<?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-7557006</id><updated>2011-09-17T07:28:14.662-04:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='celebrity look-a-likes'/><category term='annex'/><category term='darts'/><category term='new place'/><category term='wellies.'/><category term='steak'/><category term='itty bitty kitty committee'/><category term='i&apos;m not a plastic bag'/><category term='ear muffs.'/><category term='barbies'/><category term='birfday'/><category term='five'/><category term='mac cosmetics'/><category term='cheap beers and pet stores'/><category term='a week of firsts'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='oni cakes'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='heart'/><category term='three hundred dollar jeans'/><category term='the OC'/><title type='text'>it is the life of another girl.</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to the world of not making a whole lot of sense and usually just a jumble of mindless ramblings but occasionally a curveball throw your way with the best guess of the current colour state of my underoos or maybe something  borderlining scholarly but then again....re:above.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-5753184955152071664</id><published>2007-06-10T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:15:55.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birfday'/><title type='text'>never a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: room eleven -"bitch"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's been a while. to say the least. but here's a rundown of what's happened in the last little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on work: it's been going well, still on top, and awaiting that promo annnnny day now! which i'm excited for. it's still making me spend money on pretty clothes that well i really don't need. the boy doesn't appreciate it, but he keeps me in check for the most part. some days are more stressful than others, but i'm just hoping the step up is a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the itty bitties: they're growing up, well not really, either we have runt cats, or we just starve them...maybe a little bit of both, considering that yes, we do feed them adult cat food, even though they're technically still 'kittins' till they reach about a year and to put some cream on the cake, it's 'lean' adult food. haha i like it, i want them to stay tiny forever. the boycat is still the boy's favourite and onicakes is still mine, although she's been warming up to her daddycakes, she likes to have snuggle sessions with him during the day while i'm at work. she has these intense fangs that she likes to grate across your face as a sign of affection early in the mornings...especially when she wants food. and the boy still hasn't grown out of his quacking but he's still as dumb and dopey for feet nuggles as before. i'm glad that we have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the homefront: the new house is doing well aside from a few kinks (not working oven, no screen door, no ventilation...anywhere) but the bigger space is definitely a treat from the old place. and the backyard has been delightful saving us money with allowing  us to bbq most days and i'm even almost warming up to the sketchy, drunken, slumming neighbours that live in the other units... well almost. i just pretend that they are actually respectable working professionals.....that sometimes have domestic disputes that bring the cops on by or have big bonfires in the backyard at 3am. anyone still want to come by and visit!? at least the place is....mostly done. the kitchen is all set up, the bathroom is all set up, the living is all set up and the bedroom, well it's almost all set up.....see that was my one job...and of course it's still not completely done. secretly, i'm prolonging the process because i enjoy watching iron chef at midnight followed by sleepily watching CSI: miami at one, it's always a struggle as i get so engrossed in the episode that i want to last the hour to see how they forensically solve the crime....but yet the fatigue always takes over and i'm left wondering in the morning how it all went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the birthday month: the month of june started with me reminding the boy that my birthday was fast approaching, then we had a big bbq party on the sunday to celebrate as well as housewarm our house with our friends meaning that they all had to bring booze, however the rain did keep a lot of people way, i was ok with it as the people that mattered or that i really cared to see showed up. and that's what counts. the sixth, the big special day was spent exclusively with the boy, we started out the day with me sneeping in until noontime and then we hit up the brasserie for some good ol' calamari (wasn't as good as normal) but still work it and then came the shopping around town. i think it's the only day he'll tolerate shopping with me for four hours all around the shops. goal was to find me some birthday sandals, and after a strenous search, i came up empty handed and have my eye on some mocassin booties instead. taking the boy shopping actually saves money, i still get to browse and satisfy my eye cravings, but he's there to stop me from buying "something i don't need", "something that's ugly" (even though he still bought me an ugly puke green tank top because i found it beautiful), "something that's too expensive", or really anything at all. but at least i got to go shopping! and we still made a trip to eb games to find burnout for the xbox for which we proceeded to go home to play and i handed his smashed up car served on a golden platter. i rule at burnout! nightfall came with a delightful and romantic dinner in the distillery district at pure spirits where the boy works. it was all around fantastic, we had oysters, pork rillet, salmon and scallops, tuna!!! and of course birthday dessert all accompanied by pometinis and vino!!! needless to say, i was spolied. now that the birthday day has ended, and birthday week has come to a close, all we have left to look forward to is birthday month!!!! and i leave you with some snippits of my birfday date with the boy i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RmuE-qSy4SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/73UDf86HVqQ/s1600-h/DSCN3112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RmuE-qSy4SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/73UDf86HVqQ/s400/DSCN3112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074295617202872610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RmuEvaSy4RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bGr52Djj1N0/s1600-h/DSCN3114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RmuEvaSy4RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bGr52Djj1N0/s400/DSCN3114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074295355209867538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RmuEr6Sy4QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BDmMRCmWAmU/s1600-h/DSCN3117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RmuEr6Sy4QI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BDmMRCmWAmU/s400/DSCN3117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074295295080325378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RmuEn6Sy4PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pgHfl43vuGw/s1600-h/DSCN3118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one on two am: and CSI: miami has begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-5753184955152071664?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/5753184955152071664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=5753184955152071664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/5753184955152071664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/5753184955152071664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-new-beginning.html' title='never a new beginning.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RmuE-qSy4SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/73UDf86HVqQ/s72-c/DSCN3112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-3417926859142893315</id><published>2007-04-26T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:48:18.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wellies.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itty bitty kitty committee'/><title type='text'>why oh why not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: gym class heroes -"cupid's chokehold"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's official, we've finally found a new place to move into that fit all but well i guess one of our requirements.&lt;br /&gt;1. it's in the annex (bloor-bathurst/spadina-esque area for those who don't know)&lt;br /&gt;2. has outdoor space, a HUGE backyard for beebs and suntanning sessions!&lt;br /&gt;3. one bedroom, and able to install an a/c unit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited to move in! we'll have it for may which means that i'll most likely be throwing my june birthday bash at the new place weather permitting with a huge housewarming beebeeque! it's going to be so nice moving back to a place that consist of more than just one room the size of 'this' table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather has been so nice in toronto lately, i've managed to squeeze a few patio sessions in on those rare days i got let off early from work and last weekend. but today the showers finally hit. the boy and i had lunch at butler's pantry down the street where we nabbed the window seat in the fairly empty place and became a captive audience to the rain come pouring down and the car being towed across the street. for once, we both polished off our dishes and pints of course, albeit the serving portions were on the smaller side of the norm, but we weren't complaining, because this left room for dessert. a rarity in most cases as i'm usually too full. then the boy had to jet off to work braving the rain and rush hour traffic to head to work. i came home to the itty bitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of, the itty bitties have seem to caught some sort of a virus while at the vet (getting neutered and spayed) last week, they came home with a wheezing cough that did not sound healthy at all, not eating and pooing ickyness. another visit to the vet they came home armed with a week's worth of antibiotics. while the cough has subsided and they've gotten their appetities back, the pooing ickyness still goes on. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i am going to buy myself some wellies. green ones i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ten four nine pm: and it's time to snuggle into an empty bed with a book and some kitties keeping it warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-3417926859142893315?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/3417926859142893315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=3417926859142893315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/3417926859142893315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/3417926859142893315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-oh-why-not.html' title='why oh why not.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-3969184022338928277</id><published>2007-04-12T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:43:30.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a week of firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oni cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new place'/><title type='text'>what may come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: donna summers -"hot stuff"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after just a few mere weeks working, i've officially become the number one seller in the east for my company. woo go me, sr. sales position here i come. i hope. i could really use the extra perks. extra being extra cashola and a bigger discount. not that i need to shop anymore... (baby i'm not shopping!!!). in other news, i went to look a pretty one bedroom last night with a HUGE patio on the urging of russ. it was a little out of our price range in terms of what we could really afford or want to pay to rent. but this place has charm and it's so pretty. top floor of the house, cute bay window, two big closets (baby, you can have half of one!) and of course this patio, which was really what justifies it for us, especially for the summer. bbeebs and tanning parties. mmm can't wait. now all we have to do is get it! i was first to hand in my application (yay a week of being firsts!) so hopefully he does abide by the first come first serve rule. and then as of june first, we'll no longer be living in a place "the size of this table"........but all in due time, the hot water in our little apartment has been on the fritz lately, and after two weeks of saying "maybe it's just because someone used it all up" i emailed the landlord to which he figured out one of the tanks was finished. so now we just have sprint showers because the warm water only lasts for about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few nights have been sleepless, as miss oni cakes has been frightful. she just mews and meows at the top of her bitty lungs for no good reason at all, and running all around and jumping up and down from the loft bed annoying us all in the process. no wonder onikoroshi means demon slayer and thus the name of a fierce sake, i now know why, but me thinks she might be in heat! hah. our little girl is growing up, good thing her and shogi gets chopped and tied or whatever they do on monday! thank god. i still love the little brattycakes, she takes after me, a girl just needs a good whine once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven four on am: and this weather is miserable, didn't i tell you that toronto was a tease with all that nice weather we had...tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-3969184022338928277?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/3969184022338928277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=3969184022338928277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/3969184022338928277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/3969184022338928277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-may-come.html' title='what may come.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-7485175742463066708</id><published>2007-04-03T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:54:05.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darts'/><title type='text'>with all my non love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: en vogue -"free your mind"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i went to the movies and a favourite activity is to scope out the new trailers in anticipation of what 'great' movies would be in the upcoming months. and this one caught my mind, it's a movie called &lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/2007/02/03/across-the-universe-movie-trailer/"&gt;across the universe (click to see a trailer).&lt;/a&gt; what i usually avoid is movie musicals, moulin rouge i've never watched, chicago i've attempted to watch a few times but always fell asleep quarter way in, phantom of the opera was ok, i guess when i watch a movie musical it's not so much that i mind the musical talent, but i hate that they have to sing out every conversation. regardless, this movie looks enticing and i can't wait for the fall to arrive (but not before i soak up some much much much desperation of sunray in the summer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we went to drop off the car where we bought it to have it throughly inspected to see what the few kinks were. so after chilling at sherway gardens for a good chunk of time, lunch date in the foodcourt, browing books at the chapters, a stop at walmart, walking across highway overpasses and lots of adult video stores...the boy and i finally found a pub in between that and the car place. it was actually a pub/indian restaurant, still very much so authentic in it's decorative spacing and beer choices, but i have to admit the smell of curry and spices in the air had my mouth watering enough to decide to return to etobicoke sometime later on in life to try their indian dishes. however, we did snack on some of the best samosas i've had in...well forever! but the consensus between him and i are that one walking tour of etobicoke is enough in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy note, i bought myself some sexy new darts. having always used what the boy had, i finally own a set of my very own, black, pink and finished off with an english rose flight. and to break them in of course we had to visit another pub (but back in the much much better for a walking tour, downtown toronto). having pretty darts sure make me play better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one five five am: and for a day off, i sure did a lot of strenuous walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-7485175742463066708?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/7485175742463066708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=7485175742463066708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/7485175742463066708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/7485175742463066708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-all-my-non-love.html' title='with all my non love.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-5016475794353888455</id><published>2007-03-24T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:15:56.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gentle little spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: natasha bedingfield -"i bruise easily"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what was suppose to be a fun saturday night out with the girls on a token saturday day off from work has fallen flat due to an impromptu case of a burnt tongue which leaves me in pain, speechless (literally as it hurts to talk) and hungry. the only thing i ate today was this cute little carton of strawberry icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RgXDIwxuFbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FtM2OCdkdxc/s1600-h/Photo+57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RgXDIwxuFbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FtM2OCdkdxc/s400/Photo+57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045653512838321586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing they came in small packages at the local convenience store otherwise i would've been scarfing down a full sized carton....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top three wants&lt;br /&gt;1. Primark, a low-end retail shop in the uk. i just had a glimpse of some of their pieces in the debut issue of online magaziner, &lt;a href="http://amourmagazine.co.uk/"&gt;Amour.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wish i worked at free people at their office in philly, check out &lt;a href="http://blog.freepeople.com/"&gt;FP's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hopefully the weather warms up soon enough that skirts and dresses sans tights or leggings can come out and play so then i can showcase my new moccasin boot purchase fully approved by the boy over uggs. that and i couldn't bring myself to spend double the amount on a pair of uggs here when i know for a fact they don't cost that much in our neighboring contry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eight four four pm: and the gent below me holds band practices in his bachelor sized apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-5016475794353888455?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/5016475794353888455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=5016475794353888455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/5016475794353888455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/5016475794353888455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/03/gentle-little-spring.html' title='gentle little spring.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RgXDIwxuFbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FtM2OCdkdxc/s72-c/Photo+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-2345754322058433396</id><published>2007-03-16T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:15:56.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three hundred dollar jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>building up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: amy winehouse -"rehab"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's been two weeks since i started at artizia, and even though i feel old (where as i normally feel pretty young around my old man) most of the girls i work with are still in school (both college AND highschool) so as you can imagine there are some young'uns. though most people at work think i'm twenty ^_^ it's tiring being on your feet and shuffling around constantly running and walking for eight hours straight. but i must say i genuinely enjoy picking out the perfect item for someone. it's some sort of a reward when they walk out satisfied...even if it means trying on fifteen pairs of jeans before they find the one that fits great. and at three hundred bucks a pop i always urge them to try more on until they feel fabolous and comfortable at the same time. incentives at work include being able to buy a pricey pair of designer denims for 50% off. i've got my eye on a couple, and today i sold the one pair of rocks with crystals on the bum in my size to a girl who really really really really wanted them, even though they didn't even fit her quite right. kudos to that kind of "i want i need" that leads you to spend three hundred dollars on an ill fitting pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, after working for seven days straight, the boy and i finally have our weekend off together, and even though he doesn't want to walk around "cute streets with shops" or "flea marketing" i'll settle for reading books (for him), magazines (for me) and crosswording together at a pub, while we do our laundry two doors away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i did last birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RftfpixkvJI/AAAAAAAAACs/ktxtX1a5v0w/s1600-h/n508928589_33007_3736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RftfpixkvJI/AAAAAAAAACs/ktxtX1a5v0w/s400/n508928589_33007_3736.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042729375085411474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven two seven pm: amd after a tease of nice weather (to be expected from ficklesome toronto) the chill has come back to town. but i still secretly hope it'll be springish weather for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-2345754322058433396?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/2345754322058433396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=2345754322058433396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/2345754322058433396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/2345754322058433396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/03/building-up.html' title='building up.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RftfpixkvJI/AAAAAAAAACs/ktxtX1a5v0w/s72-c/n508928589_33007_3736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-1691372694350863834</id><published>2007-03-04T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:21:48.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity look-a-likes'/><title type='text'>in your underclothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: hawsley workman -"smoke baby"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/11/08/81/110881_47076959d7be5456n4ty25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/11/08/81/110881_47076959d7be5456n4ty25.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine two one pm: and i think my 24" iman is killing my vision, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-1691372694350863834?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/1691372694350863834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=1691372694350863834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/1691372694350863834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/1691372694350863834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-your-underclothes.html' title='in your underclothes'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-3792546466965675561</id><published>2007-03-04T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:05:59.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m not a plastic bag'/><title type='text'>when you think no one is looking, the whole world is staring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: blackalicious -"blazing arrow"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;a href="http://www.anyahindmarch.com/848/environmental_bags.aspx"&gt;anya hindmarch&lt;/a&gt; has come up with a cute concept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anyahindmarch.com/images/products/main/WAWWD01_high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.anyahindmarch.com/images/products/main/WAWWD01_high.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "i'm not a plastic bag" bag. it's adorable, it's witty, it's cheap for a coveted trend piece, just £5.00. now if that were true, ebay has them selling for over 150 dollars. it's kind of an irony, in terms of the message this bag is trying to achieve, but yet again society and consumerism has prevailed once again. but i'm not one to judge, i'm a victim of consumerism. still it's cute, if anyone is in the land of pounds, i'd love to receive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, it took me thirty minutes each way, for a total of one hour to travel from the bathurst subway station to sherbourne...what should have been a direct route with no train changing turned out to be a nightmare with the underground construction they are doing to the bay station, which resulted in all the trains heading north-east-south-west to be rerouted to museum for interchanges....when normally would require no interchanges as all (the east-west line). the perk was that because the train couldn't travel into the under construction bay tunnel, we got to see the old bay station, which was last in use in 1966 and is not used for training purposes and movie sets. it was eerie to see a station so empty and defaced, it was the ttc tour which lasted for a couple of seconds. but on the 'up' side, this derailment to your daily ttc routes only happens on the weekends so the bay street go-ers won't have to change their work schedule, and the tourists get to put up with the confusion on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i got bum grazed by some dirty man twice while waiting at the interchange for another east bound train when i was already going eat....first time i thought it was a mistake, second time i almost socked him, if it weren't for the billions of spectators hoarding around. so instead i chose to stand in front of a very large looming man, so if bum grazing man had the balls to bum graze again he'd have to goodie graze this very large looming man's package as well. i dont' give him so much huztpah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i officially start my first day of work. don't ask me how it goes, i already know how it'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eight o six pm: and was it ever windy outside today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-3792546466965675561?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/3792546466965675561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=3792546466965675561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/3792546466965675561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/3792546466965675561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-you-think-no-one-is-looking-whole.html' title='when you think no one is looking, the whole world is staring.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-5235310483215166348</id><published>2007-03-01T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:15:56.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap beers and pet stores'/><title type='text'>let's not give them something to talk about</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: mika -"stuck in the middle"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RecvdfrXaOI/AAAAAAAAACg/fPYIfEj5p2A/s1600-h/lovetee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RecvdfrXaOI/AAAAAAAAACg/fPYIfEj5p2A/s320/lovetee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037046892003289314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does anyone else see the, or heh not see the rest of the world because of the frightful weather outside. well i reluctantly tromped outside to buy a bag of the itties old kind of litter from the cute pet store down the street (helmutts 865 queen st w.) to incorporate into their new clumpable flushable kitty litter, which i found out last night that oni cakes does not take to. all day long she gives a little melp whenever she goes near the new litter and has yet to pee (or poop) but after the mixing remedy, she is a happy (and relieved) itty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, tomorrow i sign my papers with &lt;a href="http://www.aritzia.com"&gt;aritzia&lt;/a&gt; to embark on a new workventure. the hardest part is not to spend everything i buy on the store i work in...ohuu. that's going to be a tough one. this is a "next level" step in the relationship between aritzia and i, that began out on the west coasts of vangroover when aritzia wasn't even top ten on what is now top 5 of every teenager and young adult's shop list. every summer i eagerly awaited the annual warehouse sale out by tinsletown, recruiting the meems and the sis along for extra hands and eyes (and money!)...and now i will join the ranks of their sales team, hopefully (in not too long of a due time) i will become a manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i love us: conversation from last night:&lt;br /&gt;(in the car near home trying to find a permit parking spot at 8:30 one of the worst times because everyone has arrived home already and thus taken up all the good spots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r: dammit no vip spots, maybe we should go drive and get anoter tub of sherbet again like last night so a spot can free up in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j: but we still have our tubs of sherbet (for him) and ice cream (for me) in the fridge, let's get some beers instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r: we don't have money to spend on beers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j: yeah but we can use grocery money on beers we'll even get the cheap kind! ice cream and beer for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r: deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've become a crazy cat lady, i think there are more itty bitty pictures on my facebook than there are human ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/Recu0vrXaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/URWKhkJZ_LM/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/Recu0vrXaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/URWKhkJZ_LM/s400/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037046191923620034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's two five size pm: and it's rollllll up the rim time at tims!!! and yesterday i won a free coffee, i don't think i've won a free coffee for two years....or a car for that matter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-5235310483215166348?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/5235310483215166348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=5235310483215166348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/5235310483215166348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/5235310483215166348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-not-give-them-something-to-talk.html' title='let&apos;s not give them something to talk about'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/RecvdfrXaOI/AAAAAAAAACg/fPYIfEj5p2A/s72-c/lovetee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-4226877960655457089</id><published>2007-02-24T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:15:59.