<?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-7161759</id><updated>2011-08-11T09:53:02.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>me = girl. me = fogetful. me = need a random ass blog to make sure i remember my own name. you = reading a crazy little blog thinking to yourself, wtf?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay christmas! headed out to dim sum with my family near my auntie candy's place. after dim sum, we wondered around western hk, since it was a holiday the malls were packed. not that we didn't want to do some serious shopping, but the sheer volume of people that was packed at a single location as well as the craziness that comes with sales, it was simply not a shopping time for an inexperienced shopper like myself. having spent the day in Tuen Mun area shopping, browsing and visiting my grandpa, we arrived at my auntie candy's place for a family christmas dinner. at my auntie candy's place, we finally got to meet my cousin amanda who i have known all my life, when i was younger she was like the older sister than i never had. and for the first time, we also met her husband eric. it was a super nice family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday december 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boxing day! it must have been the alcohol or something, i collasped in bed as soon as we got home as usual, but this morning i didn't wake up early as usual. i slept all the way till 9ish until lee decide to wake me up. i was so sleepy still. i had to rushed to shower and junk to head out of the house. the reason for the mad rush so early in the morning is because today we were on a journey to tung chung of lantau island to take this roller coaster ride of a bus to go see the big buddha in ngong pang. the big buddha was really really big buddha. we also saw a very traditional chinese buddhist temple that is located across from the big buddha. as we say farewell to the buddha, we went to tai o to check out the rural village there. there was a really amazing local dessert place here. i got the hot dessert tofu with the orange coloured sugar, which melts as you eat. it tasted delicious, the tofu was so smooth. i wish my skin was that white and smooth, damn i'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post a mid day dessert break, we walked all around tai o. both lee and i were amazed with the village of tin shacks located by the seaside. it was mad ghetto. we decided to grab an early dinner because we didn't exactly ate a real lunch. we got seafood and we went to this really local dinner place, where lee learned how about "pee-your pants shrimp". dinner was wonderful with all the fresh seafood and the unique dishes from the restaurant. bus-ed all the way bak to tung chung. tim, lee and i wondered around the outlet mall around tung chung and lee was able to pick up some nice deal on them dried mangos, as well as a sick pair of tims. yay shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some mj and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-771020605512178500?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/771020605512178500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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meeting</title><content type='html'>wednesday dec 24th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to jet lag, lee and i woke up way early like around 7 am, as well as because we both collapsed into bed rather early. after a quick breakfast, tim, lee, my auntie lisa and i headed out onto the mtr to head to chai wan to do some browsing. we wondered along the streets, looked at street vendors which sold old style toys, and waited for my auntie candy, my uncle's wife for our first dim sum of the trip. at the restaurant, i for the first time got to meet my auntie candy. it was nice dim sum lunch, we were able to try out many different new dishes, which we would not have tried in toronto or the quality of the dishes would be lower. after lunch, we browsed through a couple shoe stores because my running shoes were half destroyed and i was desparate for a new pair of running shoes. having not really seen anything that i particularly liked, we headed off to stanley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley is a typical tourist location, its a sea/bay side area where the bay is surround of uber expensive beachside properties. as well as, attractions and eateries that were there just for tourists. it was nice to take a stroll around the beach, but like all typical tourist locations, it was very tourist-y and not very local at all, not what the real hk is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to causeway bay after our stop at stanley. the ride to and from stanley is like a rollercoaster ride. as discussed before, the driving in hk is a bit sketchy, so sketchy driving plus intense narrow winding roads makes for a very interesting ride. causebay was literally a shopping paradise for those who enjoy shopping to the n-th degree. it was so crowded there that the fear of getting left behind and be completely lost was so great, i literally hung onto lee to be dragged along in the crowd so we wouldn't lose sight of my auntie candy, who knew exactly where to shop for everything and where we were going for dinner that night. she is an amazing tourguide around hk. at times square, which was this huge mall with 7 floors, i finally bought myself a new pair of pumas and a super nice puma bag. yay, shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at this northern chinese (shanghai style) restaurant. it was at the 27th floor of this building it was so cool. post dinner, we got took the streetcar over to the place where you hop on the tram to get to the peak. the peak is at the highest mountain in hk, and there is a sky terrace where you can look out over at the skyline of hk. it was so pretty at night, where you can see all the lights that adorn the skyscrapers of hk. as well as the ability to get alway from all the light pollution to see actual stars. the view from the top was just absolutely gorgeous. the tram ride was super fun because of the intense incline that was required to travel up the mountain. lee also have a mini adventure in seach of a bathroom on the peak. (yes, hk publich washrooms are way shady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim and i did a mini countdown to christmas. it was nice sitting outside of haagen-daz at the peak to celebrate the first hour of christmas. although, in actuality for a torontonian christmas doesn't really arrive for another 13 hours. it was super nice nonetheless. my grandma's brother who works as a taxi driver picked us and and drove us home. i quickly collapsed into my bed and did not wake up until 8 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is finally christmas! i am celebrating christmas with my josh groban noel cd in hk! so excited. lots to do today, and i simply can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-1608353134067691371?