danced to some music, played with the guitar and basketball, and punched/kicked the punching bag, and basically had a great time. Negaar and Jeff left, along with most of Mercede's friends, except Michelle who left later. By the time that we all left my aunts, it was after 1 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And, everyone got down the hill to the gate in one piece :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*MUAH* I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am going to do a shorter, more personal entry soon dedicated to the individuals involved, but I have to go now, cause Mercede stayed with me last night, and I have to take her to Negaar's house for tutoring soon. So, bubye for now, my gorgeous friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109553419436582947?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109553419436582947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109553419436582947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109553419436582947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109553419436582947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109549813569352169</id><published>2004-09-18T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T02:02:15.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today was the greatest day ever! I have the bestest, most wonderful family &amp; friends! I love you all so much... THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU  for today!!!!  (technically yesterday seeing as how it's 2 a.m. and I just got home. :D )  But I want to sleep now, so I'll DEFINETELY update tmrw! But for now, this is irrelevant but is coming out of my profile, so I thought i would cherish it some more::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Phishy72785:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;maybe all the emo boys bought the good girl pants before you got to the stores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm so happy! Thank you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109549813569352169?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109549813569352169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109549813569352169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109549813569352169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109549813569352169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-heart-you.html' title='I heart you!'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109529525655412610</id><published>2004-09-15T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T17:40:56.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carla wins, 1-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    It's official. Carla wins, but just b/c they didn't have my size.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;(read previous entry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109529525655412610?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109529525655412610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109529525655412610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109529525655412610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109529525655412610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/carla-wins-1-0.html' title='Carla wins, 1-0'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109528868129681799</id><published>2004-09-15T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T18:24:09.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Converse or Carla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So a couple years back, miss Carla showed up at my birthday with a &lt;= $5 "comic book" as my present. She then continued to explain that she had been looking for the bookstore to buy my present, but had gotten lost, stopped by a shoe store, and saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Converse shoes on sale. Seeing that she could not pass that up, she bought them for herself... leaving the &lt;= $5 for the bookstore, and my present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Today, I'm in San Ramon with my dad. We went out this afternoon just shopping around, and I saw Converse shoes on sale and thought to buy myself a pair! (But I got the wrong size, so now I have to go exchange this again.) So, long story short ... will Carla be getting a present this year? November's coming up fast!?! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;(To those who have not heard these references before, I tend to hold these "grudges" and throw them back at Carla whenever I get the chance.... it's part of our loving relationship. :) Oh, and sorry Carla, I just had to, cause the Converse reminded me of you! *Muah* But you should feel special, you got an entire entry on you! haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;image src="http://www.bruinwalk.com/myfiles/getfile.asp?name=2%2Ejpg&amp;file=sadafs%5C2%2Ejpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109528868129681799?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109528868129681799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109528868129681799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109528868129681799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109528868129681799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/converse-or-carla.html' title='Converse or Carla'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109518071080949818</id><published>2004-09-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T09:51:50.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shahin's b-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Shahin! and have a great year at San Diego. Make sure to come visit us in LA again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109518071080949818?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109518071080949818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109518071080949818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109518071080949818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109518071080949818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/shahins-b-day.html' title='Shahin&apos;s b-day'/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109514194481405140</id><published>2004-09-13T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:05:44.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;The Dave Matthew Band concert yesterday was spectacular... so much fun! Suegol picked me up bright and early in the morning, and we met up with Jessica and Homa at the Mtn. View Caltrain station at 9 a.m. Caltrain wasn't bad at all, but when we got to the Muni in SF, all craziness broke loose! It was soo packed in there. I felt like a herd a cattle. We were all clinging on to poles, straps, one another. All I have to say is arms were flying (and cramping)! But finally, we made it to Golden Gate Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;There were a lot of people going to see DMB. There were hundreds... thousands...  