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the OC'/><title type='text'>wordless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: bob seger -"night moves"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week was the (presumably) season finale as well as the season's end all of the o.c. the huge following of season one and two, slowly died off around season three when we finally decided that marissa cooper was deathly annoying. however, when they killed her off...season four was just a disaster. but nonetheless, being a fan, and secretly in love with seth cohen, i forged on and grimaced my way through season four. the season finale of season four was a tearjerker though, not because it was exceptionally good, but they wrapped up loose ends, foretold what eventually happened with the cohens and the coopers and the extra ones entangled in their web....it was a tearjerker because through all the flashback scenes of when it all first started, it reminded me of why i enjoyed it in the first place. teen drama located on a californian beachtown. how could anyone not love the tans and hot clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is...when your boy lets you pick your own valentines day card but he still writes a cute love note inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBs1VI1QmI/AAAAAAAAABk/8jR_liiCQ2A/s1600-h/loveis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBs1VI1QmI/AAAAAAAAABk/8jR_liiCQ2A/s400/loveis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035144046863270498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and threw in a samwich maker and toaster oven as a gift just for fundamental kicks he knows the way to my heart. i no longer will have to use the real oven to toast my starchy yums. that is until i find a place to set the toaster oven up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other great random news, i attended my first toronto auto show. i was underwhemled, although i did have fun bouncing on cars we could never afford. fyi: i licked the 'concept' jeep gladiator pick up, it's mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBqAVI1QgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4VxGNd42gS4/s1600-h/DSCN2920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBqAVI1QgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4VxGNd42gS4/s400/DSCN2920.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035140937306948098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boy and his bike, a girl and her scooter (note the scooter-esque pose..just need a pink helmet to match vroom vroom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBtL1I1QoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F3c43udi_dQ/s1600-h/DSCN2925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBtL1I1QoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F3c43udi_dQ/s400/DSCN2925.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035144433410327170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBtEVI1QnI/AAAAAAAAABw/Agcv-zdE5a8/s1600-h/DSCN2929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBtEVI1QnI/AAAAAAAAABw/Agcv-zdE5a8/s400/DSCN2929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035144304561308274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the best part of the auto show was fondling the different interior finishes (the textures!) at the lexus booth )really how many different silvers can lexus come out with?) and the big hides at the bmw centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBq2FI1QkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BwCjD22mSKY/s1600-h/DSCN2914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBq2FI1QkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BwCjD22mSKY/s400/DSCN2914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035141860724916802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only everything could come in &lt;i&gt;cashmere perforated leather&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBqxVI1QjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-HZLIizYXg8/s1600-h/DSCN2915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBqxVI1QjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-HZLIizYXg8/s400/DSCN2915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035141779120538162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBrK1I1QlI/AAAAAAAAABA/lxLd_CcJ6yQ/s1600-h/DSCN2936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBrK1I1QlI/AAAAAAAAABA/lxLd_CcJ6yQ/s400/DSCN2936.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035142217207202386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other highlights included a robin's blue hummer, pastel yellow pt cruiser, split pea jeep wrangler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven four five am: and tonight i'll be in london, this is london, celebrating jonny's b-b-b-birfday!!! happy birthday jonny, i love you and i'm always here for you (even though i've been MIA lately) but you know i'm here, and you're there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-4226877960655457089?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/4226877960655457089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=4226877960655457089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/4226877960655457089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/4226877960655457089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/02/wordless.html' title='wordless.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__mQNzkGDzbc/ReBs1VI1QmI/AAAAAAAAABk/8jR_liiCQ2A/s72-c/loveis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-1641471032849350206</id><published>2007-02-20T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:33:13.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five'/><title type='text'>sleeping to waking to sleeping to sleeping to sleeping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: tegan and sara -"my number 1"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged: five by five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Five minutes to yourself: how would you spend them, ideally?&lt;br /&gt;- ideally? i would want to spend them nuggling with the boy. however, if i had to be by myself it would be to indulge in some &lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com"&gt;perezhilton&lt;/a&gt; sinfully delightful gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Five bucks to spend right now; how would you spend it?&lt;br /&gt;- on a girly magazine, perhaps a little teenvogue...yes i'm not a teen anymore, but it's a guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Five items in your house you could part with, right now, that you hadn’t thought of already?&lt;br /&gt;- the big obtrusive silver ladder that i technically need to keep to get up onto the loft bed....however, i feel as though the supremacies are on the verge of introducing the now possible ability of defying gravity - flying.&lt;br /&gt;- a book called cradle to cradle made of this wierd polywhatevermumblejumble material that is suppose to be indestructable, unless of course you cut it up with scissors, but you can read this book in the bathtub and not worry about wrinkling the pages (aside: i'm a dog earer of pages, so that's the only downfall of this book). essentially, the book is about how certain materials are destroying the environment or how some recycleables really aren't all the recycle-worthy and of course the never ending debate of how we can save the world. so, one day, i will leave this book on some starbucks table for someone to pick up read, and pass along.&lt;br /&gt;-  this black pleather, but looks like real leather motorcycle style but more sleek jacket that i've had since mmm grade 11. but for some reason i'm still holding on to it.&lt;br /&gt;- our christmas fern, as christmas is over, but it's the only green thing in our house and i feel it's osmosing clean air for us.&lt;br /&gt;- the full but empty of beer six packs lying around, anyone want sixty cents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Five items you absolutely, positively could never part with in your house?&lt;br /&gt;- photos of loved ones&lt;br /&gt;- my black michael kors with chrome stilletos-stilletos, even though they medieval-ly hurt my feet and i'll never wear them.&lt;br /&gt;- my mac&lt;br /&gt;- the itty bitties&lt;br /&gt;- shu uemera eyelash curler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Five words you love?&lt;br /&gt;- pamplemousse&lt;br /&gt;- vintage&lt;br /&gt;- (anything) chanel&lt;br /&gt;- sumptuous&lt;br /&gt;- impetuous...anything with the "uous" ending is always lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sake of putting anyone under pressure to have to tag them to complete this, at your own will and pleasure if you'd like some five thinking for your soul then well. you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven three three pm: and finally the crack of reality has struck me smack dab silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-1641471032849350206?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/1641471032849350206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=1641471032849350206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/1641471032849350206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/1641471032849350206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/02/sleeping-to-waking-to-sleeping-to.html' title='sleeping to waking to sleeping to sleeping to sleeping.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-4682613548690915791</id><published>2007-02-19T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:35:22.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>asunder this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: rachel yamagata -"find a way"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here's an interesting something...nots sure what to call it. But Cool Hunting blogged about this thing called &lt;a href="http://www.marmite.com/"&gt;marmite&lt;/a&gt; today, and it's collaboration with &lt;a href="http://www.guinness.com"&gt;guinness&lt;/a&gt;. Here's what Cool Hunting had to say about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll probably know about Guinness, but for those of you who aren't familiar with Marmite, it's a nutritious, vegan-friendly, British foodstuff originally made from the yeast left over by the beer-brewing process. Usually, it's spread thinly on toast, and for those who like it, it has a salty, almost meaty flavor. For those who don't, the flavor is more akin to that of earwax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time for St. Patrick's Day, Guinness yeast extract will be used to make a special spread, limited to 300,000 jars. It's available today 19 February 2007 for around £2.49 from supermarkets in the UK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i deem it a bit weary, and must say i'm not entirely too keen on trying it, even if it tastes like beef jerky, because as it's original name suggests, it's suppose to be jerky, not spready. that and it's alcohol free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coolhunting.com/images/marmiteguinness.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other chinese new years news, as of sunday, it's officially the new year in the lunar calender, which also marks this year as the year of the pig. now being born in 1983, that would mean me. but this isn't just any ol' animal year, this pig year also happens to be a golden pig  year. this occurance happens every 600 years. ohuuu. once in 6 lifetimes chance to experience this golden affair. The golden pig is suppose to mark a particularly auspicious year...let's hope this rings true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine three five pm: i think i'm going to go buy my very first scratch ticket ever to celebrate this "auspicious" year....or maybe just a dr. pepper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-4682613548690915791?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/4682613548690915791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=4682613548690915791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/4682613548690915791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/4682613548690915791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/02/asunder-this.html' title='asunder this.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-7136759815627313044</id><published>2007-02-14T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:02:50.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'>truest form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: the cure -"love song."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, happy valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a.wholelottanothing.org/junkdrawer/12dogs.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one o one am: heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-7136759815627313044?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/7136759815627313044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=7136759815627313044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/7136759815627313044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/7136759815627313044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/02/truest-form.html' title='truest form.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-5175056418176259555</id><published>2007-02-13T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:06:26.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac cosmetics'/><title type='text'>when the up goes down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: mika -"grace kelly."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, obsession of the day, &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/templates/collections/collection.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY20395?"&gt;MAC's new Barbie loves MAC&lt;/a&gt; line which came out today i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/www.maccosmetics.com/images/products/M89W68_261.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/www.maccosmetics.com/images/products/M89PG6_261.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tre oh la la cute. I may have to hippity hoppity scadaddle my way into my nearest mac to check out the goodies, to see if it's as cute as they seem on my 24"mac screen. In other news, i think i'm getting sick, i guess there really isn't too much of a surprise to that. popcorn for dinner isn't exactly covering all the foodgroups. Tomorrow is valentine's day. I've got a valentine, cept he has to work. pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other un-valentines day related news, this whole new blogger becoming gogs property now is messing me up. now i have to re-train myself to log-in with the new log-in. life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eight o five pm: and life is _________.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-5175056418176259555?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/5175056418176259555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=5175056418176259555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/5175056418176259555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/5175056418176259555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-up-goes-down.html' title='when the up goes down.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-4069597076253953605</id><published>2007-02-07T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:50:13.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear muffs.'/><title type='text'>i can find a way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: fergie f. ludacris -"glamorous."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, i was on a mission to find some earmuffs and a black normal boy scarf for the boy. after scouring the eaton centre, including trust departments stores a la the bay and sears, i came up empty handed. not only did i not see any ear muffs, there seemed to be a lacking in the black scarf for boys category. disspointed, i headed out into the streets to head home, and brazing the bitting wind, i purused the shops on queen st...nada. i mean i know in fashion standards, winter is technically over and that spring stock is invading store shelves now, but it's still winter in toronto and i still expect to find ear muffs and a black scarf when i want 'em in the dead of winter. well, in the end i found a black normal boy scarf for the boy and white ear muffs for moi in this little asian shop on the way home. yay go asians! i might go back and buy the cute toronto maple leaf ear muffs too, for when i go trekking out in the cold on the way to a pub to watch them lose... i mean win! go leafs go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one fifty pm: and despite every other rock/emo/punk/alternative bone in my body, i've been chilling to some really girly music lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-4069597076253953605?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/4069597076253953605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=4069597076253953605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/4069597076253953605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/4069597076253953605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-can-find-way.html' title='i can find a way.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-117053330276604501</id><published>2007-02-03T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T15:08:22.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hapilly never after.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: atomic kitten -"whole again"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty much the only times i wished i lived in the states is when i have a craving to go shopping at forever 21, victoria secret, barneys, nordstrom, century 21...you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now once again, i wished i lived in the states for yesterday's debut of the proenza schouler GO international line for Target ("tar-jay"). *sigh. albeit, all i can do right now anyways is lustfully lust after items with online window browsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/0/3987/Picture%201_0_18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/0/3987/Picture%201_0_18.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's three o six pm: and i'm patiently awaiting the home arrival of the boy, so he can take me out for a sushi dinner and the movies. either of which i haven't experienced in a long time, a movie away from the comfort of our itty bittied up futon...i hope he remembers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-117053330276604501?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-116986655562540284</id><published>2007-01-26T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:55:55.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hum a life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: fall out boy -"hum hallejuah."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, not much new stuff to report about. i had an interview with artizia yesterday, all is well, turns out i shot too high in terms of the position i originally applied for, so as a result, i guess they must've liked me and my amazing style *ahem they suggested another position with, of course the potentialbilities of moving up the fashion rank. so sometime in the next week or so i will have another interview with aritzia when the retail manager gets in town. .. let's hope they're not blowing steam in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other itty bitty news, they're growing up fast, they barely fit into bowls of mashed potatoes (example posted below) otherwise i've become attached to them quite horribly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow has finally blanketed the city of toronto, now when i look out my one window the rooftops are white and glistening. weather has dropped significantly in the last week and i must say, i was not one of those winter fanatics complaining about the blissfully warm and mild winter weather we were having (and secretly albeit maybe ignorantly hoping it wasn't global warming's calm before the storm wrath gracing upon us...). you know it's cold when the boy turns up the heat in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/1600/990334/n503903865_18216_7897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/400/25075/n503903865_18216_7897.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine five three am: and i'm glad i didn't spend money to see employee of the month, dane cook is not at his best. however, accepted was mildly acceptable...considering i had pretty lo-expectations going in, it entertained considerably notches higher than cook's catastrophe, and jessica simpson didn't even look that hot in it, her hair! that girl needed her roots touched up and some volume intact...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116986655562540284?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116986655562540284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116986655562540284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;so it's been a rough 2007 thus far. the job search is still going, i feel as though i'm close to finding jobs that intrigue me as far as the industry it's affiliated with goes. but this could just be lala me talking. i do have a plan b. but as russ says, plan a hasn't even begun to be exhausted yet. yet i say, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been put on a strict no purchases budget until further notice, or more likely, until i actually having a flowing incoming income again. soon i hope soon. the retail soul in me is wiltering. so, to at least keep it alive until then, i've resorted to online window shopping as a safe means, considering i won't be tempted with charging it to a plastic that, well i don't own. here i've come across two purchases that tickle my fancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one. pegasus wing earring in black/tatty devine/ 25 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tattydevine.com/boutique/product_info.php?cPath=2_18&amp;products_id=138"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tattydevine.com/boutique/images/bestof/wing-e2-blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two. fish bowl bookends/wrapables/29.95 US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wrapables.com/jsp/ProductDetail.jsp?ProductCode=A54135&amp;cate3=010801"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wrapables.com/images/product/A54135.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could see samurai jack and his non-existant-co-existant partner swimminglyhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the meantime i've been loving my daytimes with the itty bitties. they're growing up super fast on me, i wish they could stay little forever. although they're related, i like how Oni is fluffier, and Shogun is a little more special and dopey, but together they've got the same pair of eyes and look of mischief...especially at 4am in the mornings, when they want up in the loft bed but haven't found a way to sneak themselves up there yet, so instead they melp and quack incessantly until i break and beckon to their wishes. russ says i spoil them. i call it love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine one three pm: and my left brain is still in touch with my right and vice versa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116917285157108000?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116917285157108000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116917285157108000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116917285157108000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116917285157108000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-world-moves-on-without-you.html' title='when the world moves on without you.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-116801370196522301</id><published>2007-01-05T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:15:01.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another leg of this existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: beyonce -"irreplacable"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's been a while, the holidays came and left in a whirlwind, but for a holidays away from home and family, i must say it was still a very good one spending it with surrogate families courtesy of the boy's famalia. christmas was mostly spent in hamilton, yes i said hamilton, i've grown rather fond of hamilton, or mayhaps just the people in it not so much the city...it's still rather lacking in cityness for this citygirl. but alas. this was a christmas of firsts. i got my very first christmas stocking. well actually i ended up getting four christmas stockings! but that only made it better. the best christmas ever. this was also the first time i ate turkey for a meal every single day of last week. don't get me wrong. i love turkey, but too much turkey makes me dopey. presents were exchanged and successfully loved by all the receivers. russ got my a lovely pair of brown booties! i knew that all that whining and not subtle hint dropping about me wanting boots would pay off. ha ha. and now with my new twenty dollar pair of skinny jeans i'm ready to rock the town stomping about and making a ruckus. the kitties came along with us to hamilton for the festivities (we had to leave the fish at home, no worries he survived a few days with no food) but surprisingly the kittins were well adjusted to change and a new environment. but secretly i think they enjoyed having a bigger house to roam around in instead of our little bachelorette above a furniture store. . . they dealt with the car ride without any real scratches, Oni mostly dozed on my lap while shogun wanted to explore and was finally defeated by the fact that he wasn't allowed anywhere more than a foot away from my lap. they got along with the dogs (kevin and elizabeth) shogun making fast best friends with kevin and in turn tuckered himself out from a day of chasing each other around. it was all good. lots of beer and lots of food lots of time spent with russ makes me a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all those who seem to think i've dropped off the face of the earth...i finally got my new phone so i'm now once again reachable by mankind alike. if you know the number i'll accept your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven fourteen am: and this is day 5 of finding a job. the postings depress the hell out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116801370196522301?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116801370196522301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116801370196522301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116801370196522301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116801370196522301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-leg-of-this-existence.html' title='another leg of this existence'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-116615899582438168</id><published>2006-12-14T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:06:29.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's nothing new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: tyler hilton-"missing you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo. it's been a while since i resurfaced on the face of this earth, but whilst i'm here, me in a nutshell for the past little while has been&lt;br /&gt;-celebrating the joys of having the boyf. home and reaping the benefits that comes with being able to get some love attention and endless snuggles as well as pubbing and sushi-ing and not having to not look forward to him leaving again because the boyf. is back and staying for good. &lt;br /&gt;-watching the entire cycle 7 of antm in a span of a week. thank god for torrent downloading and a 24" screen mac.&lt;br /&gt;-eating way too much out food and not cooking at home enough. as a result, we problem solved and loaded up on loads of frozen foods. i'm sure that's way more nutritious right... right.&lt;br /&gt;-counting down the days till i can sit at home and be a bum with the kitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oh yeah that's right!!! i'm the proud new mummy of two kittins, they're both black, brother and sister, cute as hell with an endless source of curiousity for exploring my tiny apartment. at least someone enjoys the wealth of hiding space boxes and things create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;welcome world to, SHOGUN JACK and ONIKIROSHI. (oni is the nattier-fured one.)&lt;/b&gt; attached are obligatory bragging rights to pictures. still in the process of getting some good ones down, kitties don't like flashes, they get squinty-eyed or all possessed looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/1600/925262/december%20%2706%20-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/400/251353/december%20%2706%20-08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/1600/529781/november%20%2706-%2089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/400/532956/november%20%2706-%2089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/1600/999927/november%20%2706-%2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/400/654190/november%20%2706-%2091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/1600/306345/december%20%2706%20-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/400/632923/december%20%2706%20-20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/1600/285279/december%20%2706%20-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/400/270191/december%20%2706%20-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/1600/804165/november%20%2706-%2092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1161/471/400/639609/november%20%2706-%2092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's twelve o three am: and i haven't been this up this late in a long long while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116615899582438168?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116615899582438168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116615899582438168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116615899582438168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116615899582438168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-nothing-new.html' title='it&apos;s nothing new.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-116286146085520338</id><published>2006-11-06T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:06:56.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>secretly, we all have a secret, secretly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes i spinning: the killers -"exitlude"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the countdown is on. two weeks before the boyf. comes home from the v'couv. he hates it there and i love him for it because it means he's coming home to me!!! i can't wait. in the meantime, i've been keeping myself busy with shows i watch on my 'tv' aka, my mac and slowly building back up the beer tolerance for my boy's homecoming with random nights of going out. like this past saturday, lauren's brother graced toronto so we thanked brady back by taking him out for a night on the town which included dinner at college st. bar, i totally recommend going there for a cute dinner date, the food was fantabolous, not one bad thing to say about it, except that it ended too quickly and there was no more food left at the end. afterwards we hit up paaez for a shot of liquid cocaine before we headed back to the lover's for a few more beers and then off to old stomping grounds: the brunny, followed by frat house mania: madisons and late night king's crown: sneaky dees. hah. we did ourselves proud. it was fun going to places i don't really frequent anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend: one last girls night out saturday without the boy in town, better get my boy fancies out of the way.....remember hot girls travel in packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren's big 2-4 @ schmooze/easy on the fifth/shallow groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1901_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1901_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1902_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1902_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1903_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1903_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1904_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1904_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1905_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1905_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1920_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1920_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1924_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1924_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1928_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1928_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1932_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1932_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1946_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1946_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1954_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1954_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hallow's eve: a few house parties and ended up courtesy of the hour gained at velvet underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1986.