<?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-5158601493319975961</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:04:03.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royah Royah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-2601844916057820831</id><published>2010-12-25T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:01:09.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas ..</title><content type='html'>Christmas was wonderful. I could not ask for anything better. Played some spades and I finally got to play with the older people =). The food was good as always and the company was never ending. Even though I did not get all the expensive gifts that I would normally get it was still enjoyable. I hope when I get older and have children I make each holiday as memorable as mine are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-2601844916057820831?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2601844916057820831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=2601844916057820831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/2601844916057820831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/2601844916057820831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas ..'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-5961828283317235743</id><published>2010-12-23T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:17:57.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want that old thing back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s132.photobucket.com/albums/q36/mrs_invisble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q36/mrs_invisble/10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So when looking at that picture I wonder what has become of me. Since starting college  I eat the craziest foods at the craziest times. These actions have caused me to gain about 30lbs. Ugh! I just want my stomach to be back to the way it was. SO the plan is to start working out religiously everyday for a hour n a half. I wanna look nice for the summer and feel healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-5961828283317235743?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5961828283317235743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=5961828283317235743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/5961828283317235743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/5961828283317235743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-when-looking-at-that-picture-i.html' title='I want that old thing back'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-6635963133483666304</id><published>2010-12-22T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:24:47.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soo Im Back At It Again</title><content type='html'>So its 2010 and I have not blogged since 2008. Back in high school when I blogged I did not spell out my words,but I feel like it is necessary to do so now. So this is my second year in college and I hate the environment that I am in. I have no friends and I just feel so out of my element. I go to Buffalo University and I am eight hours away from my family. I mean when I was applying to colleges that was my main goal to get away from my family and be as independent as possible. Come to realize I need my family to get through this. I am making it through though, I think I have found a friend in my roommate. But yeah just to update you guys on a little of what's been going on so far. I will be blogging daily or maybe hourly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;royah out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-6635963133483666304?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6635963133483666304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=6635963133483666304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/6635963133483666304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/6635963133483666304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2010/12/soo-im-back-at-it-again.html' title='Soo Im Back At It Again'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-7516510936987127573</id><published>2009-07-24T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:19:28.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um..... im sleepy</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers... im back.. i know i havent blogged in a long time.. i've been kinda busy wit COllege... lol yup ima college girl now.. I go to Suny Buffalo. for 3 weeks we have these intense classes. omg! its driving me crazy i havent slept since i got here... i know college is alot of work but this is un-believeable.. but i g2g cuz i have to go to class lol...... royah out!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-7516510936987127573?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7516510936987127573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=7516510936987127573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/7516510936987127573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/7516510936987127573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-im-sleepy.html' title='um..... im sleepy'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-6542675886099067887</id><published>2009-05-15T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:45:58.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sOca = Happy Mood</title><content type='html'>um , so i listen to this genre of music called soca &amp;+ it definitely makes me happy... all music makes everyone feel different but soca is kind of hard to explain. to makes me glad and want to dance (but not in a nasty way). just move from side to side lol. lol some people are shocked when they hear what im exactly listening to and i just smile. so the song that is really making my day today is machel montano &amp;+ collie buddz =].... royah out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-6542675886099067887?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6542675886099067887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=6542675886099067887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/6542675886099067887'/><link rel='self' 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with me and my boyfriend so at this point I'm going to be a loner at prom. so yesterday i took it upon myself to make a flyer asking for a prom date. it had my contact info at the bottom for anyone who was interested. everyone thought it was funny but i was so serious. i'd like to have someone to enjoy the night with. ugh... depressing..... royah out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-5861403376301804399?