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1608353134067691371/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>flight across the world</title><content type='html'>dec 20th saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, it was the day before the much anticipated trip to hk. lee and i both woke up early get the day started. even with this early start, to my dismay, lee was totally unprepared in that he, as of saturday afternoon, have yet to pack his luggage. but we were able to complete all of our last minute shopping, which was achieved under extreme stressful circumstances. that night, we went to ada ee's house for dinner, a gathering for our group of friends for a family style dinner. the food was amazing, we had steak, lobster, mushrooms, and fried rice. the dinner was super fun and filled with laughters. i couldn't ask for a more enjoyable way to spend my last evening in toronto for the next bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec 21st sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee and i having gone to bed late saturday night from packing and all the pent up excitement, woke up really early to get ready and to head out because of the impact of the snowstorm, which could potentially delay our schedule. alex came over extra early to pick us up, we got to the airport a little bit later than expected but we got through customs and security super quickly just like the trip to disney. thus, we were waiting for an hour and a half for our boarding time. as expect because of the weather conditions we were delayed for about 2 hours. our flight was suppose to depart at 11.30 but we weren't able to board until noon. by the time we arrived at newark, it was already pass the boarding time, once again we were dashing through the newark airport just like disney to our gate. when we got the the gate to ask the man about boarding. his reply to us was, "what? hk? this is a flight for honolulu. i think the gate for hk is down there." thankfully, the gate for hk was nearby, and they've only just finished boarding for first class, otherwise with this sudden switch-a-roo, we could have been in such a doo doo situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec 22nd monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight to hk was quite uneventful. as usual time spent in the cabin was like a sauna, everything just got super dry, and i learned the art of putting on cream like a mad woman. lee and i also realized that when someone is hungry enough, airplane food can actually taste decent. since there was no time in between our flights, we were unable to get a lunch from the early morning in toronto to the afternoon in newark. to put it light, we were beyond famish.  the last meal before we landed was kind of strange. we got the omelette "breakfast" along with our meal was a little packet of soy sauce. i looked over to lee to see if they simply made a mistake in giving the soy sauce, maybe it was supposed to be a ketchup packet. but no, lee got a packet of soy sauce too. so i aske lee whether he ate omelettes with soy sauce, he no, and i definitely don't eat omelettes with soy sauce. so i asked him, so why the hell did they give us soy sauce? do they like expect us to feel all foreign and excited about the exotic-ness of asia by giving us soy sauce with our order of omelettes? and to this moment, i am still baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday dec 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having not really slept at all on the flight to hk, i was able to manage the whole jet lag situation fairly well. since when we landed in hk, it was night time, and i was exhausted from barely sleeping at all during the 15 hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the today, i woke up at 7 to get ready for my appointment to get my updated hk id. the bus ride to the building was quite exciting. having to sit and wait around for people to call your number totally sucks, the people working there was way rude, and i was just generally confused with the sudden increase of chinese everywhere. after going through the entire bureaucratic process of getting a new id, tim, lee and i began our afternoon of wondering around the dragon centre (this huge 9 story mall) and the streets nearby. it was fun and such a struggle getting food, looking at a menu that contain no english, and trying to figure out how to pay for the meal. wondering around was also exciting, crowded but exciting nonetheless. it just nice to just be browsing through street vendors and stores, not really into shopping today because it was really hot and stuffy. the subway ride home was really neat, both lee and i are rather impressed by the extensive public transit system here in hk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way home, we made stops at my old primary school, asbury methodist primary school. for the first time in my life i learned the name of my school in english. we also stopped at my old kindergarten. things have definitely changed a lot, in my memory, my elementary school was like a super shady and child-enslaving kind of school. yet, going back today the school was all renovated with pretty colours, real doors, and an actual ventilation system with like a/c and heat. the school building itself was also enlarged. as lee said, i was seeing my childhood through adult eyes, every was different. many of my childhood views about even the most mundane things are challenged. things i used to think were huge are now tiny, and those that i think is amazing is no longer as incredible. as well, things i never knew before are coming into my realm of knowledge. so many things in my mind is changing all at once, this feeling is overhelming to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after relaxing a little at home, i headed out again with my aunt lisa to do grocery shopping for the night. it was really cool walking through a traditional style grocery market. the place we went to had like a different level for different food groups, like a floor for veggies, meat, and seafood. as usual it was crowded, and instead of saying excuse me and sorrys, people just shove and push to get to where they want to be. i think i am too polite for hk. overall, it was nice to do grovery with my auntie. the smells of the grocery market brings back memories. so far this trip is turning out even better than i could ever anticipate. obviously, talking with kelly again in person is as always super awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-7205625427430595766?