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1987.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_2016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_2017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_2017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_2029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_2032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116286146085520338?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116286146085520338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116286146085520338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116286146085520338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116286146085520338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/11/secretly-we-all-have-secret-secretly.html' title='secretly, we all have a secret, secretly.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-116173300159686453</id><published>2006-10-24T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:36:41.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've yet to become enlightened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: def leppard -"bringing on the heartbreak."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, she booked her first deal today. dubiously thrilled of course and proud to bear a few more dollars in the bank account with her name attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seven two eight pm: in spite of it all, the worst becomes the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116173300159686453?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116173300159686453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116173300159686453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116173300159686453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116173300159686453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-yet-to-become-enlightened.html' title='i&apos;ve yet to become enlightened.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-116129742069598594</id><published>2006-10-19T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:38:53.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an unbecoming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: lost prophets -"last summer"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, love is when a man fetches my beer, rubs suntan lotion on those hard to reach places and we sit silently basking in the sun enjoying a good read and each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/Kris_sBday_06-047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/Kris_sBday_06-047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;work it baby, work it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's six three oooo pm: and i believe tomorrow is friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116129742069598594?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116129742069598594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116129742069598594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116129742069598594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116129742069598594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/10/unbecoming.html' title='an unbecoming.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-116104834108442908</id><published>2006-10-16T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:29:13.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what matters is what hasn't been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: jimmy eat world-"futures"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this past weekend has been tiring. it was the loverette's 24th, i mean err 19th birfday bash and of course festivities were involved. girls night out on the friday to schmooze and easy...easy has definitely undergone a full club makeover, what used to entail just a bit of class and poshness to the place has been completely washed out for a meatmarket. saturday night was most delightful with a visit to shallow groove, it was fun to rip up the dance floor once again and show that we still knew what the word debauchery means, even thought it was only a dabble. downside, shallow groove seemed to think it was funny that last call was at 140 and not 200. alas, better all around. i'm sure pictures will show up eventually, we'll shoot for before the new year hits, but don't quote me on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there is about two months and some odd days before christmas dawns before us and the boy comes back for a visit filled with snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/piggy1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/320/piggy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/piggy3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/320/piggy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine one eight pm: and i'm becoming accustomed to a more regimented life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116104834108442908?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116104834108442908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116104834108442908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116104834108442908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116104834108442908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-matters-is-what-hasnt-been.html' title='what matters is what hasn&apos;t been.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-116093268855749509</id><published>2006-10-15T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:35:43.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>solstice changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: the get up kids -"mass pike"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's recap the summer that has passed in visual formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's birthday bash @ clounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1184.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1188.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1219.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random night @ brant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1232.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greenie's farewell @ hey lucy's, as she leaves us for law school out west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1779.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1786.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1783.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1792.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/IMG_1775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/IMG_1775.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end note? well, i'm sad to see that hard earned bronzed goddess look has long since faded. another summer has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's four two eight pm: and the queen street car likes to screw hard sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-116093268855749509?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/116093268855749509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=116093268855749509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116093268855749509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/116093268855749509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/10/solstice-changing.html' title='solstice changing.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115980082568106547</id><published>2006-10-02T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T10:53:45.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've seen your face a thousand times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: hawkley workman- "we will still need a song"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's going to be a good month. i have a job, which i officially start training for tomorrow, and i have my spanking new 24" imac to keep me company otherwise. yes, you read correctly, 24". it's not small feat for man but definitely a big leap for me, this thing eats my 12" ibook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ten four seven am: and today is shopping bonanza for work clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115980082568106547?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115980082568106547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=115980082568106547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115980082568106547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115980082568106547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-seen-your-face-thousand-times.html' title='i&apos;ve seen your face a thousand times.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115960227092740306</id><published>2006-09-30T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T03:44:30.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it's hard to ignore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: snow patrol- "run".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 gives and takes of the day:&lt;br /&gt;1. having acquired a new job, means i can now stay put in le toronto without the meems shipping me to the hk.&lt;br /&gt;2. listening to really mellow songs but really loudly at 319am really puts you in a solemn mood.&lt;br /&gt;3. rehashing memories of the past with people from the past and recollecting the past is &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;4. if i could take it all back, i wouldn't change a thing...well maybe one.&lt;br /&gt;5. the truth be told is that you can never really supress all the doubts. maybe i am meant to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't made it to the wee am hours in a long time, although i seem to have made a habit of it in the last three days. maybe i'm just reminiscing the good ol' university days when i slept late and woke up early all while marching to the beat of my own boots. however, i really am going to miss sleeping in, even though my idea of sleeping in lately has been till 1030. but now i'll be at work from 830-530 monday to friday. ah, how the 900-500 days have changed. i'll let you know how i like my new and employed life soon enough. i'm sure it'll have it's glory moments (being financially independent, finally!) and it's basket cases (having to act my age and wear hot office clothes), wait did i mention that i get to dress up ini hot office clothes? you know how when you're five you play dress up and pretend you're all grown up...why do i still feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living la vida solo really does bring on it's lonely moments. like now, in case you reading this haven't sensed the gloominess lurking above my head yet. Eeyore's got nothing on me right now, except he's missing a tail, and well i don't have one so i guess that's one ahead for me. i've got samurai jack, only because his daddy ditched him for the sunny west coast of vancouver...heh. on most days, jack blows a fart bubble or two when i get up in the morning, now if only he could learn to make me breakfast in bed. i have hope, there is always more room for knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll leave you with my inspirational message of the day: head towards the blinking red light, it'll lead you to my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's three three seven am: and it's just another morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115960227092740306?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115960227092740306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=115960227092740306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115960227092740306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115960227092740306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/09/sometimes-its-hard-to-ignore.html' title='sometimes it&apos;s hard to ignore...'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115957670196034726</id><published>2006-09-29T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:38:21.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>official.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: ben lee- "float on."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's official, i'm employed. work/training starts on tues. fun life is over, real people job career life begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i was the only one in canada that didn't realize thanksgiving is next weekend. that's what you get for not having close familiy members who celebrate thanksgiving close by. kristin, why did you have to abandon me for cold cold cold edmonton? did i mention it was cold? i think i might have to crash the greens thanksgiving dins for a little bit of homecookin' loving of turkey and pumpkin pie. i miss the greenies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/2006May2-451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/2006May2-451.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eight three one pm: and i miss the summer, for more reasons than one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115957670196034726?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115957670196034726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=115957670196034726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115957670196034726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115957670196034726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/09/official.html' title='official.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115957627825887036</id><published>2006-09-29T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:33:17.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i tell it like it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: tegan and sara-"i know i know i know".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from hundreds of miles yeah, you cry like a baby&lt;br /&gt;you plead with me, shout, scream, tell me I'm staying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know I know I know, I'm still your love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from the last place that I wanted to fake you laugh with me, shout, scream now tell me you're staying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know I know I know, you're still my love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same as I love you, you'll always love me too&lt;br /&gt;this love isn't good unless it's me and you&lt;br /&gt;box after box and you're still by my side&lt;br /&gt;the weather is changing and breaking my stride&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know, it's just this day&lt;br /&gt;house after house, just like car after car&lt;br /&gt;you see club after club and it all seems so far&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know what else are we here for&lt;br /&gt;the same as I love you, you'll always love me too&lt;br /&gt;this love isn't good unless it's me and you&lt;br /&gt;stick your hands inside of my pockets&lt;br /&gt;keep them warm while I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;tell them this love hasn't changed me, hasn't changed me at all&lt;br /&gt;last night I was writing about you&lt;br /&gt;I know my screaming and shouting won't keep you&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know, you're still my love&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to the sound of you working&lt;br /&gt;you're one room right over, stressing and loving me&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I know, be still my love&lt;br /&gt;the same as I love you, you'll always love me too&lt;br /&gt;this love isn't good unless it's me and you&lt;br /&gt;stick your hands inside of my pockets&lt;br /&gt;keep them warm while I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;tell them this love hasn't changed me, hasn't changed me at all&lt;br /&gt;stick your heart inside of my chest&lt;br /&gt;keep it warm here while we rest&lt;br /&gt;tell them this love hasn't changed me, hasn't changed me at all&lt;br /&gt;the same as I love you, you'll always love me too&lt;br /&gt;this love isn't good unless it's me and you&lt;br /&gt;the same as I love you, you'll always love me too&lt;br /&gt;this love isn't good unless it's me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/1600/couple.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1161/471/400/couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eight two four pm: and it's only a little less than three months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115957627825887036?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115957627825887036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=115957627825887036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115957627825887036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115957627825887036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-tell-it-like-it-is.html' title='i tell it like it is.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115665510328087479</id><published>2006-08-27T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:06:21.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you can never know what will be unless you begin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: christina aguilera-"i run to you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that these days most people think too often to ask, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"why would i?" &lt;br /&gt;instead of, &lt;br /&gt;"why &lt;b&gt;wouldn't&lt;/b&gt; i?"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one zero zero am: and the city tonight is a little cold a little windy, but in a surprisingly sweet way. see, being alone in a cold bed really isn't that bad. it's when you start to think, then, you're screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115665510328087479?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115665510328087479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115454127944182859</id><published>2006-08-02T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:54:39.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if only i never asked your name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: norah jones-"turn me on"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've arrived safely in toronto. almost without a hitch. no. that would be too fortunate if my international travels ran so smoothly. no planes were delayed by significant amounts, but somehow, when re-checking in chicago, my big bag made it but the white box did not make it toronto on my flight. thus, as a result, i will be waiting for it to arrive tonight. fun times. at least they're quite efficient in location the missing item and returning it to its owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i lied, no pictures. i believe i left my picture cd at home. booourns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one five one pm: if anyone needs a playmate catch me while i'm free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115454127944182859?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115454127944182859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=115454127944182859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115454127944182859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115454127944182859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-only-i-never-asked-your-name.html' title='if only i never asked your name.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115435860507156758</id><published>2006-07-31T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:10:05.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm breathing deeper than i've ever known.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: the trews-"poor ol' broken hearted me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, just as i thought that i could get by this full three weeks without an encounter with a cockroach, i was wrong. one flew down out of nowhere as i was hitting tinkle-town yesterday. scared silly and frozen on the tinker, i bellowed for the sister to come save me and bless her good soul she did. otherwise i would be the tale of the girl who died going tinkle because she saw a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's official, with this sighting i am outta here tomorrow morning bright and early to embark on an 18 hour long journey back to the great country O' Canada. i just hope someone manages to pick me up from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures soon to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ten five five pm: and somehow i still managed to cart home one big full suitcase...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115435860507156758?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115435860507156758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115407549519906901</id><published>2006-07-28T04:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T04:31:35.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another day of becoming almost human.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: the white stripes-"i just don't know what to do with myself"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i know that i can't be the only one who thinks this lady is pretty hot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x98.xanga.com/7c8a34056733360360766/b40455938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://x98.xanga.com/7c8a34056733360360766/b40455938.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know it's time to leave the hk when a lizard bigger than the size of your middle finger happens to stroll along the wall behind your desk, less than 3 ft from your face and dissapears behind the desk...i will be having fitfall sleeps tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH. ok it's really time to go he just crawled across my desk...and the meems just scared me with baby lizard stories. i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's four two six pm: and i'm going to buy a bag tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115407549519906901?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115407549519906901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=115407549519906901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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so vain"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as it seems, i think today i officially got over my jetlag. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my top 5 words in lieu of "look"&lt;br /&gt;1. peruse&lt;br /&gt;2. gander&lt;br /&gt;3. look-see&lt;br /&gt;4. oogle&lt;br /&gt;5. reconnaissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a summer hong kong girl. every pore in body refuses to accept the summers here. my wishes to lay on a beach has been squashed by my more reverent self to rather instead impale myself over a white picket fence than to sit baking in 40 degree weather+humudity to become golden brown. who would've thought that i could ever be deterred from the beach scene. thus, i am losing my wonderful canada day tan over these few weeks. i guess the bright flourescent lighting in my house doesn't count as uv rays. alas, the things i do for air con, it's become my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f195/lokana83/jasonbrooks2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f195/lokana83/jasonbrooks2.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine o 4 am: and you've already faded to become a distant memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115370375762922287?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/115370375762922287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=115370375762922287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/115370375762922287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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other side of the equator seems to partying it up. i feel a tad bit jealoux. i spent my saturday night curled up in bed with a fluffy novel while i fell asleep admist many more novels. Dan Brown's &lt;i&gt;deception point&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;digital fortress&lt;/i&gt; make a good re-read and an adept pillow, while Bill Bryson's &lt;i&gt;a short history of nearly everything&lt;/i&gt; sufficed as a snuggle toy and the nooks and crans are littered with mindless nora roberts readings. not that i'm complaining, it's the lifestyle i chose to partake in everytime i come home, snuggled undercovers with a cup of chinese tea and a pack of pocky sticks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sigh. however, i still long to put my dancing shoes on, glammed up, red wine buzzed and ready to go head out for a night on the town. alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.mazoo.net/archives/jason_brooks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine four four am: and the taxi has arrived to take me to church. have fun everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-115206098434212295</id><published>2006-07-04T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:56:48.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another turn in this twenty second decade of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: texas -"say what you want"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i've become accustomed to blogging only once a month now. i get so caught up in my own life that i guess i don't really think of you anymore. hah. not true. i've just become lazy with the summer sun and really don't log on as many hours on le internet as i used to. crazy. yeah. i know. however, exciting things soon to come, in one weeks time, say this time next week i will officially be on another continent and in another time zone. not so crazy crazy. heading home for three weeks for some lax time and being a homebody with the meems. looking forward to sushi and steaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to keep me company on this treacherous eighteen hour flight home is my new friend. meet: nintendo ds lite, accompanied by the new mario bros. world game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xataka.com/archivos/images/nintendo_ds_lite-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of the old times of playing mario bros. on the big bad grey gameboy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for more stories from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is eight five one pm: and my stint with KI officially ends this friday at 3pm, lookout for me on a patio somewhere in the downtown core celebrating this victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-115206098434212295?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114946093495743024</id><published>2006-06-04T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:57:44.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom from one self comes at a high price.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: michael learns to rock -"the way you look"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's that time of year again. junetime. it's my month. but as always, the weeks leading up to my birthday is more exciting than the days before it. however. there will always be SOME fun to have. tomorrow night. c-lounge. we'll see how that goes down. i'm always looking to dress up and have fun. an opportunist on the prowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june should be an exciting month. awaiting a much needed vacation away from toronto and head home to the hk. it'll be hot and monsoon-y i hear. but you do what you have to do for some R&amp;R. hah. yeah. i like to go home and be my mee mee's baby. i can finally feel myself breaking away from the trappings of toronto. it's this restless-ness that's been prolonging for the last year and a bit. the need to move away from here. i've finally been researching some schools in the land down under. i'm excited. a good transition to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides all that. this week i work a bunch. but if anyone manages to catch me and wish me a good twenty third year of this life, i thank you in advange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. it is that time of year again that always seems to happen around this puppy lover's birfday ---&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.woofstock.ca/"&gt;http://www.woofstock.ca/&lt;/a&gt; and if anyone is so inclined to come puppy oggling with me. you know wheres to finds me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's six-three-eight pm: and there's something there between him and i. i just need to figure it out i guess.&lt;div 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jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114856923104334395</id><published>2006-05-25T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:00:31.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it can never be truly dictated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: ben folds-"best imitation of myself"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is: will always have a place in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe I should: stop procrastinating and actually finish unpacking my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love: sushi, and snuggles, and shoes. oh. and puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't understand: how some people can dress so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I lose: my attention all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People say I: am a bit of an oddball, a cheeseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love is: a wild ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Somewhere, someone is: doing exactly what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I will always remember: moments that start a catalyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Forever is: scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I never want to: lose a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I think the current President: needs to change his tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When I wake up in the morning: i make noises and go back to lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My past has been: building up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I get annoyed when: people don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Parties are for: me me me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My dog is: imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My cat is: imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kisses are the best when: they're unexpected and spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Tomorrow is: friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I really want: laze around on a beach with a coconut drink in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I have low tolerance: because i am a cheap lush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. In public: i'm not very observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Today: thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. My last dream was about: some wierd guy peeing in my apartment. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I suck at: tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I'm going to: work in 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I think war is: inevitable for the most part. but unecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. My friends are: few, but precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I want to live: in australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. my boyfriend thinks i am: for once i can't answer this question because it is n/a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. it makes me happy when: i see puppies on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is eleven am: and it is another full day of work at the 'office'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114856923104334395?