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5861403376301804399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=5861403376301804399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/5861403376301804399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/5861403376301804399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanna-go-to-prom-with-me.html' title='Wanna go to prom with me =]??????'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-9068865327837193408</id><published>2009-05-06T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:20:42.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May.14 Is the day!</title><content type='html'>okay so im going to be 18 on May 14 and im highly excited about it. my mom gives me a lot of freedom nowadays and im enjoying every minute of it. so heres the plan for my birthday and i hope everything goes according to planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday= come to schoool looking glamorous. go out after school to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday=go to the movies with my boyfriend ( if he dont cancel on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday= find something to do but that night party the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday= go out and deal with my hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday= come to school and brag about being legal.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds good to me.. we'll seee how it works out................... royah out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-9068865327837193408?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-117762383637111104</id><published>2009-05-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:11:47.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>well last night i was itching to blog but i couldnt....my computer doesnt work. im waiting on my mom to take it to manhattan to get it fixed..... I DIDNT BREAK THE COMPUTER. well  today i got my work cut out for me. i have to type my english paper today ( im pretty proud of the work i did) and i have to make up a couple math work sheets so im going to have a busy day. today my friend chunky made me late for schoool and i have decided to never wait for im again unless hes ready. i think i look cute today and i saw this boy i really liked today. after all this time of me trying to get his attention his finally wrote me on aim and told me he likes me... I DONT UNDERSTAND THE OPPOSITE SEX! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THEIR MIND? anyway.... i really do love blogging even if its about random stuff i enjoy it..and i believe i will continue to do it durning college..if i dont forget my password again ...lol =P.......royah out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-117762383637111104?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/117762383637111104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=117762383637111104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/117762383637111104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/117762383637111104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-4588927653355519053</id><published>2009-05-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:22:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you not know how to be a boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>okay so im in a relationship right now and its okay but i definitely exected more out of it. its no secret anymore its out in the open my mom knows im with him and so does my father. the past ears i had to sneak and have a boyfriend and that was hard. i thought it being out in the open would make it easier to maintain.....i guess i was wrong. sometimes i feeel negelected but he has things to do. am i wrong for feeling like that. i mean ive known him for 2years and we were jus friends but its like" how long or difficult is it to pick up the phone and call or text" ITS 2009 WHO DOESNT TEXT!........ugh! i mean they say they want to be with you but when have you let you slip through their fingers. what a waste of time. i mean thats how i feel but he is a great person. mayb i ask for too much attention? ive figured out im going to have to give myself that attention he isnt giving me.....royah out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-4588927653355519053?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4588927653355519053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=4588927653355519053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/4588927653355519053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/4588927653355519053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-not-know-how-to-be-boyfriend.html' title='how do you not know how to be a boyfriend?'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-7537324782212765311</id><published>2009-05-05T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:15:42.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C-O-L-L-E-G-E</title><content type='html'>so its now may and i have gotten acceptance letters. i have been accepted to kingsborough, virginia state university, buffalo university and mercy college. im very excited that i even got acceted into any college. my dream college is virginia but alil too much money so im going to go to buffalo unviersity. ive seen the campus on the internet and its really big. i heard it gets really cold there and me and the cold really dont get along. im excited about all the activities that will be taking place on campus and the whole experience. i think im going to be alil home sick but i think i need he time to see what its like to be on my own for alil. i definitely depend on my mom for alot and i know that and im ready.......royah out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-7537324782212765311?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7537324782212765311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=7537324782212765311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/7537324782212765311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/7537324782212765311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/c-o-l-l-e-g-e.html' title='C-O-L-L-E-G-E'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-3860426778178623566</id><published>2009-05-05T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:09:28.