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7205625427430595766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=7205625427430595766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/7205625427430595766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/7205625427430595766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/flight-across-world.html' title='flight across the world'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-3322272606620412321</id><published>2008-12-10T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:59:30.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>britney spears</title><content type='html'>i think that i am can say that most people within this generation has been caught up one time or another with the rise and fall of the life of britney spears. with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; come back attempt, (remember that cd blackout that no one bought?) post the kevin federline situation and her two babies, her new album circus has been a huge hit in popular culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;althought i can't help but notice along with a lot of others that britney as a performer is no where near the standard that she was performing at pre-kevin and babies. i suppose the most cliche term must be used in this context that the extra sparkle in her eyes are gone. i guess drugs can do that to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, her mtvs and her recent choreography is filled with these awkward filler walking moments. like i thought she was a dancer and she was into dancing, but being a non-dancer, i obviously didn't realize that walking in a very rushed and un-sexy manner was part of dancing. could have totally fooled me. a comparison between her mtvs at there peak of her career as a performer, and her new string of mtvs and performers the walking in these performances probably increased like 200%. (numbers not based on actual calculation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, tickets to her new tour is on sale. should i too buy into this irrational attachment to the circus act that is britney?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-3322272606620412321?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3322272606620412321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=3322272606620412321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/3322272606620412321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/3322272606620412321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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line-up outside the theatre for twilight. i laughed so hard at them, it was just utterly ridiculous. we arrived at stc at around 11 and the movie started at 11.50, because of my absolute refusal to stand in line with a whole bunch of fanatic high school children, i went to timmy's to get some coffee. getting coffee before noon was the quintessential thing to do in the life of a college student, and obviously i needed some caffeine to keep me awake and functioning through the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;as we got our seats inside the theatre, we discovered that in front of us diagonally to the right was like this teacher and her class. we had a serious wtf moment. like how did that teacher manager to convince the school principle to let her take a class to go see twilight first thing in the morning? its not like the book is a classic, its not even a book that is that well written, like wtf. nonetheless, they were there. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eventually, the theatre filled up your typical gushing high school girls for their daily dose of robert pattinson, and a sprinkling of guys who either were there for their girlfriends or on a dare or they really “like” twilight. there seemed to me to be a lot more movie trailers shown before twilight, or maybe it was just me. but the trailer for the next harry potter movie looked really good, hopefully that would be a good indicator of the quality of the actual movie. without any expectation for twilight, quite frankly it wasn’t surprising to me that the movie kinda sucked. kelly and i just laughed our heads off throughout the entire movie. we even laughed really hard in the supposedly romantic parts too. i don’t remember that hard in a movie in a long time. although, its not an amazing movie, if you read the book or just curious, i would still suggest you go see it just to be in touch with this new cultural reference. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;after twilight, the weekend was spent being supremely unproductive. even though i had like 2 huge essays due, i only got one of them done, which inevitably led to a mad dash to the finish as usual for both essays. but i am proud to say i finished both essays and handed them in on time this week. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;wednesday, i woke up early to do my crim essay. thinking i was so studious i set off to work. after an hour of somewhat studious work, i got a call from calvin. i was so confused considering this was way early in the morning, it turned out that calvin like got grace and tommy to have lunch with us. this was just an idea that both calvin and i had from tuesday night after work. because we both have Wednesdays off we were just thinking about what to do for lunch, and how funny it would be if we could get grace and tommy to eat with us. and it actually happened! so the studious facade came off, and i quickly went to get ready to go for dim sum. calvin came to pick me up, then we drove to grace’s house to follow her to tommy’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;omg. grace was driving like a madwoman the whole way to tommy’s. she like peeled off from her side street in to the main street in the most aggressive left turn ever at like 80. by the time we reached ellesmere we were going at 100 on a 60 street. i have never seen calvin so nervous going fast before. we were so nervous we had our eyes in all direction for the lookout of cops. and we’ve never been so happy to see traffic and red lights just to slow grace down. eventually, calvin just pulled in front of grace to slow her down. when we got to tommy’s, calvin and i were like spies parked in front of someone else, eyeing their front door intently. it was too jokes. dim sum was lots of fun, lots of laughs, finally got to meet tommy and make fun of grace as well. overall, my impression of tommy is that he seems like a nice guy, pretty easygoing, and if grace is happy with him, i think we can be too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;wednesday night, calvin, alex and i went out to timmy’s to get coffee, food and to talk to about our dim sum experience with grace and tommy. it was so funny. calvin was able to categorize grace’s expression into 2, which is the happy one and the upset one. with 3 reaction under each category, calvin’s imitations was absolutely hilarious. hopefully, calvin will scheme again to do stuff with grace and tommy. fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;later days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-3486213357940619112?