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114856923104334395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114856923104334395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114856923104334395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114856923104334395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-can-never-be-truly-dictated.html' title='it can never be truly dictated.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114754582910217917</id><published>2006-05-13T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:43:49.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: journey-"don't stop believing"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been an interesting month. there's been bad accompanied by good. and then once in a while nice frivolous gestures. all in all a lot of lazing around, i do what i do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is two five one pm: and the sun is still shining bright for another day, due to be doomed with rain clouds. the weather gods are sad....that or they've got the most ridiculously small pee-bag for the next couple of days that needs to be tinkle-town-ed on toronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114754582910217917?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114754582910217917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114754582910217917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114754582910217917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114754582910217917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/05/amamo.html' title='&lt;i&gt;amamo&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114537539426078630</id><published>2006-04-18T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:49:54.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>belated to all affairs but my own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: the legions of doom -"hands down ghandi"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/missinghk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/missinghk.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven four nine am: and i believe in praying for the greater good of mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114537539426078630?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114537539426078630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114537539426078630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114537539426078630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114537539426078630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/04/belated-to-all-affairs-but-my-own.html' title='belated to all affairs but my own.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114461415577670435</id><published>2006-04-09T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:57:54.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not sure exactly how it happened but i think it was along the lines of i met you and you met me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: taking back sunday -"make damn sure."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i feel like i am running the last leg of this race called "finishing university" i feel as though my training as a high school track star has failed. what used to be the anchor of a 4x4 relay team has now dwindled to what i call a mess. i have exactly one day left to crank out one project, and two assignments. . .so this is what it feels like to be a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, on the bright side, my awesome skills at being a procrastinator left me to reminisce on the travel diaries of last summer as this summer (hopefully) approches i leave you a snappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caption one: i was in this one bookstore in florence on a nice sunday morning purusing when i suddenly heard thunder loud panting coming from somewhere in the store, one peek around a wooden cornered bookshelf and i was faced with this muscle packed creature. he definitely fits into the "so ugly, it's cute" category. i shall name him howard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/ita2.JPG" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when summer comes, i think i need to recruit some roadie buddies. those interested please apply within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is four two one pm: and the sun is shining bright outside, but not in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114461415577670435?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114461415577670435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114461415577670435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114461415577670435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114461415577670435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-sure-exactly-how-it-happened.html' title='i&apos;m not sure exactly how it happened but i think it was along the lines of i met you and you met me.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114411418596127702</id><published>2006-04-03T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:29:45.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: the postal service-"sleeping in"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had the strangest dream&lt;br /&gt;Where everything was exactly how it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;It was just a man with something to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slightly bored and severely confused&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He steadied his rifle with his target in the center&lt;br /&gt;And became famous on that day in November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me I plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in &lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me I plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last night I had that strange dream&lt;br /&gt;Where everything was exactly how it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Where concerns about the world getting warmer&lt;br /&gt;The people thought they were just being rewarded&lt;br /&gt;For treating others as they like to be treated&lt;br /&gt;For obeying stop signs and curing diseases&lt;br /&gt;For mailing letters with the address of the sender&lt;br /&gt;Now we can swim any day in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine two nine pm: and i'll see the sun shine again after april 13th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114411418596127702?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114411418596127702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114411418596127702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114411418596127702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114411418596127702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114306016999355289</id><published>2006-03-22T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:14:08.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's going to be a different kind of change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: nothing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at my restaurant (KI modern japanese+bar)i got to seat the deliciously yummy jason behr. Who knew he was in toronto!? I should've introduced myself, or at least made an acknowledgement that i knew who he was, and who he is is a super hottie! Hah, a few of the girls and i made a fuss among ourselves, I am such a cheeseball. but i mean this is the first closest brush i've had with a celebrity which i'm slightly in love with, honestly, i sat the guy at table 15, he didn't want a coat check though. . .only josh hartnett could top this jenny celebrity citing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr behr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gfx.filmweb.pl/p/48339/po.69582.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-he's even more scrumptious in real life than he is on the roswell screen. hah. roswell. i think it's time to watch some more roswell, the one where future max comes back to dance with liz to "i shall believe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to utilize the gogs to tell me if he's filming in town or he's just here on a random trip to pick up asian girls that work at modern japanese restaurants. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's three four one pm: and i'm one tired jenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114306016999355289?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114306016999355289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114306016999355289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114306016999355289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114306016999355289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-going-to-be-different-kind-of.html' title='it&apos;s going to be a different kind of change.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114231376925091228</id><published>2006-03-14T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:27:44.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mustering words of self content.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: a headache &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When u looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought of?&lt;br /&gt;-how much i just wanted to snuggle myself back into the hopefully still semi-warm bed with yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?:&lt;br /&gt;-a grand tally of 16 dollars for the rest of the week, or until bradley gets paid on thursday :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST":&lt;br /&gt;-ZEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;-pluto, it's the 'tiny' one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;-dunno, it's too far away to check. okay so i lied it's sitting on the table beside me, but then that would still require movement to check. so dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't have one. i don't have a normal decent 'ring'. they all have to be some crazy melodies, so right now it's set to the wannabe super mario brothers tune. crazy asian phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-bradley's warm fuzzy urban outfitters long sleeve shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-only with cool titles like POOP MASTER J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;-well, seeing as i'm snuggled under the covers already, that would be no brand of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;-i like both, and to be of appropriate lighting at the right times. so if it's noon on a blazing sunny day, don't give me five o clock shadows or midnight moon lightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey last?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't think of them much actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;-watching the last episode of 24 season 3. in the words of jack bauer: "DAMMIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;br /&gt;-i don't really utilize the text message function on my phone that often, but the last text message was from the guy living in my new place right now informing me of when he'll officially be out and the place will officially officially be MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11?&lt;br /&gt;-bloor and spadina, but soon to be half a block away! yay for the best grape candies ever, oh and stale strawberry candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;-i dunno, but i think i say a lot of words that end in "-ly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you they loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;-the boy who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last fluffy thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;-the expensive ones at the store that i lovingly caress my cheek with but can never bring myself to splurge on when i can get five dollar ass scratching towels from wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-okay at first read i thought it said "last fluffy towel you touched", but no it actually says last fluffy THING, which would be of course, the fluff monkers ABBERS!!!! she was being all mischeivous outside playing some some paper lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past three Days?&lt;br /&gt;-i popped a vitamin C tablet. OHhhhh. okay so i lied, i actually popped 5 vitamin C tablets, but i think the recommended daily dosage is only 3. REBEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. how many roles of film do u need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;-none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;-three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;-myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;-hahah funny, i actually had to check because i forgot, but it's a cute illustrated poster from the Brampton Indie Festival back in february that i never actually got to attend even though i wanted to go see The Most Serene Republic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;-yes lauren, i did put those underpants on your door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;-a million bucks. i could get a big screen tv, heck i could get you AND your friend a big screen tv as well, then fly our asses down to hawaii and surf it up like a rockstar, and then maybe buy a sweet boutique loft place and if there's money left over i'll donate it to the puppy foundation, but only after i buy myself a sweet little puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;-i like a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who?&lt;br /&gt;-yous, yous and especially &lt;b&gt;YOUS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's twelve twenty seven am: and tomorrow is training for KI part deux. this is the part where i finally ACTUALLY to taste all the delicious sushi they only taunted me with the descriptions of on saturday's training, only to succumb to the fact that i don't get to taste it till tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114231376925091228?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114231376925091228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114231376925091228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114231376925091228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114231376925091228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/03/mustering-words-of-self-content.html' title='mustering words of self content.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114208801882562401</id><published>2006-03-11T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T09:40:18.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saving my best foot to put forward at a later time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: jenny lewis-"portions for foxes."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so last night the greeners and i had a long-over-due date and a half. she graced the dupont residence (maybe for the last time ever before we all move out) to play. it began with a very indulging and satisfying sushey dinner at of course none other than sush on bloor. when i move neighbourhoods (from the annex to the trendy queen st w.) i'm gonna miss sush on bloor being a 10 min walk away. i'm going to have to find my next local sushi haunt. yummers. okay, so sushey dinner was had with guest appearance put in by the miss Lmac and we all had ourselves a great time complete with ice-cream at the end. when you're with these girls they go all the way there is always room for ice cream! mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop: after we dropped the working lauren off at home, me and co-slacker green went off to do ourselves a little shopping. however, with two whole hours of quality s hopping time, we didn't really get much done. only managed to mosey ourselves into 4 shops before time was up and the mall was closing. but it was successful enough for the one of us. the more important one. the one with MONEY! that one isn't me for those playing along in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping: we scurried ourselves up to the movie theatre as we (smart ones we are) bought tickets for the movie BEFORE we went shopping as we knew FAILURE TO LAUNCH was on it's opening night. successful opening night i might add. the theatre was rammed with people of all sorts, from girlfriends doing a girls night out, to your coupley couples doing their couples night out...to boys !? doing their boys night out thing??? no comment. although there are comments on le movie. it was stupendous. and not only because matthew mcConaughey is H-O-T, but because it's one of the better love movies i've seen. i compared it to being v. similar in terms of a 'good jenny love movie', to an example being A LOT LIKE LOVE, with ashton kutcher and amanda peet. so yup. but downside to after watching this movie is that, the weather in the movie was unbelievably summery. SJP was in pretty cute pretty cute pretttttty dresses and cute little summer outfits. and did i mention it was summer weather in the movie!!! a jealous little girl i am. i have to be like the rest of toronto and wait for my summer to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although on the note of summer...it is coming. i can feel it! i can i can! the weather is being cooperative for once. and when you see the skirts coming out in full blast (albeit with boots and tights) you know that summer is just spying on us around the corner waiting for just the right moment to spring out at me and say HELLLO JENNNNNNNN!!! and then when that happens you can find me on the deck at bradley's house or at the beaches with my new bikini on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine four five am: and i am up this early  because i have to go sign my new lease to make my new place officially mine. officially! then it's off to training for a new job that is in uncharted territories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114208801882562401?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114208801882562401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114208801882562401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114208801882562401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114208801882562401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/03/saving-my-best-foot-to-put-forward-at.html' title='saving my best foot to put forward at a later time.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114183940218769983</id><published>2006-03-08T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:36:42.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>falling apart, coming together, falling apart, coming together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: alannah myles-"black velvet"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is finally coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's twelve four to pm: and i'm smiling again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114183940218769983?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114183940218769983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114183940218769983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114183940218769983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114183940218769983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/03/falling-apart-coming-together-falling.html' title='falling apart, coming together, falling apart, coming together.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-114168715933642111</id><published>2006-03-06T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:19:19.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a time of estrangled times and changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: finch -"ender"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo. it's been a long hiatus from the blogging world, and i am officially back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i got really great news, after a good few weeks of hard endless and not so successful house hunt, i finally found my place. it was looking really grim there for the last little bit, it's hard finding a place when you don't have an income. that was duilly noted. but now, now, you are looking at an offically 'trendy' queen w. resident. on the same streets as the art galleries and cute eats. my place is tiny, it's literally just a room (bachelor) but i'm now in love with it, it's really quaint and above a furniture store. YAYYYYY. if you are not clausterophophic then you are all welcome to drop by if you're in the area for a cup of tea and a good gab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, it is going to be a crazy few next weeks with packing up and moving and unpacking and working part time as a LINDT master chocolatier handing out free gold bunnies and driving a mercedes smart car dolled up like a gold bunny, and lastly, finishing up my last year of school. this is definitely going to be a whirlwind kind of time. OH and thanks to utm, my last final of my university career is one of those special saturday exams. . .i guess it really doesn't affect me, but it's just funny. saturdays were not meant for school silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's six two four pm: and tonight there is two hours of 24, and in the words of jack bauer: "DAMMIT, we're running out of time!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-114168715933642111?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/114168715933642111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=114168715933642111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/114168715933642111'/><link 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underway as the feeling of being overwhelmed and boggled down resurfaces, and i suppress it with my nature to procrastinate and pretend that i don't have work to do until the day before it's done. haha, well at least it's nice to know that i can work well under deadlines with the fire burning my bumm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the weekend, sounds like it's going to be a snowy one, if anyone would like to invite me on a trip to anywhere tropical, please let me know i'll clear my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had the chance to build a jenny army:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x22.xanga.com/843b26fbc173124944502/b12266738.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x22.xanga.com/843b26fbc173124944502/b12266738.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x22.xanga.com/843b26fbc173124944502/b12266738.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's five four three pm: and the job hunt/apt hunt isn't going so well. if anyone would like to hook me up please do. this is a post of hook me ups!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113900624938846071?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113900624938846071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113900624938846071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113900624938846071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113900624938846071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-has-authority-to-say-its-over_03.html' title='who has the authority to say it&apos;s over?'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113857510853994462</id><published>2006-01-29T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:51:48.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when there's no where else to turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: stars -"calendar girl"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's been mostly a staying in sort of weekend, with the once a week outing that my wallet allows. which didn't turn out to be the jordan knight fest that it should've been. alas. a house party was in second for my calling. i guess. normally i don't really like house parties that much, but this one was okay, for one main reason. being, that the washrooms were well equipped with extra rolls of toilet paper incase the existing roll ran out. considering, for the most part i drink beers at parties for the laziness of not having to mix a drink, this results in me having to visit the tinkle town alot, because i admit to having a small pee bag that doesn't hold a lot. i would say that one beer makes about 2 trips to the tinkle town. so the worst is entering a bathroom and seeing that there are no squares of white fluffy goodness left of the roll. which will then results to me cringing, then checking my pockets for extra wads of leftover tissues from who knows when...or as a last resort drip dry. so at this party this weekend, i had the liberty to change the empty roll to a new extra big roll of toilet paper. this made me happy. and then i proceeded to drink more beery with a reassured mind that yes the next i visit the washroom there will be toilet paper on the roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's five five four pm: and it's time to start another disk of my felicity season one marathon. i love noel. &lt;a href="http://noelcrane.com"&gt;http://noelcrane.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113857510853994462?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113857510853994462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113857510853994462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113857510853994462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113857510853994462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-theres-no-where-else-to-turn.html' title='when there&apos;s no where else to turn.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113771962344403948</id><published>2006-01-19T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:13:43.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's another thing to do on another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: the radio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo a couple of weeks go, shortly after i arrived back in toronto, i went out, girls were involved, booze was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schmooze:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devil's martini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/j99.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like there will be repeats happening tomorrow night. stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eight one nine pm: and i'm craving some raw feeeeeeeeesh! aka. sush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113744892732829942</id><published>2006-01-16T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:04:57.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's never over</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: jay-z and linkin park -"numb encore"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo. i don't really have anything of real importance or of intellect to say... sooooooo in lieu of substance here's another chance at getting to know me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. jennifer&lt;br /&gt;2. jenny&lt;br /&gt;3. beautiful... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. adaptable&lt;br /&gt;2. creativeness&lt;br /&gt;3. super multi tasker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. laziness&lt;br /&gt;2. procrastination&lt;br /&gt;3. needs to challenge myself more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. hong kong&lt;br /&gt;3. a dabble of the blond streak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:&lt;br /&gt;1. failure&lt;br /&gt;2. the washrooms aka "a hole in the ground" in china&lt;br /&gt;3. loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. water&lt;br /&gt;2. kitty petting&lt;br /&gt;3. kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. blue striped underpants&lt;br /&gt;2. my poopy sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;3. hot pink thermal shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS: &lt;br /&gt;1. straylight run&lt;br /&gt;2. death cab for cutie&lt;br /&gt;3. deftones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. the acceptance -"so contagious"&lt;br /&gt;2. straylight run -"it never gets easier"&lt;br /&gt;3. death cab for cutie -"earth angel" (cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. a fanatic for doggies and kitties&lt;br /&gt;2. likes my vegetables, including spinach&lt;br /&gt;3. finished reading ender's game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. make myself start my school work ahead of time&lt;br /&gt;2. make it through movies if i'm tired without dozin off&lt;br /&gt;3. not oogle at the cute doggies as they walk on by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;hopping&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;urfing le internet&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;nuggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. lay on a beach and soaking up the HOT sun&lt;br /&gt;2. be out wandering the city in the HOT sun&lt;br /&gt;3. drinking a cold beer on a patio in the HOT sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. actually putting together a new house when i move in three months and not just half ass unpack and never really fully put anything away.&lt;br /&gt;2. i'll play half life with bradley&lt;br /&gt;3. take a jewlery making class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING: &lt;br /&gt;1. something in the advertising industry&lt;br /&gt;2. something in the fashion industry&lt;br /&gt;3. a trophy wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. costa rica&lt;br /&gt;2. anywhere in mayheeko for cheap&lt;br /&gt;3. europe (london, berlin, amsterdam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. have a chance to pursue an enjoyable career&lt;br /&gt;2. have my own doggie/kitty to snuggle and play with&lt;br /&gt;3. finally have a feeling of success and fullfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's five o six pm: and i think i'm officially over my jetlag. which is really too bad. it helps me get up in the mornings. OH and if mother nature is perhaps reading this, i would like to put in a request for an early summer. how is it that summer NEVER comes early in this city, but winter always seems to come quickly and end late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113744892732829942?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113744892732829942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113744892732829942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113744892732829942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113744892732829942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-never-over.html' title='it&apos;s never over'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113693794397795526</id><published>2006-01-10T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T19:05:43.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another excuse to ignore my life for another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: imogen heap -"hide and seek."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo. i woke up today with the all out intention of attending my first design class of the year at sheridan. i woke up at the right time no snoozing...took a shower, got all pretty, packed up and walked to my car. LO and BEHOLD, my car starts, however, all the lights on the dashboard are lit (oil, battery, even the parking lights). so here i am all miffed because i thought for once i was going to make it to school on time. turns the lorider off and on a few times but no dice. fortunately the car is still running at the moment so i drive it to my trusty midas down the block to get it looked at. apparently they think the "cluster" behind the dashboard is shot. . .awesome. hopefully they'll get the car back to me by tomorrow morning. they still haven't called met yet though. . .i'm a little worried. i shouldn't miss my terribly terribly boring class that i have with jonny on mondays and wednesdays, he might literally have me assasinated, because i AM that important folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. times to get readies to head out to rol sans. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seven oh seven pm: and i'm one sick girly. sniffles, boogies, runny nose, taking 5 hour naps in the middle of the day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113693794397795526?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113693794397795526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113693794397795526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113693794397795526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113693794397795526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-excuse-to-ignore-my-life-for_10.html' title='another excuse to ignore my life for another day.