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Bacck!</title><content type='html'>okay.okay so i havent been blogging in a long time but I'm back now and so happy. i definitely going to be blogging all the time now. i very disappointed i cant blog on my side kick because I'm always on it.  i now even type my essays on my sidekick because i know i will never sit down and write me papers. but i have awhole lot to say and I'm back in business......royah out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-3860426778178623566?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3860426778178623566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=3860426778178623566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/3860426778178623566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/3860426778178623566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bacck.html' title='Im Bacck!'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-5094264433648523377</id><published>2008-10-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:42:47.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ke-Ke??</title><content type='html'>ok well...im to the point where i dnt kno wats the purpose of certain things.like sometimes im sad than happy then shocked..u kno? jus havin all these different feelings. i dnt kno if its normal but thats how ive been feeling and i cant help it.... i also wanted to bring up the fact that i miss my sister...ke-ke..i dnt really talk about it but it bothers me..... she died on Jan.1.08 at least she made it into the year..she was my everythin i could always call her n talk to her bout anythin. she neva judged me she was always ready to beat someone ass for me n everythin....but idk wat else to say tired of writing n the story is kinda long..jus wanted to put out there that i love her ..miss her and sometimes talk to her wen no ones watchin.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-5094264433648523377?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5094264433648523377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=5094264433648523377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/5094264433648523377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/5094264433648523377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/ke-ke.html' title='Ke-Ke??'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-8933155075146026077</id><published>2008-10-14T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:30:13.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stress is kickin in..</title><content type='html'>ok well im not liking this college stuff as it is...now i see all the work tht goes into this stuff..its driving me crazy. my mother told me there are gonna be nights were i dnt get to go to sleep till 2 or 3 n the mornin. some nights i might even cry myself to sleep...i mean i understand it now.. all the paper work and callin, writing ,remembering deadlines and keepin my sanity..... how do i balance out somethin like that ???.. and having a boyfriend plus makin time for myself..how??? i guess i'll find tht out on my own... i mean yea my mom is there for me but its all on me.. u kno? its my education and crap so i guess its my responsibilty.. well we'll see how good it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-8933155075146026077?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-5885909399906896817</id><published>2008-10-10T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:56:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no se!</title><content type='html'>well right kno im n skool..kinda bored..feeling unwanted...blah blaH....skool was actually really fun today. i got to tel my english teacher how much i enjot bloggin...n i will continue to this for as long as possible...first myspace mail then bloggin...yay! me.... and im so proud of mysekf cuz she told me she wanted to use my work as an example to others n my class...i feel that you shuld b able to blog about anythin..as long as it wont get n touble wit the law or is really tellin all ur business....lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;royah---out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-5885909399906896817?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5885909399906896817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=5885909399906896817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/5885909399906896817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/5885909399906896817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-se.html' title='no se!'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-8529246901093296315</id><published>2008-10-09T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:58:31.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Thought.....</title><content type='html'>"So I Thought"All your twisted thoughts free flowTo everlasting memoriesShow soulKiss the stars with meAnd dread the wait forStupid calls returning us to lifeWe say to those who are in loveIt can't be true 'cause we're too youngI know that's true becauseso long I wasSo in love with youSo I thoughtA year goes byAnd I can't talk about itOn my kneesDim lighted roomThoughts free flow try to consumeMyself in thisI'm not faithlessJust paranoid of getting lost or that I might loseIgnorance is bliss cherish itPretty neighborhoodsYou learn too much to holdBelieve it notAnd fight the tearsWith pretty smiles and liesAbout the timesA year goes byAnd I can't talk about itThe times weren't rightAnd I couldn't talk about itChoris Romance says goodnightClose your eyes and I'll close mine.Remember you, remember meHurt the first, the last, betweenChoris Romance says goodnightClose your eyes and I'll close mineRemember you, remember meHurt the first, the last, betweenAnd I'm praying that we will seeSomething there in betweenThen and there that exceeds all we can dreamSo we can talk about it[guitar solo]Choris Romance says goodnightClose your eyes and I'll close mineRemember you, remember meHurt the first, the last, betweenChoris Romance says goodnightClose your eyes and I'll close mineRemember you, remember meHurt the first, the last, betweenAnd I'm praying that we will seeSomething there in betweenThen and there that exceeds all we can dreamAnd all these twisted thoughts I seeJesus there in betweenAnd all these twisted thoughts I seeJesus there in between.................... this is a song is sooo beaautiful... is there any other way to explain how u feel.... n i love the fact tht the band members are christian and still rock out....totally my idols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-8529246901093296315?