<?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-32547415</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:10:30.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S.B.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240138666381450437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f23/_lindser_/th_sad-eyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32547415.post-115606478449089748</id><published>2006-08-20T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T02:06:24.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Raven</title><content type='html'>1. If you could have dinner with any three people (except Mohammed, Jesus, Martin Luther King Jr, Ghandi) then who would they be?(don't say Mother Teresa either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Patricia Barker- principal dancer with Pacific Northwest Ballet.&lt;br /&gt;b) Federico Fellini&lt;br /&gt;c) Alferd Hitchcock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a) what would you eat?&lt;br /&gt;Pasta and lots of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1b) what restaurant would it be?&lt;br /&gt;This small restaurant in Venice- located in a tiny hotel named Anticamoro (i think that's how it's spelled) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) if you could force everyone in the world to read one book (except for the Quran or the Bible) what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Karenina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) is there a tv show you'd cancel dinner with your best friend for if you knew that a new episode was going to be airing once only? what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never happened before, but if by any chance it were to then the T.V show would be If you think you can dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) if someone told you that you could only have one hobby/favorite pass time for the rest of your life, what would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing (looks down at legs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) which song is on the soundtrack of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday- The Beatles, Numb- Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) how old were you when you had your first crush? who was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was probably 8. It was a cousin of mine. His name was Sultan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) if you could read the thoughts of any one person, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy i used to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) if you could block your thoughts from only one person, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy i used to know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) if you could choose between life on earth forever or going to heaven, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) when you die, what will your contribution to the world be?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by the time I die I would have contributed something to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32547415-115606478449089748?l=triplethreat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/feeds/115606478449089748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32547415&amp;postID=115606478449089748' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115606478449089748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115606478449089748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged-by-raven.html' title='Tagged by Raven'/><author><name>S.B.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240138666381450437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f23/_lindser_/th_sad-eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32547415.post-115593803897775718</id><published>2006-08-18T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:54:02.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 facts for 21 years</title><content type='html'>I wrote a loong post and when i wanted to post it blogger decided to go haywire on me. So i decided to write 21 things about me, so you guys can get to know me a bit better :). I picked 21 not because i am weird lol its because of my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My name is Sara&lt;br /&gt;2. I was named after my grandmother (mom's mom) and aunt (dad's sister)&lt;br /&gt;3. My favorite color is orange.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a nail biter&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a very quiet person&lt;br /&gt;7. My best friend's name is also named sara&lt;br /&gt;8. I say the R as '3 (like sa'3a ) i don't know what its called though. It isn't called a lisp. Is it ?&lt;br /&gt;9. I used to get made fun of as a kid because i talked like that.&lt;br /&gt;10. I was majoring in International business until after the accident. Now i'm taking time off.&lt;br /&gt;11. I've been to a total of 22 countries (or so i guess)&lt;br /&gt;12. My favorite country is definitely Italy.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm left handed&lt;br /&gt;14. I've been dancing since i can remember&lt;br /&gt;15. I began with ballet&lt;br /&gt;16. I graduated highschool with honours&lt;br /&gt;17. I despise chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;18. I find it very vulgar&lt;br /&gt;19. I'm running out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm the 3rd of 5 children (4 boys and me)&lt;br /&gt;21. Last but not least, I say sorry way too much. (It annoys alot of people, but i can't help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this boring post. I had a better one, but i guess it wasn't meant to be posted :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32547415-115593803897775718?l=triplethreat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/feeds/115593803897775718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32547415&amp;postID=115593803897775718' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115593803897775718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115593803897775718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/2006/08/21-facts-for-21-years.html' title='21 facts for 21 years'/><author><name>S.B.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240138666381450437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f23/_lindser_/th_sad-eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32547415.post-115549838037887797</id><published>2006-08-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:24:50.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ballerina stay till only we decide to part, but you will forever be in my heart ...</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Chemicals react- aly &amp;amp; aj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about: The dance studio, Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: In the mood to dance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i was a child i've had a passion for dancing. You name it i've done it. On my 16th Birth Day my mum surprised me by transforming one of the rooms in our house into a dance studio. They filled it with mirrors and bars where i could do my pirouettes, and a full round surround system- it was a dream come true. That room became my sanctuary, i cant count the endless nights i spent there doing nothing but dancing myself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago i recieve a call from my mum asking for my permission to change the studio into something more useful since now i can't uhh walk let alone dance. I have yet to give her an answer, and i'm not sure i want to give her one. I know i'm being childish, but i still have it in my head that this is just temporary and i'll be out and about in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah who am i kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32547415-115549838037887797?l=triplethreat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/feeds/115549838037887797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32547415&amp;postID=115549838037887797' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115549838037887797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115549838037887797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/2006/08/ballerina-stay-till-only-we-decide-to.html' title='ballerina stay till only we decide to part, but you will forever be in my heart ...'/><author><name>S.B.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240138666381450437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f23/_lindser_/th_sad-eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32547415.post-115527404565430182</id><published>2006-08-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:27:25.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A formal introduction</title><content type='html'>I was told to use blogging as a personal journal that's oh lets see.... not so personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not very comfortable sharing this, but since no one here knows me it's to my advantage . I was never good at expressing myself in writing. I guess im not a talented writer. So here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;About 5 months ago i got into a car accident (lets just say it wasn't pretty.)Samuel my dad's driver was driving me to a friends house and i insisted he go faster since i was running very late. Being the maniac that he is, he started speeding and shifting from lane to lane. At first i enjoyed the adreniline rush, but then it got out of hand he was losing control and couldnt help it. That's about the last thing i remember- him speeding and me on the verge of panicking.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later i wake up to recieve the worst news of my life. I'd be paralyzed from the waist down. 'Till this day i have no idea what happened exactly - It's been hell and i hate every single day, but im pretty blessed to still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it...... My life story in only 8 lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32547415-115527404565430182?l=triplethreat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/feeds/115527404565430182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32547415&amp;postID=115527404565430182' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115527404565430182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115527404565430182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/2006/08/formal-introduction.html' title='A formal introduction'/><author><name>S.B.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240138666381450437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f23/_lindser_/th_sad-eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32547415.post-115527182348547777</id><published>2006-08-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:50:23.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You win</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've decided to take my shrinks advice and blog.&lt;br /&gt;I hope its not as boring as he makes it seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32547415-115527182348547777?l=triplethreat3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/feeds/115527182348547777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32547415&amp;postID=115527182348547777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115527182348547777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32547415/posts/default/115527182348547777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triplethreat3.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-win.html' title='You win'/><author><name>S.B.S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14240138666381450437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f23/_lindser_/th_sad-eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