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113615960120057577</id><published>2006-01-01T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:04:54.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>truly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: beck - "broken drum."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two oh oh six is here. and for all those involved it's the year of the canine. and for all those confused in the chinese calendar year, it's the year of the dog.. but not just yet, as chinese new year hasn't passed yet, so it's not officially the year of the dog but come end of january my red pockets will make me a little richer. in the meantime for an early commemeration but always appreciated a little asian superstition here's a fortune telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joycedesignsinc.com/horoscope/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://joycedesignsinc.com/horoscope/dog.jpg" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was going to be butbut's year. and as i've already previously mentioned a few posts ago button wasn't faring so well in the health department. her kidneys failed and she has passed away. a tribute to the stinky winky (march 4 1994-december 17 2005) we love you we love you we loooooove you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/stinkywinky.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days and i am coming back to town toronto. bring out those buckets of (pink) paint and crusty brushes, chill those coronas and put on your best dancing shoes because jennyfer is coming to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seven five seven am hk time: and next year is my year. the year of the pig, boar, swine..........however you want to say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113615960120057577?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113615960120057577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113615960120057577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113615960120057577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113615960120057577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/01/truly.html' title='truly.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113606274119070790</id><published>2006-01-01T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T22:54:49.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not going to be another wasted year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: death cab for cutie - "the new year"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo. 2006 has already arrived for me. i brought in the new year chiling at a old friend's house along with a few other bodies. it was nice to not have to deal with the hoards of people that roam the streets on a hong kong's new year's eve. it's trouble i tell you. midnight rang with champagne in non-fluted glasses and memories from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year's resolution you ask? ask me again in a few weeks and i'll tell you if i was able to keep it for even just a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i wish everyone around me a healthy year filled with more ups than downs, but take the happy as they come and only feel sad when you need to. if there is one thing i vow to do this year is to live it with perseverence...i have a feeling i'm going to need it and in great huge doses as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's four oh one am hk time: and i'm somewhat glad to see the doors close on 2005 to bring me 2006. my horoscopes say this is going to be MY year....although i think that's what it said the year before too... hummmm smells fishy to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113606274119070790?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113606274119070790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113606274119070790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113606274119070790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113606274119070790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-not-going-to-be-another-wasted.html' title='it&apos;s not going to be another wasted year.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113560411952191367</id><published>2005-12-26T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T08:35:19.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't bring myself to waste another minute in this world we've created for ourselves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: des'ree - "kissing you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo. i hope everyone had a good chrissymassy and that everyone is well on their way submersed with some sort of a plan to bring in the new years. for now at least. as for me, we'll see. options are filling up the streets with the rest of the hongkong population, that or someone opens up a house for everyone to party in i guess. honestly, the old fogey in me just wants to stay at home cuddled up in warm jammies and snuggling up next to my mee mee and yawningly if i make it to midnight make my one resolution that i can never seem to keep. other more enticing options of finding a handsome prince beneath a sprig of mistletoe at the stroke of midnight is not an option and will only remain a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week's trip to hainan island, china, wasn't as tropical as we hoped. as we went during the few coldest days of the year. yippee. so my dreams of suntanning away was doused as i trudged along in long pants and sleeves. bourns. however, as usual, i managed to come out with a few good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i present, the jenny dork gallery:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/dork1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/dork2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/dork3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/dork4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/dork5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/dork6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/dork7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look more carefully, i'm trying in vain to catch the coconut from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the "artsy" picture of the trip:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the lovely LO ladies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/china1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/china2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/china3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those playing along at home who want to see more of my not so sundrenched vacation they only have to visit &lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/miss_jink12/album?.dir=3d02&amp;.src=ph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime. i am most scrumptiously enjoying my all fun all play holidays at home. i try not to think about the few tomorrows left i have here as that would mean that when january fourth rolls by i'll be back at home in toronto and that would mean that i would once again be in bitterly winter snowy cold weather, that i would have to start looking for a new place to move into and that i would once again have to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nine three nine pm hk time: and if i had a million dollars i'd splurge on a week's stay in a five star classy hotel complete with room service and a heart shaped hot tub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113560411952191367?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113560411952191367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113560411952191367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113560411952191367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113560411952191367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-bring-myself-to-waste-another.html' title='i can&apos;t bring myself to waste another minute in this world we&apos;ve created for ourselves.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113474664369009767</id><published>2005-12-16T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:25:16.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saving myself from myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: aaliyah - "i miss you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a bitty picture update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little and baby cousin picking me up at the airport, don't worry the meems was there as well to hold their dear small hands. funny how i'm the only one paying attention to the camera though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for the first 65 crawford kegger that i will not be gracing my presence with. and since there is no way that i am lugging these mini heiney kegs all the way back with me to the great north america, i decided to take a picture to remember them by. (taken at the city super in new town plaza).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear butbut, freshly showered and not looking so happy. we're bundled up under her winnie the pooh blankie. what a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven three ohhhhh pm (hk time): and my heart is super restless as we face another uncertain night worrying over the sick and weak family dog. she only has to make it through one more night before the sister comes home from australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113474664369009767?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113474664369009767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113469380008536867</id><published>2005-12-15T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:43:20.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're an old habit that i am trying to break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: bright eyes - "the perfect sonnet."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo. i'm finally home. well haha i've been home for a few days now. after a horrendous trip which included leaving toronto three hours late because of the snow friday morning. which meant that we were leaving dallas as a result, which made us an hour late arriving in osaka, which meant that i missed my connecting flight to hong kong from there. so they flew us from osaka to tokyo to stay a night in a hotel and in the morning we had to take a bus from tokyo haneda to the narita airport. one hour later, we finally got to check in and there were no more hassles or glitches and delays. aside from a really worried mee mee because i didn't show up at the airport on my previous flight which she thought iw as still on and still arrived on time. opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was sunday. and now it is thursday. i am on hongkong time, which means we're thirteen hours ahead of toronto for those who are wondering. and i'm half over my jetlag, half not. heh. haevn't done much thus far. as usual. out of pure laziness. but there's sad news this december for the lo family. the precious and much loved butbut isn't faring so fat lately. that's the family dog for those who don't know the lingo. her kidney isn't working so well lately and she's refusing to eat or drink or anything. there will be no chrissymas pressies this year, all the love and attention goes to the dog. as well as really pricey vet fees. but we must do what we can for butbut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i am going on a short vacation to a tropical island in china..... yes. china.... i'm not impressed. i may have to pee in a hole in the ground which we all know that i'm hardly capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seven four seven pm to. time: and well. all i want this christmas if for my butbut to get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113469380008536867?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113469380008536867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113469380008536867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113469380008536867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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consisted of doing errands and on sunday i was shooting some documentation for my "adopt a fruit fly" print project blitz on queen st west. it was super cold, and after a while i just lost all feeling in my hand until we made the right decision to duck in for the usual coffee + a shot of white mocha for me and a caramel coretto for him. they had my favourite lite blend of coffee brewed today, butter pecan. otherwise i always go for the irish cream. and it's usually only here where i drink coffee.  where i can get special flavour blends and flavour shots to douse the otherwise bitter taste of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been on the 401hwy since the summer, and saturday morning i found myself on the 401 again to head into scarbytown to pick up my plane ticket. where i found that i was just an electronic plane ticket that i picked up. i questioned to myself of why i had to drive (even though it really didn't take that long) to get here to pick up my electronic ticket when i could've printed it out myself. hmmmmmmm. speaking of printers. i hate printers. or just my own, they never seem to work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i hate the wintertime:&lt;br /&gt;-wal mart is an absolute pain in the ass to go to on most days, but during christmas it's even worse.&lt;br /&gt;-old people can't drive. even if there wasn't any snow on the floor to hinder them, they still managed to not see me driving my car and decided to pull out infront of me causing an almost accident that was only saved by god himself and some miraculous reflexes i managed to save from when i last used them all to prevent a broken nose on course by a ball fast flying towards my face and unspeakable speeds. old people should be banned from driving. or get some new eyes.&lt;br /&gt;-the bitter cold makes for an unhappy jenny. there is some niceness to being able to pull on a sweater because you're a little chilly, but when you've already got a sweater on, complete with  booties, mitties the whole ensemble but somehow you still y manage to feel cold...then well. that's when i hate the wintertimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in exactly four days i will be taking off for hong kong to escape from this snowy misery for a few weeks. but until friday morning, there's lots to be done, lots to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFE6E8&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;Your Boobies' Names Are: &lt;b&gt;Dessert and Dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/boobiename.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Boobie Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's three three nine pm: oh and the not so most exciting and not the cheapest part of my recent weekend is getting my car out of impound. 220 dollars poorer, the lorider is back in my posession.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113381492340976045?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113381492340976045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113381492340976045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113381492340976045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113381492340976045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-another-five-days-left-in-me.html' title='there&apos;s another five days left in me before i crash.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113315800203669479</id><published>2005-11-27T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:08:59.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes wondering if i'll be the biggest failure to come...but i must've done something right along the way because well...i'm still here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is currently spinning: the national -"mr. november."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo. it's officially been three years since this 'was never really on the market, but definitely off the market" girl was single. that's right folks, i've hit the trinity mark. i guess the boy and i have never been big into couple-ly like celebrations, as i'm spending tonight suffering from seperation anxiety like a newly brought home pup detached from the gentle warmth of her meems. heh. however, i'll give a little peep of a 'hurrah'! like the no-where-near british bird i am and do a little happy dance in my 'hot pants'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as surmised by most men and boys alike, this is absolutely hilarious (and sadly has some ring of a truth to it) and it will save your life, if not make it a little easier to live with that femme significant other you might feel so lucky to have, but sometimes wish that she wouldn't be such a 'girl'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRL DICTIONARY....reading between the lines.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Fine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This is the word we use at the end of any argument that we feel we are right about but need to shut you up. Never use fine to describe how a woman looks, this will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Five Minutes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Translates into, 'this is half an hour'. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your hockey game is going to last before you do whatever it is she wants you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Nothing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This means something. Be on your toes. Nothing is usually used to describe the feeling she has of wanting to rip your face off. Nothing usually signifies an argument that will last five minutes and end with the world fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Go Ahead (with raised eyebrows):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Translation: "I dare you". This will result in her getting mad over nothing and will end with the word fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Go Ahead (with normal eyebrows):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Translation: "I Give Up" or "Do what you want. I don't care." You will get a go ahead with raised eyebrows in a few minutes, followed by a nothing and fine. She will talk to you in about five minutes when she cools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Loud Sigh:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; THis is not actually a word, but it is still a verbal statement misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are a moron at the moment and wonders why she's wasting her time arguing with you over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Soft Sigh:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (again, not a wordm but you know...) She is content. Your best bet is not to talk or move or breathe and she will stay content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Oh:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This world is followed by any statement is trouble. Example: "Oh, well, I just talked to him about what you were doing last night...". If she says oh before any statement, run -- do not walk -- to the nearest exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;That's Okay:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can say to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before repaying you for whatever it is that you did wrong. You do not want to be there when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Please Do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This is not a statement. It's an offer. She's giving you the opportunity to come up with whatever lame excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is you've done. You have a fair chance to tell the truth here. Be very careful and you shouldn't get a "that's okay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Thanks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; She's thanking you. Don't feel faint, just say, "you're welcome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;Thanks A Lot:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; This longer phrase is not to be confused with thanks. She'll say, "thanks a lot" when she's actually seriously peeved at you. It signifies that you have hurt her in some callous way and will generally be followed by the loud sigih. Be careful not ot ask what is wrong after the loud sigh, or she will say, "Nothing" and raise her eyebrows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was spent happily lazing around without a care in the world. a diet consisting of all things chocolate, chips and greasy food and of course a 'healthy' intake of greens. we were so lazy that in the effort it took us to go buy tickets for the most serene republic show on saturday...we ended up choosing to enjoy the leisurely life of making another molded dent into the couch. snuggles were for free of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven four five pm: and there is officially two school weeks left before i would've cranked out two huge projects (which have not been started) and i'll be leaving on a jetplane to hong kong to escape this deathly winter weather for a blissful month. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113315800203669479?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113315800203669479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113315800203669479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113315800203669479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113315800203669479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-wondering-if-ill-be-biggest.html' title='sometimes wondering if i&apos;ll be the biggest failure to come...but i must&apos;ve done something right along the way because well...i&apos;m still here.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113263659936799519</id><published>2005-11-22T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:16:39.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>growing tired of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: deftones -"digital bath"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspace-538.vo.llnwd.net/00280/83/50/280200538_l.gif"&gt; &lt;--- okay honestly, does anyone else &lt;b&gt;love love LOVE&lt;/b&gt; this as much as i do!? heeee. i want a tiny mouse/hammy/gerbil hybrid humping my clicker it could be my new bestest friend. cept i think it'll get lost underneath the covers. i think i need something more snuggable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much has been happening lately. aside from my car choosing to break down on me on the first windy icy snowy day of the year! grarrrrw. of course. it had to choose friday to break down. and resulted in me trekking on the dreadful missisauga transit via 3 transfer of buses to reach the boy's workplace and procede to wait in a timmies for caa to haul it's tow truck over here to haul the lorider downtown. after three hours of waiting my wish finally came true. after three hours. if i never sit in another tim hortons again i will be that much happier and i will never view that tim hortons red in the same joyful caffienated light again. sooooo 950.99 later, the lorider came out of emergency room with a brand new battery and alternator and all vitals signs pointed to healthy. bah humbug. i hope everyone else had a less costly weekend than i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's twelve two ooooooh am: and i'm feeling an early bout of the winter blues sneaking up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113263659936799519?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113263659936799519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113263659936799519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113263659936799519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113263659936799519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/11/growing-tired-of-us.html' title='growing tired of us.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113195247617893723</id><published>2005-11-14T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:18:01.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little less foreign.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: deftones -"be quiet and drive"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exxxx or no ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own over 5 rap CDs&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own an iPod or MP3&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Disney Movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a sucker for hair/eyes&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I don't kill bugs. &lt;br /&gt;[  ] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I paid for that cell phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a&lt;b&gt; (basketball) &lt;/b&gt;sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well. (well i try)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I would wear pajamas to school&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I love Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am in love with love&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I smoke a pack a day.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I loved Perks of Being a Wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I loved Go Ask Alice.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've been out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am comfortable with being me. &lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games. &lt;b&gt;tetris!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Saw a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I Had a serious Surgery&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have Kissed a Stranger&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Swore at your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Kicked a guy where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been close to love&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;[xxxx] Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Gotten stitches &lt;br /&gt;[  ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hourx&lt;br /&gt;[x] bitten somebody&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been fired&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Ever had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stole something from your job/school&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been married&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Had children&lt;br /&gt;[x] Saw someone dying&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;[x] Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been Skiing&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Been to a moto cross show&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Lost a child&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gone to college&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Dropped out of high school/college&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had someone cheat on you&lt;br /&gt;[-] Miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. now that that really brought you and me closer together. the real question here is that i haven't really done a whole damn lot now have i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's two one eight am: and the in-laws is a hilarious movie. oh and did i mention how i love ryan reynolds because he's a funny one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113195247617893723?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113195247617893723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113194327363259061</id><published>2005-11-13T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:41:13.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a journey i think i need to go on alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: deftones -"change (in the house of flies)"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo...let's see. thursday night was happenings at newly introduced to me place called 'the underground'. it's so underground that the door of the place doesn't even have the name posted. apparently only the people in the know get to go. haha except it's not like every other pretentious club around town where you have to be specifically guestlisted to get into. this place was just kind of hidden almost dirty bar with a live band playing cool covers. the place sold me so much i didn't wants to leave...but alas, branthouse was the destination in toll for last call. debauchery to be had by most and yet another innocent night of dancing with the boys but not to bring them home. sometimes, i don't think people understand the platonic relations that can take place in a setting where there is music and drinks in hand. sadly, not everyone understands the concept of being there to "have a good time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this weekend i took another step closer to being rol san's bitch. as i actually had rol sans two nights in a roll. on a lovely friday evening, followed by a drunken saturday night after the phoenix. both times was just as delicious. and sometimes you just need a little of the dirty chinese greasemonkeys in your belly to feel satisfied. especially after a rather dissapointing night out at the phoenix. high cover...for a place that's serving the religious rock crowd. however, the highlights of the night include the dance off between the asian yoga/tai chi master guy and the chick that was clearly high on a little white pill. funny how there's always a token crazy asian guy dancing at dirty rock clubs. ie. funny 80's robotic dance move guy at the dance "bat' cave, the punk, leather wearing wall humping guy at phils in waterloo and now the yoga busting arm pointing towards the sky guy at the phoenix. have anymore sightings let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my lonely sunday night in. i broke the rule and went to blockbusters alone. i spent forever trying to pick a movie, you'd tihnk it should be easy since i'm the only one i have to please...but alas i came up with uptown girls (because i caught the first bit of it on tv the other day and didn't get to finish it, surprisingly sweet aside from the annoying b.murphy), grind (which i've watched but needed to watch again because i lacked a little adam brody in my life today considering i haven't been tapped with the seth cohen ass lately) and the in-laws (which i have yet to watch, but it has ryan reynolds and he's a hottie!). and now my night ends on a sour note as i've forgotten my newly brought GOOD toothpaste that doesn't give me cankersores and mouth ulcers like no end and my new toothbrush at his house. i am sad. woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven four five pm: and i needs a pick me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113194327363259061?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113194327363259061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113194327363259061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/113194327363259061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blackwood project. i'm feeling pretty awesome about it. i've gotten a pretty damn good mark on it thus far. however, next week it's back to our individual project of the year and i'm still absolutely lost as to what i should do. i have problems of commitment to my work. i really need to find something that i feel passionate enough about to want to deal with for the next 5 months. hmmmmmmm. which means that tonight is a entire night devoted to vegging out because i don't enough of that..... haha. and eating the chips that i swore that i wouldn't touch another one of yesterday. welps. that was yesterday and today is a brand new day and i want chips. damn cravings. must be that time.... of ____ ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorow will be wonderful day of not having to gets up early and shopppping with the girlies. i have a list that i must stick to. no diverting from. i can only make purchases on selected items. however when friday comes.... i'll have monetary funds at my expense again. wheeee payday. i've never had the chocolate bar, but if the feeling is anything close to as sweet as having cash money in my pocket i'll be willing to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo here's my latest find in cute pictures and i LOVE LOVE LOVE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nicholasroussos.com/images/porcupine-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i don't know how i stumble upon such ridiculousness. but it's soooooo funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seven two tooo pm: and abbycats is miouwing at my door.. prolly because i'm the only one home right now and she wants snuggles and attention almost as much as i do. *hrumph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113149552670626193?