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8529246901093296315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=8529246901093296315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/8529246901093296315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/8529246901093296315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-thought.html' title='So I Thought.....'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-6592126001154182683</id><published>2008-10-09T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:53:33.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear mr.him (written wen i was 14)</title><content type='html'>i kno ur out there; ive seen you( well witout seeing you) i hope you kno im waitin for you and have been waiting for a long time. this would b a great time for u to come frm heaven and into my hell. i could really use somone to lean on, not only as a boyfriend but someone i can talk to. then i would finally understand tht i am not alone. i only ask tht you love every part of me. for i am loud and playful. i hope i do no annoy u wen i wanna make-out soo much( i love my lips). i hope u can handle wit every fat-fiber in my body because im ok wit it. i hope you dnt get mad wen i call u at strange hours of the night because i sleep all day. i hope u have big ears because i love to talk. there might b days were i jus want to lie there wit ur arms around me, while we tell each other deep dark secrets.but then can only talk about how much we want to hold each other but cant because my mother wont allow it. i pray ur not a physical trainer or anything invovling runnin cuz i dnt like to do either and would rather take the bus. please dnt hate my laugh; i love it and use it to cover evry emotion.i love to play video games and might space out wen ur talkin to me. i do care wat u have to say i jus randomly space out wen ppl r talkin... sorry.................                                                    &amp;amp;&amp;amp;thast wat i wrote...i knew exactl wat i was feelin wen i wrote that...wat do u think ??? comment!            royah---out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-6592126001154182683?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6592126001154182683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=6592126001154182683' title='0 Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-2443512713103643003</id><published>2008-10-09T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:42:43.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something i wrote wen i was 11 or 12.......</title><content type='html'>chit-chat conversations.your girl, my guy. whispers,telling secrets. wats yours is mie. your all that i wanted, all that i needed. time is passed and your no longer needed. you took so long to answer that new love has been given. you can never be replaced but i jus cant wait anymore. ive left messages, you havent returned. im not sure if your right for me at the time given. if you love me you kno ths has to be. we wouldnt probably work out. your you, im me. two seperate people tryin to be one. you will always reamin in my heart. i will always have a place for you. until i kno if your love is true, u and me can never be...............................               ok now i dnt kno wat that was all about... it does kinda bring some memories bac but i was young..wat did i kno at the time...   royah out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-2443512713103643003?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2443512713103643003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=2443512713103643003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/2443512713103643003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/2443512713103643003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-i-wrote-wen-i-was-11-or-12.html' title='something i wrote wen i was 11 or 12.......'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-4903438491988212067</id><published>2008-10-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:25:44.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im liking this!</title><content type='html'>well my english teacher ms.tiffany made us create these blogs..by the way shes a new teacher at my skool.. wen she told us about bloggin i thought wow.....do u have nothin betta for us to do..but now ive come to realize that im enjoyin this....its kinda a way to let everythin out witout lettin it out...im lookin foward to gettin some comments..but everythin i write is true none made up..... n i ahve this thing were i put [   royah---out!   ] cute isnt it...yea i kno.. funny thing....( this girl n my class shouts out after making her blog account.."oh this is like a mini myspace") halarious.. it does feel like myspace n a way but i would neva write this stuff on myspace cuz of the ppl on there.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOGGER.COM... IM LOVING YOU!                                                             &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;royah---out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-4903438491988212067?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4903438491988212067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=4903438491988212067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/4903438491988212067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/4903438491988212067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-liking-this.html' title='im liking this!'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-6233212911781063406</id><published>2008-10-09T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:19:10.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wheres the proof???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so i love film its basically my passion...but i have no proof &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stufff&lt;/span&gt; in that field.. "why"? you ask...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the people i work with are lazy n most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;likey&lt;/span&gt; forgot my name n address... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;neva&lt;/span&gt; receive a copy of things i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;invovled&lt;/span&gt; n....