The entire area was flooded with fans! Good thing we got there relatively early.  :)  Surprisingly though, we didn't see as many people that we knew as I thought we would. I was expecting to see a lot of Homestead kids, but I guess they all got lost in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;But seriously, we were sitting out there for hours. First it was kinda cold, then it got sunny and pretty warm actually, and then the show started! Too bad I'm not as avid a DMB fan as the rest of the group. I didn't know alot of the songs. Actually, they all sounded pretty much the same to me. Thankfully though, it was great music, and I enjoyed it. From where we were sitting (or standing on our tip-toes that is) we could barely make out the band on stage. They were tiny persons. But, the sun didn't block the screens too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;I think the only part of the entire thing that I didn't like was the smokers... the stench and fumes of weed were killer, especially when the group right in front of us started smoking and blowing it in our faces. Gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;We stayed for the entire show, and the encore. We left much later than I though we would, and when I saw the line at the Muni, I started freaking out about missing the last train home (which was at 9 o'clock, p.m.). There were hundreds of people trying to get on Muni. Finally, we got some boys who we knew from Homestead to at least give us a ride to the Caltrain station... but that was no easy task. The four of us crammed into the back of a Camry, and both Danyal and myself were on the phone desperately trying to get directions to the station. We made it, at a bit past 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;The only thing we hadn't really had a chance to do all day was eat! We were all STARVING... on top of being tired. On the train home, we planned to go the Jake's, but in the end we ended up at TGIF because Jake's closed early on a Sunday night. Shahin joined us too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;So, speaking about the train home... we were all pooped, but somehow Homa and Jessica had the energy to sing for the entire car to hear! We went through dozen&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; of songs of past and present. A couple of girls finally asked us how old we were because we were singing songs that were popular when they were in middle school. We said we were 19. They turned out to be 21, so we were the same generation! (They thought we were middle school kids... no comment :/ )  But however, there was another group of abnoxious kids in the same car as us, mostly boys, who were be pretty loud too. I think we figured out that they were from the young-generation Homestead Jew-crew. But seriously, we ended up quieting down, and nobody had really minded our singing Homa-pod (or H-pod). But these kids were being soo loud, and so rude... swearing with all kind of profanity that people left the car, and one couple even got in a fight with them right before they got off at there stop. And finally, this weird, crazy middle-aged man stands, walks up to them, and starts telling them off and telling them to shut up (meanwhile, swearing as well and waving arms in the air). He continues to call them a bunch of unaccomplished kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;"Well, at least I know HTML!" ... "What&lt;br /&gt;do you have to show" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;And one of the sassy boys replies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;"I'm good at World History."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;At which the lunatic man sits in the seats behind them and tells him to test him (on world history). Meanwhile, the four of us are still in our seats watching on in amazement. Finally, one of the guys who worked the train came into the car, so for the most part, all of this stopped, but the boys were still loud. The crazy man left the car, but came back once with a threat about how if anyone follows him off the train at the next stop (Mtn. View) that he could take them all on (at this time, his statement seemed to be directed at us!). But we didn't do anything. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;So, all in all, we got off the next station, and those kids were getting off the station after (Sunnyvale), so there wasn't much more to it. Oh, when the man got of the train, he started ranting to some homeless man on a a bench, and then took something out of his pocket, and rushed up the steps of the train and was waving it, and then went back outside and waived it at the kids by the window and was saying something lame like "At least I can smoke and drink!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;We got out of there, having arrived a couple hours later than expected, and headed out for dinner. And so ended the fun day. I think I remembered everything (you would think so anyways with the amount I just typed!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;So bye for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Oh wait, side note... and a homeless man in a wheelchair tried to bite Homa. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109514194481405140?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109514194481405140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109514194481405140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109514194481405140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109514194481405140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/dave-matthew-band-concert-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288874.post-109492552214065448</id><published>2004-09-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T10:58:42.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey guys! I'm changing from my Xanga (that I never use, and no one knows about) to this blog. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288874-109492552214065448?l=sadafie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/feeds/109492552214065448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8288874&amp;postID=109492552214065448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109492552214065448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288874/posts/default/109492552214065448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadafie.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-guys-im-changing-from-my-xanga.html' title=''/><author><name>Sadaf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07439241918603330135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i04.thefacebook.com/pics/6/3/n2513635_3040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