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113149552670626193/comments/default' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113130959851140730</id><published>2005-11-06T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:13:19.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>listfully lustfully fully fully full.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: broken social scene -"hotel"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo. it's a windy sunday afternoon. the weather network tells me that winds are clocking in at 50-60km. that's a lot. life has been prett mellow lately. going out only when the bank of lauren funds my night out such as last thursday's girls night out and LOT 332. it was... umm. okay. not so special. won't be running back there anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hypemultimedia.com/pics/140173.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hypemultimedia.com/pics/140223.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hypemultimedia.com/pics/140222.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend has been severely poverty stricken. if i don't get something nutritious into my body really soon, i'll be a poster child with a bones sticking out everywhere. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's three fourty three pm: and my room smells like cat pee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113130959851140730?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/113130959851140730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=113130959851140730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is...-"classifieds"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo. yesterday was my halloween. and of course knowing the every so crazy lauren halloween meant dressing up as something ridiculously funny and absurd. so that meant out the door went the sexy nurses (sorry bradley), the sexy cop, bunnies, kitties anything else furry cute and slutty... and this is what the genuises at headoffice concocted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TROPHY WIVES: you can bring us home to daddy, but never to mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/trophy1.jpg" height="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entroducing blinging, glamming, literally gold dusted trophies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/trophy2.jpg" height="400" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bradley as a 70/80s camp counselor at "CAMP tijuana....do you wanna?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/trophy3.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right ladies, he's allllllllll mine, tube socks and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/trophy4.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may be trophy wife #due...but she's still looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/trophy5.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously...pat us on the back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night didn't really turn out as planned...however, the shower at the end of the nice felt really really really nice. even though it took me around 4 and a half scrubs before i was officially less golden...however, today as i sit at work i notice that there are still gold flakies embedded into my pores. yay. solid gold forever. till next year... what else gold can we be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven three one pm: and i cannot waits till the next paycheck. living the poverty life doesn't look so good on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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thunderstick. what's a thunderstick you say, i don'ts know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to say, so not much to read, just open your eyes and absorb the few goodnesses i have below. girls night out with miss jelly and miss lauren. what was suppose to be a 'classy' night at the branthouse turned into good ol' times at my apartment which has been completely revamped and not so bad anymore. good times had by all those around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/myapt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/myapt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/myapt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/myapt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/myapt5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is another fun crit day at printprintprintprintprint!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven one three pm: and my room is cold :-(&lt;div 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jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-113017114208696489</id><published>2005-10-24T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:25:42.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while since you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: eels -"mr e's beautiful day"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didja know...&lt;br /&gt;Name: jennnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 060683&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: h to the k.&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: downtown toronto.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: delicious sultry browns.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: more less delicious browns.&lt;br /&gt;Height: five-five&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: righty&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: token asian. chinese, although everyone else seems to mistake me for either japanese, or some sort of a mixed race. meeeeeehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/camme.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: uuuuuuuuggggggs.&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: excessive spending.&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: failure.&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: the right kind of crust, not too thick, not to thin, not too crunchy, not too smooshy with a pileload of meat on it.&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: get through my last year without giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: lately it's been nooooooo. must sleep some mores. it's cold outside and warm under covers. more snuggles!!!&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: too many to name... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: being young and not worrying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: dr. smoooooth.&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: ummm. pass.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: both have their good points.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: nestea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate of course.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: tea, early grey please, two milks, two sugars.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: unwillingly. &lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: i pretend i can when i'm in the car and think no one's watching...&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: haha i try...&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: luckily yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: am going.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: someday. not in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in yourself: yes. it has to be a yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: sometimes yeah. then i gets all burpy.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: momma says yes.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: no. i try to be sometimes. but then the chocolate and the chippies all call my name in unison.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: yes. mostly when i'm indoors snug as a bug looking outside onto the dreary world with bolts of lights. that's when it's the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: i lay claims on the pots. i'm still a little rusty on the pans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: yesssum.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:  nooomum&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: does advil count.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: on an assortment of dates. as long as i get bradleysnuggles.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: unfortunately yes. it's my one downfall.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: hahahaha yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: nooooo. this makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: uhhh no.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: i hope not!&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: tooo coold. brrr.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: maybe some tshirts from brad. but i'm not returning them.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: if i said no would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: haha yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up:  no barfights to add to the list yet.&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted:  no.&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: in a tragic tale of evilness... or something painless.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: a trophy wife.&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: i woudln't mind going back to europe. or someplace exotic like costarica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: pretty ones.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color:  whatever works for the guy.&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: prolly short, but i also like the longer shaggy look where it's begging me to ruffle and run my hands through the mop.&lt;br /&gt;Height: meeehhh.&lt;br /&gt;Weight: as long as they're not anorexic. . .&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: just don't wear pants that are only barely hanging on by that bump you call an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: . . .........&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: haha. ummm. i don'ts know.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: a few&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: only one.&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: there are a few. but i try not to think about them too much and just concentrate on not making more. but sometimes, they're inevitable. lifelessons i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's twelve two eight pm: and someone pullllleeeassee get me the hells out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-113017114208696489?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112977840035130794</id><published>2005-10-19T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:20:11.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unbeknownst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: snow patro -"crazy in love"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"i bling yo"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muchmusic.com/insidemuch/stuff/fergie_on_repeat.asp"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;sure she's not much to look at up close and maybe personal. but slap those abs on my jiggly tum and i won't be complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-black-eyed-peas.de/assets/images/bep3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven two two pm:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112977840035130794?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112977840035130794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112977840035130794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112977840035130794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112977840035130794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/10/unbeknownst.html' title='unbeknownst.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112967300238024775</id><published>2005-10-18T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T18:08:46.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>walking down a path vastly unknown by me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: mae-"we're so far away"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;currently munching on: oreos, dipped in milk.&lt;/b&gt; you see. the other night. around well i don'ts remember, but say around 2am, bradley comes in with an orea in his hand. me being the lazy bum, didn't want to have a bite because then i'll have to gets all the way up, put on some pants and walks all the way over to brush my teeth _again_. sooooo i sat there watching him eat the cookie, and i just knew knew knew that i'll be craving those little suckers in the very near future. so here i am, after a grocery trip to loblaws and my one indulgence of 'snack' item spent towards the bag of oreos i'm sitting with my cup o' milk and a few cookies being that stereotypical poster child on the commercials quietly munching away on my oreos and squiggling my glasses back up my asian nose with no arch to hold them there in the first place, that, hey wait a minute, here's the thing, &lt;b&gt;I DON'T EVEN LIKE OREO COOKIES!!!&lt;/b&gt; end of story &lt;br /&gt;(and ridiculously long sentence, don't sic the grammar police on me, you'll be doing them a favour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brianmadden.com/images/brian%20madden%20fried%20oreos.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ps.&lt;/b&gt; whoever the hell of a brain of a person is that concocted the idea to make oreos or other chocolate substances deep fried has a sicksicksick mind. and not sick, as, in the "ebola" term kind of way. . . (sorry &lt;a href="http://www.brianmadden.com/brian/"&gt;brian madden&lt;/a&gt; for jack-age of picture of said fried oreo cookies being consumed *shudder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's six o six pm: and lords of dogtown here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112967300238024775?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112967300238024775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112967300238024775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112967300238024775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112967300238024775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/10/walking-down-path-vastly-unknown-by-me.html' title='walking down a path vastly unknown by me.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112959167197075312</id><published>2005-10-17T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:33:30.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tickle my fancies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: broken social scene-"hotel"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/hamster" width="250" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="clr=0x857559&amp;amp;cn=shannanigans&amp;amp;an=the+cool+jenny" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's alllll mine. to keeps forevers and evers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seven three one pm: and read read read read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112959167197075312?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112959167197075312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112959167197075312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112959167197075312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112959167197075312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/10/tickle-my-fancies.html' title='tickle my fancies.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112956415455041883</id><published>2005-10-17T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:49:14.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a weaker side hid from the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: straylight run -"with god on our side"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your initials&lt;/b&gt; - JL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever been given a ring&lt;/b&gt; - surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly(?) no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Relationship&lt;/b&gt; - it's almost coming upon three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times have you dropped your cell&lt;/b&gt; - a billion. you can count the scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last sport played&lt;/b&gt; - does foosball count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 things you spend a lot of money on&lt;/b&gt; -  clothes, clothes, clothes, clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 things you ate last&lt;/b&gt; - a bagel, miss vickies sweet chilli chipies, chicken quesadilla turned fajita and toblerone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 people that hurt you&lt;/b&gt; - you over there and ummm you sitting way over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 favourite song&lt;/b&gt; - well right now i'm listening to mae -"the sun and moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;where do you live&lt;/b&gt; - currently it's toronto. some would say 'home' is hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;high school attented&lt;/b&gt;- cdnis, ics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cell phone service provider&lt;/b&gt; - rogers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 favourite mall stores&lt;/b&gt;- does winners count as a store? heh. ummm h&amp;m and urbanoutfitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;longest job held&lt;/b&gt;- on and off for about three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you own a pair of dice?&lt;/b&gt; - no i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you prank call people?&lt;/b&gt; - maybe if i had something funny and unappropriate to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last wedding attended&lt;/b&gt; - a long long loooonnng time ago. some relatives son getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favourite lake?&lt;/b&gt; - ummmm. i'm not sure if i have a favourite lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how many harry potter books you've read&lt;/b&gt; - the first three in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;age of first kiss&lt;/b&gt; - umm i think my first proper proper kiss was around fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favourite fast food restaurant&lt;/b&gt; - umm. i'm not sure i'd use the term 'favourite' in conjunction with fastfood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;biggest lie you've heard&lt;/b&gt; - i'll stop using the credit card. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;where did/do you go to college&lt;/b&gt; - utm. but really it's only sheridan right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;can you cook?&lt;/b&gt; - heh i think i can only make a few combinations of food. as i listed off in the grocery store the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what kinda car you drive?&lt;/b&gt; - a slowly distintegrating sunfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best kisser&lt;/b&gt; - oh you know. josh hartnett....wait that was my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;worst kisser&lt;/b&gt; - butbut. they're stinky and overly slobberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;most hated food&lt;/b&gt; - anything overcooked and mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thing you like most about yourself&lt;/b&gt; - i'll always smile in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thing you hate most about youself&lt;/b&gt;  - spending habits. and how sometimes it takes me FOREVER to decide what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;have a secret you can tell&lt;/b&gt; - i like bon jovi. and teen vogue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;favourite movie&lt;/b&gt; - hmmm. well last movie i watched in the theaters is domino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last concert&lt;/b&gt; - boysnightout/starting line/motion city soundtrack/falloutboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;last movie rented&lt;/b&gt; - hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is going to be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven five two am: and i just can't wait for this year to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112956415455041883?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112956415455041883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112956415455041883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112956415455041883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112956415455041883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/10/weaker-side-hid-from-sun.html' title='a weaker side hid from the sun.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112915022615236126</id><published>2005-10-12T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:50:26.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a daring prelude of intricate words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: mae-"ready and waiting to fall"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo yesterday. i made an impromptu stop in at best buy. i haven't been to best buy in who knows how long. and i wonder why nots. as much of a mega store it is, it's kind of fun. i walked out with the season one dvd set of desperate housewives. considering that i've only ever watched maybe a third of an episode, and i really have no idea what the premise of the show is. i've neve really heard any bad things about it. thus my purchase. on the receipt accompanying the ladies were lords or dogtown and an apple keyboard. the apple keyboard is for bradley so he can continue to write me love messages and lords of dogtown was for me to oogle the cute skater boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night after a delicious meal at rol sans. we hunkered down on my futon bed and watched the first episode of desperate housewives. not to spoil the show for anyone who hasn't seen it. it was delightful enough that i'm already eager to watch the second episode tonight. and prolly the third, and fourth and fifth... and who knows how many i'll kill through before my eyes beg to be rested with some beauty sleep. the possibilites are endless i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night is a mae concert at the reverb. i really wants to go. saturday night is a death cab for cutie concert. which i also really wants to go. if anyone has tickets and wants to hook me up HERE I AM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's four five three pm: and i'm alone in the print room at sheridan. there are no woes here. just me and my lonesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112915022615236126?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112915022615236126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112915022615236126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112915022615236126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112915022615236126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/10/daring-prelude-of-intricate-words.html' title='a daring prelude of intricate words.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112866972268315755</id><published>2005-10-07T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T03:25:24.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to hate and to fear is to run and to hide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning straylight run-"hands in the sky (big shot)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.straylightrun.com"&gt;straylight run's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; new EP, "prepare to be wrong". it's five new never been released songs + a slow descent. straylight run has always been in highrotation on the iTunes, and i'm glad for new songs to throw in the mix. they are all worthy to hit the 'repeat' button for. i've always been impressed with what they've done with themselves, good job john nolan for leaving TBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, finally got around to hear the latest &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whatismae.com"&gt;mae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; album, "the everglow" and that once again reminded me of why i loved them so in the first place. they're in town playing the big bop next thursday with circa survive. i am crossing my fingers and toes that i do get to go. this finger is pointed at &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; ---&gt; brad. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow begins the weekend of thanksgiving goodness. and as evidently pointed out up above, i also have the accompanyment of a few great bands to listen to and it's not only music to my ears, but a truckload of cales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today made me happy because:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the 32 (with humid ex) degree weather in october!&lt;br /&gt;2. the 32 (with humid ex) degree weather in october!..it was so nice that i drove all the way home on the highway with the windows rolled down and the music full blast.&lt;br /&gt;3 .the 32 (with humid ex) degree weather in october!...i got to wear a tank top in october and wasn't freezing.&lt;br /&gt;4 .the 32 (with humid ex) degree weather in october!...did i mention it's october that this is happened in!?&lt;br /&gt;5. the 32 (with humid ex) degree weather in october!...made me so happy it deserves five hallejuahs.&lt;br /&gt;7. the thought of turkey&lt;br /&gt;8. the thought of pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;9. the thought of stuffing&lt;br /&gt;10. the thought of other assortments of pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's three two four am: and call me beautiful, it'll put a smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112866972268315755?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112866972268315755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112866972268315755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112866972268315755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112866972268315755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-hate-and-to-fear-is-to-run-and-to.html' title='to hate and to fear is to run and to hide.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112862091889630173</id><published>2005-10-06T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:05:01.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as close as it gets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: simon and garfunkel-"bridge over troubled water"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Armani who art in Holts.&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be thy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Thy Prada come.&lt;br /&gt;Thy shopping done.&lt;br /&gt;On Bloor St. as it is in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Give us this day, our Visa Gold.&lt;br /&gt;And forgive us our balance.&lt;br /&gt;As we forgive those who charge us interest.&lt;br /&gt;Lead us not into Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;And deliver us from Sears.&lt;br /&gt;For thine is the Chanel, the Gaultier, and the Versace.&lt;br /&gt;For Dolce and Gabbana.&lt;br /&gt;Amex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one five one pm: and work is really beginning to pile up at my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112862091889630173?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112862091889630173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112862091889630173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112862091889630173'/><link rel='self' 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and paid 15 ridiculous dollars for parking to see the nintendo fusion tour with headliner fall out boy with panic at the disco, boys night out, motion city soundtrack and the starting line. it was a sold out show and rumours were drifting about of scalpers offering prices of 120-150 for a single ticket...unfotunately i didn't sell mine for that lump sum. but after an unecessarily long lineup (that wasn't just for the hot dog guy) we made in to see everyone play. i think the best set was put on by MCS. and after waiting forever after TSL and for FOB to begin...my feeties were beginning to tire out. it was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. the chicken parmasean sandwich with your choice of mashed potatos or salad at FUTURE on bloor is delicious. but be forewarned to not try and split it with a mega poutine on the side with a S/O unless you've both got big appetites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seven one six pm: and the night pifilters away as i continue to put off doing my research presentation that much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112838120989839298?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112838120989839298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112838120989839298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112838120989839298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112838120989839298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/10/trying-to-figure-it-out.html' title='trying to figure it out.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112803200586472215</id><published>2005-09-29T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T18:13:25.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a decade short of a victory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: third eye blind -"i want you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo. last night was a usual girls night out that we haven't had in a while. and random it was. as usual i guess. we started off the night with dinner and 3.50 martinis on wednesday on the rooftop patio of hey lucy's. "mixed and mingled" with the table next to us. it was wierd. got an invite to their party this saturday. i forget the address already, but it was in their loft pad. which would be fun to check out nonetheless. after we consumed a reasonable amount of martinis each, the popular choices for the nighit was chocolate and lychee marts. we headed down to menage a few doors away to reminisce the charlie's angels regular digs a la two years ago. funny thing was, the 'usual' bartender we had was still there. dave is his name. and when we asked if he remembered us, he did. who knows if he really did. but the angels were hot, so i don't doubt that he really did. hah. chatted up the evening with a bunch of suits. and we were off to rol sans afterwards for some late night greasy eats. mmmm. suffice enough to say that after my night o fun out, i woke up this morning with a nasty hang. haven't experienced one of those in a while. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/hl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/hl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/hl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/hl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/hl5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/hl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night return home included finding one of the roomies bleeding. and the bathtub wouldn't stop running water. so still as i speak the water is profusely still spewing it's angry wrath and raining down onto the bathtub. sounds like someone is constantly peeing in the bathroom. delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's six one six pm: and the life aquatic is a great movie. i love the art direction, the blue/red/yellow colour scheme. and i want me a pair of those nifty zissou adidas sneaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112784448717581478</id><published>2005-09-27T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:08:07.