(not everyone listed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; give me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bac&lt;/span&gt;) i worked wit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MOMA&lt;/span&gt;, JOHN LENNON TOUR BUS,FILM/VIDEO EDITING( n my retarded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;skool&lt;/span&gt;). no evidence. i look like a lazy no good person wit only a dream. i mean no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;biggy&lt;/span&gt; except now colleges are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;askin&lt;/span&gt; for portfolios n crap... damn im dooooomed...       royah---out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-6233212911781063406?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6233212911781063406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=6233212911781063406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/6233212911781063406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/6233212911781063406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-proof.html' title='wheres the proof???'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-8258315053012728835</id><published>2008-10-09T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:12:47.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dnt say the word...*whispers*"college"</title><content type='html'>since im n the 12th grade COLLEGE isnt such a small word anymore....that word is never forgotten and it seems like the process is neva endin... im too lazy to go through the process i jus wanna get accepted into a college and go there ..thats it..is that alot to ask for....but i guess it doesnt work like that..theres the process of lookin up the colleges and findin out trillions of info.. i really dnt care much for all that jus give me a skool that has a good film program and a nice campus n i'll go...that skool will get the joy of having saroyah imani leslie white n their skool.... i wish i came frm a more wealthy family so i wouldnt b so nervous about the tution.. everybody keeps sayin "oh dnt worry about tution cuz theres aid and scholarships" well you kno wat sometimes that doesnt cover it n i might still have to pay about 3 to 2 thousand dollars.. i dnt wanna come outta college in 24802538562856,000 n debt..lol..plz jus dnt say the word....COLLEGE!!!!!!                                   royah---out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-8258315053012728835?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8258315053012728835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=8258315053012728835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/8258315053012728835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/8258315053012728835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/dnt-say-wordwhisperscollege.html' title='dnt say the word...*whispers*&quot;college&quot;'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-653089298736396816</id><published>2008-10-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:06:07.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when is he coming bac?</title><content type='html'>todays topic is my uncle....he went off to college i believe about 3years ago.. ever since then things have changed.. i mean he dnt cal we barely talk n stuff. i guess wat im tryna say is that i miss him... we used to have so much fun wen i was younger n he was n high school..... he was jus the type of person i looked up too...kinda like my shinin armor.. btu hes a big college man now n doesnt really have time for his little niece...u kno makin that money n crap.. im happy for him though i mean this is wat i always heat him talkin about. gettin out on his own makin money and friends... i guess i jus have to wait till my turn.. then my lil sister will b the next one feeling neglected.. pont of this blog i miss him.. and if u knew the type of person he was...you would too...     royah---out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-653089298736396816?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/653089298736396816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=653089298736396816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/653089298736396816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/653089298736396816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-is-he-coming-bac.html' title='when is he coming bac?'/><author><name>saroyah royah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643842344062208638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M6VXIxs-cRA/TRLTncsIpwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8NaLielGoP8/S220/76786_1346432359724_1798757589_651968_618843_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158601493319975961.post-2690801868899112754</id><published>2008-10-09T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:01:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School.Drop Out..Huh? Nope</title><content type='html'>jus to let everyone kno i dnt spell out every word.try n keep up.lol........................................ well heres the thing i started skool and i really hate it so far.   i mean not hate but i mean i've been n skool these people and im kind of tired of seeing them. people tend to get annoyin after awhile. the cool thing about skool is that i 've noticed how everyone has changed. not only physically but mentally as well. the people that really didnt give a shyt b4 are actuall y doing their work. i guess they see the realization   that if they dnt do wat they have to do they're not gonna graduate. dumb asses shouldve known that frm the start. but anyway i mean thats them... every teacher we ever had left. the only two left is ms.baerga and ms.chang(but she doesnt teacher our grade anymore). blah...well im jus focused on gettin everthing done so i can get away frm this place as sson as possible.                royah---out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158601493319975961-2690801868899112754?l=saroyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2690801868899112754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5158601493319975961&amp;postID=2690801868899112754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/2690801868899112754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158601493319975961/posts/default/2690801868899112754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saroyah.blogspot.com/2008/10/schooldrop-outhuh-nope.html' title='School.Drop Out..Huh? 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