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>singing a song of chaos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: death cab for cutie -"summer skin"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo i stumbled upon this today during my daily surfing time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/4285694.stm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Satellites to monitor panda sex"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's two o seven pm: and D4 is killllllling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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attempts to figure out said vibrating sound i came up with these conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;1. someone left their phone on vibrate somewhere in my catastrophic room.&lt;br /&gt;2. someone left their vibrator somewhere in my catastrophic room. perhaps my roomates have been renting out my room on the nights i'm not present to claim it for myself?&lt;br /&gt;3. the neighbours are playing some incessant music with a lot of bass, so that all i can hear is mumblings of rattlings through the wall that translate into vibrates for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however so. this weekend was enjoyable. i didn't jump off the deep end in crazy fits of shits and giggles. but i did venture out to the queenshead (queen and bathurst) for a "rapparty". among those residing as dj's for the night was jesse from the two man group death from above 1979. everyone's set was pretty solid. mostly playing some really unknown stuff (at least to my ears) so it was definitely a nice change from the top 40/mainstream hiphop stuff about gangstas and hoes you hear daily. and i'm not going to lie...jesse's kind of hot. in that scruffy, rockstar kind of way. of course. there's none other. let me break out the blackhoodie and jean jacket ensemble to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1362/320/logowall.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one three zero pm: and i'm back to reading memoirs of a geisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112775565464235386?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112775565464235386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112775565464235386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112775565464235386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112775565464235386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-truly-been-thrillthank-you.html' title='it&apos;s truly been a thrill...thank you.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112750753823945011</id><published>2005-09-23T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:32:18.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an unofficial goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: bif naked -"lucky"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, i officially said good bye to the summer season, as fall announced it's way in with the solstice changing. i'm not ready to let go of summer yet, fall will have to pry it from my deathgrip hands. however, thanksgiving is in two weeks kids and i am looking forward to my once-a-year-stupidly-fantasticly-home cooked meal which i mooch off of people. there's no way i'm sitting at home along on thanksgiving eve just because my family lives a billion miles away. no way. instead i'll be tagging along with to fill my belly up with visions of turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. mmmm. there's always pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's four three five pm: and twiddling my thumbs is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112750753823945011?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112717736270393903</id><published>2005-09-19T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:51:51.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last chance for catching starshines and moonbeams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: james blunt -"you're beautiful"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo. this weekend i got to know the living room couch more than a little better. considering that my bum (and bradley's) was glued to it pretty much for over twenty hours all together. along with here and there snuggles from the sweeties. all because i bought the first season of LOST on dvd. we rented the first disc one friday. i was HOOKED. instantly, brad and i went back the next night to rent disc two, of course there was none left, and after careful consideration and puppy dog eyes, brad agreed to me buying the first season. it was definitely a good investment. i've been wanting to watch it for a while, but i didn't want to watch it while it was on tv last year in the middle. i love the ingenuinity of having dramas all at your fingertips, i get to marathon style it. LOVES IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, in the midst of mastering the art of being a bum, i managed to make it to the annual clothing show at the cne. for a shopping pro like me, even i was officially overwhelmed. it wasn't _as_ big as i thought it'll be, but it was big enough. i left with a few goodies and we were on our way home to nurse my sick bradley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eight five two pm: and hopefully i'll be employed soon, as these overly indulgent daily shopping trips is really taking a wack at the non-existent to begin with wad of cash money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112717736270393903?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112717736270393903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112664606104490935</id><published>2005-09-13T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:16:37.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little underwhelmed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;iTunes is spinning: the starting line -"ready"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day back at school. it was highly enjoyable. considering the six hour long studio class, ended up letting out after an hour was a bonus. so to kill time in the am, i went shopping. . .i really do think i have a problem. if anyone knows the number for shopaholic anoynomous, hit me. waking up at 7am has been such a different trip than the last two weeks has been. there is no more lounging around. this said, i spent the rest of my day lounging around in bed chatting on msn and web surfing. and of course, i was perfectly content. there's always tomorrow for the resume rewrite and job search. oh yeah, if anyone knows of any job openings, hit me. or you can just tell me nicely as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i walked into donatos seeing if they had an open appointment for a haircut. they did. and here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/bangs.jpg" width="300" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i got heavy heavy bangs cut and for anyone who's interested, donatos now has some student priviledge card discount thing going on. from mon-thurs students can get a 15% off discount of services. you just ask them for the card and show your id. badabingbadaboom. you can look as i do. more "asian" but, sometimes i feel a little bit like a &lt;b&gt;frumpy puppy.&lt;/b&gt; not unlike this one though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/86/30/4710368/16364283846264l.jpg" width="300" height="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHHHEEEESSSEE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's the concert update:&lt;br /&gt;1. 10/02- fall out boy w/boys night out, motion city soundtrack and the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;2. 10/15-death cab for cutie.&lt;br /&gt;3. 10/29-saves the day w/senses fail, the early november and say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be attending one, and hopefully three. two is sold out &lt;insert tears&gt; but here's fingers crossed to scalpers galore to hook me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas the summer is winding down, going back to school makes me feel old knowing that i'm one of the oldest prolly entering my victory lap, but at the same time young that i'm still in school. stay alive kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures from italia still sit on my desktop begging to be released to the public to be enjoyed like they should be. but i somehow haven't mustered up the courage to re-resort the 300 or so pictures that i already resorted out from the 1000+ pictures i have to slim it down to about 50 or so for a precise travel photo diary. a project for another day. in the meantime i've been on the lookout for the perfect picture album in which to store my visuals from five months abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's five one three pm: and i sit pretty waiting for bradsley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112664606104490935?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112664606104490935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112664606104490935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112664606104490935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112664606104490935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-underwhelmed.html' title='a little underwhelmed.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112567744798604956</id><published>2005-09-02T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T12:10:47.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>denial of another summer's life end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: taking back sunday -"you're so last summer"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo it's been a while. and i am officially back in toronto and back on my feet savouring the last bits of my fading summerdays. italia was awesome. pictures to be announced when i get them in due order. i have sooo many that the thought of putting them in somewhat of an order. or flipping though them gives me a headache. perhaps next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the handful of days i've been back i've had a nice catch up with the girlies and some quality time spent with the boy. and as much shopping as i've done throughout italia...i've managed to go shopping everyday since i've been back. except for today. i'm put under house arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did have a somewhat-long-time-wish fullfilled last night. i finally got to go to the ex just like everybody else. it was so fun! i'm such a sucker for carnies and flourescent lights. it fits in with the whole artificial colourful idea. i watched the texas trick riders, sat through some dude trying to explain fishing jigs and lures to me, oogled at some cows, pigs, sheeps and ostriches galore, saw the aerobatics/figure skating show, was absolutely helpless in trying to pick something for dinner in the food pavillion, wandered around the midway forever bemused and entranced by all the giant stuffies luring your toonies and loonies away to cheap tricks, but bradsley did win me a carebear so i'm okay with it, it almost made up for missing the petting zoo. and of course capped off the night with a break an arm and a leg in price ferris wheel ride and afterwards snuggled down on the lawn to watch the musical fireworks. i haven't seen fireworks in so long that i felt as giddy as a schoolgirl about to enter kindgarten. and at the end of the night i headed home with the carnie lights twinkling behind me, my purple carebear in one arm and my boy on the other. the half eaten bag of cotton candy remains in the garbage can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snapshots of my funfilled return to toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/back6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's twelve twelve pm: and it's good to be home canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112567744798604956?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112567744798604956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112567744798604956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo. lately it's been a neverending marathon of roswell watching from season one to two. we're awaiting season's three arrival. or more so for bradley to purchase season three so feast my eyes upon it once again. the count is ticking down as i have &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; days before i leave for italy, i feel like i'm prepared, but in the end am i really? my packing is pretty much complete, i just gotta go through it one last time to make sure i've got everything i feel i'll need, then pack some little here and there-ings and i'm done. today the sisty leaves to go back to vancouver. it's been a wonderful two weeks of tourist seeing and bonding and of course roswell. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven five nine am: and if anyone wants a postcard from my summer abroad in italy, leave me your address, via email or some other form that'll get to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112158033962321933</id><published>2005-07-17T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:05:39.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll never be able to love me like you love her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: death cab for cutie -"this temporary life"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo as of this moment my sister is speedreading in an almost time warp-like stance in order to finish reading all 500 or more so pages of the latest harry potter books. i admit, i was once a fascinated reader myself with j.k. rowlings first three harry potter books. but after that, i never managed to catch the later of the series. thus my non-enthused energy about this whole book hype. on the other hand, right now i'm in the beginning of reading "easy ways to make a living" it's a fun little book that my sisty recommended. the kind of jenny-intellectual reading i enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pouring dogs today in toronto. literally. enough for me to scoop one up and bring it home. but then i'll get all wet snuggling them so there was no point in that action to be taken. tomorrow seems to be another rainy day in the tdot, as forecasted by the weather network, so i think it's going to be a day of startings to pack for italia. i leave in 6 days. yes folks, mark that on your calendar six days. on friday the 22nd i'll be leaving on a jetplane for rome, where i'll then be boarding a bus to make the trek into sienna where i'll be staying for the duration of 5 weeks. thus far the greenie has been the mastermindplanner behind all our wonderful weekend trips including, milan, rome, florence, paris and venice. we nixed barcelona in favours of paris. i'm excited. every girl needs to go to paris at least once in her lifetime. and this is my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's two one o am: and i am now starting to accept applications in recruition of a snowboarding instructor, preferably of the cute sorts with a goofy grin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112158033962321933?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112158033962321933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112158033962321933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112158033962321933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112158033962321933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/07/youll-never-be-able-to-love-me-like.html' title='you&apos;ll never be able to love me like you love her.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112129915185680073</id><published>2005-07-13T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:02:32.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a tale of lost love resurfacing tenfold stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: supergrass - "we are young"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, july's been a whirl and a twirl and it's almost all gones away. i have one week left before i leave for italy and things need to be done, checklists need to be checked. a trip to our neighbouring american neighbours in the city of buffalo provided a boost in the wardrobe of italy and today the sisty and i bonded over some permanant ink. trying to keep this post short and my favourite kind of sweetness, i'll let the eyes wander and take a trip through some earlier july festivites along with my latest visit to the metro toronto zoo. woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;canada day at unionsville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summertime fun at st. jacobs market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toronto street festival: jeremy fisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sauble beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mister or missus hippopotamus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me riding mister hippo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister picture with the phat elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisty poking the ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me squishing the phat ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissed a fishy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llama buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting pretty in pink flamingos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to see the kamoda dragons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite was the tree kangeroo and his a/c room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the snuggling i've been getting lately is from an 8 foot stuffed bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/july19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a morning trek to casa loma, followed by an afternoon appointment at the dentist and wrapped up with a visit to yorkdale for some evening shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eight o four pm: and my tired little feeties are pooped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112129915185680073?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112092711005112377</id><published>2005-07-09T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T12:38:30.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when the sun shades over with pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: bran van 3000 -"drinking in L.A."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while. an absence of leave needed. in reality, i've pretty much got MIA after my last exam, preoccupied with the leaving of bradley for his big summer eurotrip, to the rents being in town and now the sister staying for a while before i leave for the land of italia near the end of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's twelve four three pm: and man jason bourne is the man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112092711005112377?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112092711005112377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112092711005112377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112092711005112377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112092711005112377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-sun-shades-over-with-pain.html' title='when the sun shades over with pain.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-112011213696282557</id><published>2005-06-30T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:18:05.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another way to pass the time is to watch the scenery go by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: fall out boy - "sugar, we're going down"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so tonight whilst i was studying for my last final exam of the first summer session, i was in the midst of googling an exact definition of "animalcules", when i came across this &lt;a href="http://www.oedilf.com/db/Lim.php?VerseId=9215"&gt;i don't even know what to call it "dictionary".&lt;/a&gt; of course being the saavy internet surfer chic i am, i immediately became intrigued. a quick keyword search of my few favourite words:&lt;br /&gt;-jennifer&lt;br /&gt;-pamplemousse&lt;br /&gt;-poop&lt;br /&gt;came up generating no results, and as a last resort i turned to my last reserved word.&lt;br /&gt;-boobies.&lt;br /&gt;and the gave my an alternative choice with using "boob" being the adaptable girl i am, i decided to give it a click. and &lt;a href="http://www.oedilf.com/db/Lim.php?Word=boob"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is what i got. heh. gotta love random google junk finds. now i'm wondering, who's the mastermind behind such a concoction to actually put money into funding such a silly thing. when really the real issue here is saving the earth from pollutants of smelly NOx from our no-good cars and elements of VOC congesting the air, and the results of producing CFCs within spray cans that attack our ozone layer! that's right. it's evidence that i studied for my geology class and putting it into good use. my prof suggests that one way of saving the world is to stop accumulating so much stuff in our lives, which means you should limit your buying to items of neccesity....but what do you mean my latest &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;urchase of shoes isn't a neccesity just because i own another couple of pairs :-) my professor only says to stop buying frivilous items only because she hasn't feasted her blue ones on the latest showing of &lt;a href="http://www.volcom.com"&gt;Volcom's&lt;/a&gt; fall line. my brown ones definitely have, and i must say i'll show a little skin for those hot bermuda shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's two one six am: and countdown begins at t minus nine hours and fourty four minutes before you'll find me at the zoo, the ago, the cn tower, the rom, the casa loma all courtesy of a cheap cheap fare accomodated by &lt;a href="http://www.citypass.com"&gt;city pass&lt;/a&gt;. animals here i come!!! RARRRRRRWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~christi/elmyra.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-112011213696282557?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/112011213696282557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=112011213696282557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112011213696282557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/112011213696282557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-way-to-pass-time-is-to-watch.html' title='another way to pass the time is to watch the scenery go by.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111972275143741306</id><published>2005-06-25T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T14:22:35.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be afraid to reach back for his open hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: motion city soundtrack - "together we'll ring in the new year"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i know i'm not suppose to have any fun until exams are over...but it was the greenie's birfday and how could i not resist. courtesy of mr aaron bilyea once again a big waaahoo to another good night of booze and boy george... here's how it went down:&lt;br /&gt;-coronita party on the rooftop patio of wayne gretzky's&lt;br /&gt;-rockstar promo at Grace O' Malleys&lt;br /&gt;-boy george dj's at Ultra Supper Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, i got to pretend to be all shishi'd up, and walked my "pretentious" ass into that red roped doorway if you can even call it a doorway, flashed my red wristband and bypassed the line, into a narrow corridor filled with naked chicks and body paint. a night of acting like we belonged there, with our grey goose on the patio tables and in the meantime, we were really stealing heineken pillowcases and stuffing them into our purse. they are going to look damn nice on my bed. for a peekeroo into my funfilled night i leave you with these delicious eye goodies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/girls8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;here's to the birfday girl!! in all her sexy glory, i love you greenie pooh!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night capped off with a pigout session at rol san's. man did we ever order a crapload of greasy good dishes, but somehow we finished most of it. except for the plate snails. yes a plate of snails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intrigued? click &lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/miss_jink11/album?.dir=6efc&amp;.src=ph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more (rate of fifty cents per click, and a dollar per save of photo into your stash of hot girls collection, payable at any royal bank into my account.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the LO family is coming to toronto tonight to party, complete with the daddy, the mee mee and the gajeiii (sister)!!! i can hardly wait for some family sessions of goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's two one one pm: and if you don't see me back at school next year, it will prolly be because i am on academic probation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111972275143741306?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111972275143741306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111972275143741306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111972275143741306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111972275143741306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-be-afraid-to-reach-back-for-his.html' title='don&apos;t be afraid to reach back for his open hand.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111949277340923305</id><published>2005-06-22T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:15:21.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when the world discovers your little secret... you're really not that strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: motion city soundtrack -"make out kids"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x06.xanga.com/090860ead46336866440/z1743977.jpg" align="left"&gt;so remember how i always talk about how huge of a slacker i am, and how i've mastered the 'art' of procrastination, on top of my bad bad bad knack to leave doing assignments and studying for tests until the last possible minute (ie. the night before) and how i'll need something drastic to snap me out of my hole. well, it's happened, for the first time in my academic career, i entirely fried bombed got bitchslapped to mars and back five times and then kicked in the gut some more, in simpler terms, did really really bad on my last midterm. eeeks. but somehow, as i sit here ten after ten pm, i've managed to sit in the sun tanning my sun worshipping body, even cleaned the room, swept up some abbycats fur, made a real dinner AND even went to the lcbo...and now continuing to procrastinate some mores. i think that the internet is my best friend but at the same time my worst enemy, i could stare at the blank screen or surf and surf and surf until i found something remotely interested to oogle at or i've even succumbed to googling for lindsey lohan's latest weight loss update or angelina jolie's new rock on the finger that's not even her wedding finger!!! hotdamn juicy gossip, why must you be so alluring at times of boring textbook reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xfe.xanga.com/62584051463336826179/z4355161.gif" align="left"&gt;so on friday we're going to be celebrating the kristin greenie's twenty third... ahh i mean seventeeth birfday bash!!! forever young baby. heh. it should be a fun night. it's my only day off i chose, between now and next thursday when i'll officially be done this portion of summer school. and no procrastination doesn't count as days or hours off. it's part of the whole studying process. yes a lot of learning goes on. or at least i lead myself to believe that, that's my story and i'm sticking to it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/Icons_At_Their_Best/summer.jpg" align="left"&gt;so there's only a week and a bit left before my bradley takes off for his whole eurotrip with the boys &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;bsinthe and &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;msterdam and &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;ll) &lt;br /&gt;and i thinks i may need to find my a temp boyf in the meantime. i mean me and the libido will get lonely without any snuggles and cuddles and pillowtalking. heh. i wonder if brad pitt is up for the job? maybe i'll send him an application tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now ten seventeen pm: and jenny's dooobeeedooobeeedooobeeedooooo going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111949277340923305?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111949277340923305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111949277340923305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111949277340923305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111949277340923305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-world-discovers-your-little.html' title='when the world discovers your little secret... you&apos;re really not that strong.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111940542873464596</id><published>2005-06-21T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:00:36.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finding myself wishing the impossible true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is currently spinning: the killers -"all these things that i've done"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;iTunes INVENTORY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many total songs?&lt;br /&gt;3906 songs, 10.7 days, 17.88 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by Song Title - first and last songs?&lt;br /&gt;First: ...and she told me to leave - lostprophets&lt;br /&gt;Last: zak and sara - ben folds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by Time - first and last songs?&lt;br /&gt;First: reggie and the full effect - ain't getting paid to dance 0:13&lt;br /&gt;Last: pink floyd - shine on you crazy diamond (part I-V) 13:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Played Songs&lt;br /&gt;1. amanda marshall - dark horse&lt;br /&gt;2. taking back sunday - your own disaster&lt;br /&gt;3. rachel yamagata - worn me down&lt;br /&gt;4. dido here with me&lt;br /&gt;5. taking back sunday - you know how i do&lt;br /&gt;6. michelle tumes - lovely&lt;br /&gt;7. the shins - caring is creepy&lt;br /&gt;8. maria - i give you take&lt;br /&gt;9. something corporate - i want to save you&lt;br /&gt;10. sheryl crow - i shall believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 10 Played&lt;br /&gt;1. jimmy eat world - no sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;2. black eyed peas - don't phunk with my heart&lt;br /&gt;3. lindsey lohan - very last moment in time&lt;br /&gt;4. funeral for a friend - moments forever faded&lt;br /&gt;5. tori alamaze - don't cha&lt;br /&gt;6. modest mouse - float on&lt;br /&gt;7. hellogoodbye - dear jamie sincerely me&lt;br /&gt;8. arcade fire - rebellion (lies)&lt;br /&gt;9. whitesnake - every rose has it's thorn&lt;br /&gt;10. nicky holland - i just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find 'sex.' How many songs show up?&lt;br /&gt;1. keith sweat - twisted&lt;br /&gt;2. TLC's crazysexycool album&lt;br /&gt;3. mary j. blige f. jadakiss - sexy&lt;br /&gt;4. black eyed peas - sexy&lt;br /&gt;5. maxamillion - sexual healing&lt;br /&gt;6. everclear - my sexual life&lt;br /&gt;7. outkas and killer mike - all day i dream about sex&lt;br /&gt;8. weezer - tired of sex&lt;br /&gt;9. right said fred - i'm too sexy&lt;br /&gt;10. gatby's american dream - work lie sex love fear hate friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find 'death.' How many songs show up?&lt;br /&gt;58 songs&lt;br /&gt;-mostly death cab for cutie stuff&lt;br /&gt;-dallas green's "the death of me" EP&lt;br /&gt;-death from above 1979&lt;br /&gt;deftones - deathblow&lt;br /&gt;stars - he lied about death&lt;br /&gt;weezer - death and destruction&lt;br /&gt;reggie and the full effect - deathnotronic&lt;br /&gt;our lady peace - r.k. on death&lt;br /&gt;zack de la rocha and dj shadow - march of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find 'love.' How many songs show up?&lt;br /&gt;223&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;now that you've seen all that i've done, please don't judge me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ten o two pm: and i've had one horrible day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111940542873464596?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111940542873464596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111940542873464596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111940542873464596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111940542873464596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/06/finding-myself-wishing-impossible-true.html' title='finding myself wishing the impossible true.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111872235390136657</id><published>2005-06-13T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:18:58.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot has changed since i last awoke early enough to see the sunset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: weezer -"beverly hills"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as my birfday week officially comes to an end (but fear not, the birfday month celebrations still continue on...) i have yet still to feel that i am indeed another year older and with it another year of being not so wise. that said, the last week has been a blast, kicking it off with celebrations of cases of &lt;b&gt;coronitas&lt;/b&gt; and shabams at tonic and thornley playing along with broken glass on the floor and as a results a nicely sliced up foot (complete with promises of a scar and all), then the week went on with a whole lot of playing hookey from school, then on a rare night when lauren didn't have work (because she called in sick to supposedly work on her essay due tomorrow but of course we went out instead...) we headed over to milwaukees for a miss molson indy judging. and the results you ask? well look below for the top 5 finalists. the night capped off with a visit to the branthouse and yummy pink concoctions in the shape of martinis courtesy of mr. bilyea, hostess to the dangle of girls on his arms always. my birfday weekend winded down with the company of mr bradsley, and i got to oogle brad pitt in mr and mrs smith. then a virgin visit to the dance cave at lee's palace with a old-timer visit to rol san's later let me pass out in bed a very happy girlie. sunday was spent mostly dwadling around in bed and waking up finally to the allure of bacon and eggs in my stomach, before unhappily i must add that i remembered i had an assignment due for today. so at 8 pm i got cracking while bradley watched tears of the sun, read a magazine and listened to me whining whilst procrastinating, then he headed off to bed because he had convocation today andi finally went to bed a lots of hours later very very cold. this morning the alarm went off at 6:30 and neither of us got up. bradley missed his convocation but hey i finished my assignment!!! the rest of today was spent procrastinating and a lot of driving for no good reason and the massive and much inevitable rain storm that leads me to the point of life i am in right now. studying for my geology midterm tomorrow. yeeeeeuch. so before i go rant on some more, i'll just leave you with a few snapshots of my birfday week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night one: the posse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thornley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fresh splash of blue and yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with two doses of blue cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss "sweeties" abagail obliging me for a photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night two: it already looks like a good night i see a bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girlies who get checked out every day walking along dupont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to introduce lauren's "nice" smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/finalists.jpg" align height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss molson indy finalists, my bet is on miss white bikini or the one next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our pink martinis at the branthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/birfday11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the massive candlestick i wanted to jack...sadly it didn't fit in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it, and oh, i guess now that you've seen pictures of the new hair. and with the new hair i've obtained new superhero abilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/jennymorph.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, okay so i want to be susan storm in the fantastic four. no there's a correction, so i want to be jessica alba period. boobage showing at the mtv movie awards and all, hey my theory is if you're hot and you've got it flaunt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/jennypout.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is really want i think about my hair..."play pouting" about it in my beautiful vibrant eye hurting pink boudoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm officially debunking the notion of having to turn another year older. i have yet to accept that i have to live the years of being beyond twenty one....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven four six pm: and i'm still not sweating over a midterm tomorrow. hurrrah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111872235390136657?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111803100741794789</id><published>2005-06-05T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:10:07.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>facing my twenty two years of existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: white snake -"every rose has its thorn"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the clock almost ticks to midnight, i am awaiting the first steps into my twenty second year of breathing on planet earth. it's been an amazing ride so far. with it's own fair share of ups and downs. and as i quasi celebrated the weekend away, with a pace attuned to that of slow and easy...i spent two blissful days with mr bradley cale. we didn't account to doing much aside from watching a bunch of movies and eating really good food. i had fun. we watched the lords of dogtown and i really liked it. there wasn't much to the movie, it was quite simple actually a movie inspired by the real events, but damn those skater boys always tug at my heart strings. that was followed by a trip up to college and slices of yummy huge, think a quarter of a pizza big slice and beer. the rest of the weekend was spent with quality blockbuster movies, and the viewing of this one french movie that i've been wanting to watch but never really remember what it was called then came across it by chance in the movie store with bradley picking upt he box because he realized what movie it was while i didn't. well. the results were that i got to watch it because it was my birfday. hotdamn i love birfday times. it's the one time a year you can get away with things. tonight, i headed over to the green residence to be treated to a yummylicious birfday dinner by the mommy and daddy green and of course krissy green. it was my first tasting of shrimp risotto. and i must say it was quite tastilicious. definitely going back for more, then it was followed by my ever so favourite course of the meal, dessert. it was rhubarb pie toppped with 8 candles. wheeeee. does that mean i dont' have to turn 22, but that means i can stay 8 forever. hmmm. somehow i don't think it quite works out that way. while, i made a birfday wish and i managed to blow out all 8 candles at once so we'll see if my wish comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, bradley remembered to call me at midnight like he said. so that leaves me being a happy girl as i retire to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's twelve o 5 am: and yes i did get a haircut as mentioned in the previous post. and i still have yet to really come to conclusion whether as to if i'm okay with it. but i'll tell you this, i no longer feel like the sexy asian vixen with long flowing hair....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111803100741794789?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111751927669971134</id><published>2005-05-31T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T02:05:46.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a life without love is like a year without summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: kelly clarkson -"behind these hazel eyes"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is the first hell week of summer school. two midterms and one assignment due on tue/wed/thurs. the thing about summer school is that it goes by quickly, but the work also comes about quickly. it was only two weeks ago that i started school. but it hardly gives any leeway to slack. even though god knows i've done plenty of that already. and as i retire for a night of slumber, i can only hope that the 4 hours of time i have left tomorrow is enough to cram. i think i have way too much faith in myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend was productive only in that i finally got my closet organizer up and running on my wall. now i'm really surrounded by what i wear. literally. my room is me in a nutshell. my clothes laden room. the constant reminder of why i'm always broke and the proof of my existence of believing in retail therapy. this girl needs help. however, my room is still a disaster as i've run out of the sixty hangers i bought at the dollar store. and in need of some plastique drawers from your local generic "all-goods" store. aka. the wal-mart giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend is WOOFSTOCK. the countdown begins: t minus &lt;b&gt;4 days&lt;/b&gt;. i'll be happily (and grudgingly) be accompanied by bradley to this canine fest. i'll be hunting down the booths for some free doggy treaties for ButBut and oogling the mass amounts of doggies and pups that will be in attendance. maybe this will curb my puppy hunger for a few days before i fall back into my incessant routine of asking bradley: &lt;b&gt;can i have a puppy today?"&lt;/b&gt; followed by request of a kitty or a bunny or heck just something furry to pet and smuggly my face into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of smuggling. the day turned into night's events of the neverending cries of &lt;b&gt;"sweetie", "snuggle bumpkins", "sweetie snookums"&lt;/b&gt;, has brought upon a severe case of allergies. but it can't all be blamed upon the sweet creatures, i'm sure dust and just a plain old cold factors in as well. but i can't help it. i love the furries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my twenty second birfday (june 6 for those ignorant fools that haven't read the site devoted to me yet) i am treating myself to a cut/colour job. finally. my hair is in need of some serious pampering and stylings. i'm in fear of the scissors. or more so the dude behind the sharp shears that go too crazy happy with the snippage. however, i must put my trust in the masters hands. otherwise i just end up not oging back. here's to the 2321421 hairdresser i've gone to in my 22 years of existence. i'm still in debation of just a trim or a cut, lighter or darker, to be or not to be..... by the weekend, all damage would've been done and i'll give you i'm sure of what would be a make it/break it report on the latest hairdresser debacle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, miss canada won miss universe. wow. is all i can say. i didn't see that one coming at all. but it's still pretty neat. in all the years that i rememeber watching miss universe canada didn't win. and i can't say that while growing up and still growing up that i never once did let the thought of "wow i want to be miss universe" slip into my pretty little head. i was already miss hong kong. i don't need anymore title than that. well maybe except a "hey gorgeous" once in a while couldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then:&lt;br /&gt;it's two o five am: and i believe in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111751927669971134?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111751927669971134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111751927669971134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111751927669971134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111751927669971134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-without-love-is-like-year-without.html' title='a life without love is like a year without summer.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111707860695934635</id><published>2005-05-25T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:39:11.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an understandable misunderstanding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: rufio -"over it"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so may is blowing by like the wind's got somebody holding a light under it's booty. soon, like next week, june will dawn upon us. not that i have anything against june, aside from it being the most wonderful month because it's my birfday month, the Lo family is coming to visit, there's a bunch of cool concerts going on that i hopefully will get to go to at least one of them, summer school will be done by the end of june... and as of now, i have two tests and one assignment due next week. wowzas. it seems like yesterday, which was really two weeks ago that summer school just started, and now i'm already nee high into stuff due. but that's the pro and con of summer school, work comes upon you quick, but the summer semester ends just similarily as fast as coldplay sells out of tickets for its shows in town. but in the meantime, tomorrow i &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt;to go to YORKDALE. no it's to shop...(crosses fingers, twitches nose), but it's for an assignment for my marketing geography class. i actually have to frequent a mall step inside and observe traffic and such for 30 minutes. wow. talk about it being my kind of class eh. otherwise, the rest of the weekend follows with mr. bradley coming down to accompany me to the puma sample sale on friday morning, getting drunk on martinis at schmooze on friday night and writing my assignment on saturday. and in the midst of all that, maybe god will send me a construction man armed with tool belt and drill (the real buzzing kind) by his side to mount my closet organizer to the wall. i never thought i'd say this, but i'm actually tired of living in a mess and well, i hate living out of bags. i've been wearing the same few articles of clothing for the month of may. this is sad considering the abundance of clothing i own. pretty much summer would've breezed on by and my unit still wont' be up (dear lord don't let this be true...) so if you own a drill, feel free to let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/miss_jink11/album?.dir=a8ee&amp;.src=ph"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;here's a few snaps from the month of may, from the semi-finals in the rock game, to a corona cinco de mayo party, to some pretty random sightings of a water tower.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;session one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the toronto rock did win, and went on to the finals to beat arizona.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may4.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;boozing it up at the after party at joe baidalies courtesy of a particular cute molson rep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may5.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may6.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sightings of the young AND old...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may7.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the hot bouncer man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may8.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;session two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;corona party: cinco de mayo=a bucket of coronitas for the senoritas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may9.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may10.jpg" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;session three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the jenny boat sighting on the night of episode three. wookies and r2 rocks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;session four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jenny sighting by the water tower looking a little pouty. something in the water perhaps? naw, it tasted delicious.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, i present to you the two partners in crime about to embark on a trip to italy in about two months. we'll have to remember to pack some sticks and tazers so we can beat off the greasy italian guys because you know recently we just came upon the realization that hey, "i'm attractive" of course lauren is hot shit.... wow random! hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.utm.utoronto.ca/~j_lo/may3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven: three nine pm: and getting the textbooks for classes is half the battle. now all i have to do is actually read them. but mamas nooooos it's so terribly boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111707860695934635?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111707860695934635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111707860695934635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111707860695934635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111707860695934635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/05/understandable-misunderstanding.html' title='an understandable misunderstanding...'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111652913845364265</id><published>2005-05-19T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:01:15.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet prophecy burdened upon bittersouls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: tori alamaze -"don't cha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night this is what i found out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 10pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's three o two pm: and those millions of geeks ,nerds and dorks who have been lining up like five weeks earlier to see episode three has finally gotten their wishes fulfilled at midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111652913845364265?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111652913845364265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111652913845364265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111652913845364265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111652913845364265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/05/sweet-prophecy-burdened-upon.html' title='sweet prophecy burdened upon bittersouls.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111643811704765802</id><published>2005-05-18T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:41:57.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bypassing the foreshadowing of the future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: Fall Out Boy -"sending postcards from a plane crash."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning at approximately seven: fifteen am, my green alarm clock woke me up to shrills of beeping. but after serious debate of whether to shower and smell clean for class or sleep for another twenty snoozes or so, i opted for the latter scenario. which in turn gave way to me listening to the contemporary radio station 98.1 for their frequent weather updates in the morning filled with the ever so good eighties rock ballad and sometimes cher. . .i finally hauled myself out of bed and began the routine of walking up the stairs to pee and wash my face followed by a face snuggle with the many sweetum snookums (aka. kitties) that were just awaken by my tromp up the stairs. they think i'm their mummy and that i'm going to feed them. no luck sweeties, carri's still sleeping. after another few sneezies brought on by my latest bough of allergies/cold (can't really tell the difference right now...i headed back downstairs to change and make myself look presentable. so then twenty minutes later i was out the door. what was a breezy day yesterday changed into a pretty day today. mr sun was out and shining about, while the temperature was at a mild breeze. five minutes into my eight-ten minutes trek to the dupont subway station, i realized that i forgot to apply my lady speed stick in the "fresh tropical" scent. damn. good thing i already smell because i opted out of the shower option this morning. but not letting it phaze me i continued on my way at eight: twenty in the morning to make it in time for my nine am tutorial.  arriving at the st. george campus earlier than anticipated i had time to grab my much adored large early grey with two milks and two sugars from timmys, but this morning i decided to throw in a little blueberry bran muffin action to anticipate a little pooping action later on (what too much info?). the morning tutorial was okay, the ta explained assignment one and let us out early which was good because i was dying to pee out the large tea i had just consumed. after the pee and all i still had some mores time to kill so this time i hit up the second cup in the SS building. i ordered a large butter pecan coffee, with a shot of white mocca, add in two packs of brown sugar and top it off with 1% milk and i was ready to jitter away to my marketing geography course. i really enjoy this course i must say. maybe because my first assignment is that i have to go and visit a mall. no really i do, then the second half of the assignment is that i have to go visit a retail strip on a designated road i'm assigned. for real i really do!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day continues with just almost burning down the house with a stinky ass burner trying to make some soup and i have to do some actual reading for all these courses i'm taking (wow i know reading, what a new word in the jenny vocabulary.) and maybe venture off to do a little returning stuff action later. in the meantime, i've gots a kitty by my side who wants to cuddle and i'm the girl to call on (elmira.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one: four six pm: and &lt;b&gt;"i love you please don't eat me."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111643811704765802?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111643811704765802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111643811704765802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111643811704765802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111643811704765802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/05/bypassing-foreshadowing-of-future.html' title='bypassing the foreshadowing of the future.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111636038482239744</id><published>2005-05-17T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:07:13.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a sojourn for a lonely heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: wishing i had my ipod instead of it being in bradley's backpack...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is the second day of summer school. it officially started yesterday. so on:&lt;br /&gt;monday and wednesdays: i have marketing geography from 10-12 (unless i have tutorials then it starts at 9.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday and thursdays: scientific revolutions from 12-2, confronting global change from 6-8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i done on my 4 hour break thus far? so far i've gone to the megabook store to purchase textbooks, munched on the 2.99 subway day of the week sub (tuesdays: honey mustard ham), trekked up to 119 St. George St, which is the woodsworth college office to drop of italy stoof, then i am now situated comfortable in a red computer chair (after trying twice to get my utorid fixed) i am now blowing off the last two hours of my long break. reasonable amounts of productivity for today. A for effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for those who know of him, and i mean him as in mr kevin seeto, who is currently on his european excursion trek across the other parts of the world mentioned in his latest email that the belgium train station is on strike. which meant that his much anticapted trip to amsterdam had to be cancelled. i've never been to amsterdam but already i feel his pain. this amsterdam place is somewhat like the cancun of mexico for north american kids. at least this is what i deducted from tales of others visiting. kevin leigh seeto also mentioned something about more like boasting about prague and it's fifty cent beers. mmm. and as the greenie and i plan our very own italy/other places excursion taking place in july/august i have to say that prague we must visit! must be the whole graduation thing (sans myself) but it feels like everyone is taking a trip to europe this summer. next summer: since i'll have already gone to europe, i'm going to hawaii to tan the little lobum to crisp. and to surf the boys... uhhh i mean waves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's may 2-4 weekend coming up, and the weather seems to be giving ontario a break for once. what was forecasts of showers and cold cloudyness has given way to clear skies and highs of twenties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dear god, it's me jenny&lt;/b&gt; has been working. my plans thus far seems to be tagging alone with the bruce county bunch for a night in sauble and walkerton it seems. as long as i'm in a bikini and the sun is shinning on the beach i'll be a happy girl. if not, feed me fudge and i'll be equally as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's four o five pm: and damn this post has taken only 5 minutes of my killing time. &lt;b&gt;dee dum dee dum dee dum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111636038482239744?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111636038482239744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111636038482239744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111636038482239744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111636038482239744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/05/sojourn-for-lonely-heart.html' title='a sojourn for a lonely heart'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111567820705185370</id><published>2005-05-09T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:36:47.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to keep you to myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: well since my computer isn't hooked up yet, carri's wimamp is spinning some mr ben harper goodness. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i'm officially done with utm residence. after four faithful years. i'm not sad to say that i'm sad to go. and now. i'm officially moved into 495 dupont st. it's a house of hot hot hot girls and we heart hot boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to ikea to buy a table/desk, a new quilt cover, curtains that are too small and some other knick knacks. and today after we came home from ikea, we caught/heard the neighbours next door having some serious verbal almost animalistic monkey sex next door. proves that the walls here are paper thin and that i should keep that in my for my next bedroom romp with the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, my room is half set up with my bed a desk and empty shelves. hopefully tomorrow i'll get a thingy thing set up on my wall to hold the rest of my clothes. hopefully, but i wont' hold my breathe so therefore you shouldn't hold yours either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night though, is my much anticipated armor for sleep/hellogoodbye show at lee's palace. they're both opening for all american rejects... but i'm fine wiht that, it just means that for once i don't have to wait till midnight to come out of a punk rock show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks. till next jenny time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's six three six pm: and lauren said she'll come get food with me at eight thirty. so two more hours of starvation to go. i should call social services and report a bad case of motherhood on the sloot's behalf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111567820705185370?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111567820705185370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111567820705185370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111567820705185370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111567820705185370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-want-to-keep-you-to-myself.html' title='i want to keep you to myself.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111457325155573304</id><published>2005-04-26T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:44:18.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>images of you and me and then there was her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: lagwagon -"lovestory"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blurty.com/userpic/1316145" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blurty.com/userpic/1270569" align="left"&gt; today has been a very productive. i went all the way to my aunt's work (north york) to pick up a year's worth of mail. including my t4s. which tomorrow i've booked an appointment with my local H&amp;R block guy to get me some cashmoney back! then i made my way towards sheridan to drop off my studio ballots for next year and to pick up my print portfolio. AND THEN i went to shoppers to mail my mee mee and my sissy a package. then headed towards stinky bradley to pick him up for a pre-exam lunch thing. so yes. it's been a busy bee day. i'm so awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blurty.com/userpic/1308742" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blurty.com/userpic/1318176" align="right"&gt;in other worthy news, i'm dying for the new DKNY gold aviators, yellow wedge sandals, anything from marc jacobs, big diamond studs, a frilly bikini, polki dotted flip flops, a cute puppy to be my snuggle buddy and i would also like a kitty to be my friend. thanks a boonches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eleven four four pm: and tomorrow will be a day of taking apart beds and shelves followed by a green dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111457325155573304?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111457325155573304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111457325155573304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111457325155573304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111457325155573304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/04/images-of-you-and-me-and-then-there.html' title='images of you and me and then there was her.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557006.post-111447124517143097</id><published>2005-04-25T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:20:45.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spinning into a crazy twist of fate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;iTunes is spinning: the arcade fire -"rebellion"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. lookit what i just found out that goes on in toronto in the summatime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.woofstock.ca/"&gt;http://www.woofstock.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's totally what you think it is. a doggy extravaganza!!! hee heee heee. here's an advance notice to all. this is my pre-birfday bash as it happens the day before the big day. hahaha. loves it. woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's seven twenty four pm: and i'm a lalalalalalalalaala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557006-111447124517143097?l=missjink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/feeds/111447124517143097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557006&amp;postID=111447124517143097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111447124517143097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557006/posts/default/111447124517143097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjink.blogspot.com/2005/04/spinning-into-crazy-twist-of-fate.html' title='spinning into a crazy twist of fate.'/><author><name>juicy jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06943584909970360600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://pc.xanga.com/c9/13/c9130b4bd883a5c78de61fe9be3f49f92053460.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