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3486213357940619112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=3486213357940619112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/3486213357940619112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/3486213357940619112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-dim-sum.html' title='twilight &amp; dim sum'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-2472263258310598744</id><published>2008-11-10T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:17:13.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration</title><content type='html'>life have been awfully hectic, thus the neglect of this blog once again. even though i am only taking 4 credits worth of school, maybe its the first time i am dealing with only taking half year courses, mostly 300 level courses and the increased level of laziness, which is causing the constant back-log of work and readings. i suppose the 12 hour work day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturdays&lt;/span&gt; definitely does not help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a lot of celebrate in life. one of which that was super special is the baptism of lee. writing this down would definitely help me remember this unique occasion on sunday of november 2nd. although it was only attended by a small selected group of people,  it was actaully quite an intimate and cozy ceremony. lee was finally able to share his testimony with everyone including myself. this is something that lee wanted to do for a long time, and for him to be finally be able to perform this act of public declaration of this faith is quite exciting. almost like how we finally got to go to disney about all the talk and discussion. definitely need to thank god for his grace for providing lee with this opportunity to be reconciled with his love and salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, because ben's parents are gone to hk, i think. we have been taking over his house as the eatery on the weekends. its so fun cooking, laughing and eating together. then again everything is more fun if you do it with friends. this reminds me of all the laughters i shared with them during the disney trip. i couldn't imagine a more hilarious disney trip even if i tried. we watch hancock after dinner. i didn't go see it in the theatre because lee said it got some pretty mixed reviews, which i totally understands why is not a great movie. but it wasn't quite bad though. the plot twist at the end adds a level of humanity and depth to the plot. it has a bit of a bittersweet ending as well. i would totally recommand this movie if you want a movie to just kill some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do:&lt;br /&gt;-ethics paper&lt;br /&gt;-youth justice research essay&lt;br /&gt;-phaedrus paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-2472263258310598744?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2472263258310598744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=2472263258310598744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/2472263258310598744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/2472263258310598744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebration.html' title='celebration'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-2487012834343397515</id><published>2008-08-18T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:47:19.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding season</title><content type='html'>another realization of the aging process within the society, is the sudden spike of invitations to a billion and two weddings. as i jump full throttle into this year's wedding season, i found myself feeling a mix of indifference, and slight bit of fear. the significance of weddings in general have faded to a point that the decision making process of "um... what should i wear to this wedding?" has become way too easy. with the renewal of people marrying at an earlier age, this has manage to indirectly put pressure on the rest of us to find "the one" and tie the knot. fortunately for me and, maybe unfortunately for those people giving me "the look" when i go to these weddings with lee is that marriage is possibly the furthest thing from my mind, almost as far as tiffany becoming a mathematician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my counsellor, there seems to be this one track life pattern that cbc parents drill into the minds of cbcs that a cbc must a) complete university in one of many asian fields like business, engineering, life science, etc. b)upon completion of university, the cbc must quickly acquire a good paying job to save up money for certain properties of their own. for example, a car, a house, etc. c) meet "the one" and get marry asap. cuz we all know how badly all asian parents are dying to be grandparents, and how your parents know just how badly your grandparents want to be greatgrandparents. d) make some babies! (refer back to one of the fundamental truths of chinese culture) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having that said, congratz to adrian and kitty. may god continue to bless this union of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a toast to all of us we are still unmarried, the time of getting shitfaced, punking in random locations, and passing out on the bathroom floor is not over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past sunday was one of the most activity filled sundays in a while. church in the morning. the sunday school movie in the morning was super awesome! yay to sermons in lecture style with a structure of a perfectly written philosophy paper. complete with a sound and valid arguments straight out of a philosophical logic text book, to prove the conclusion. i nearly fell out of my chair from all the excitement. lee merely thought i was a high philosophy student, cuz i was the only one freaking out over such insignigicant things. lunch with my church friends are always a blast. watching the olympics with them only makes the experience all that much more exciting. then the noon-k was extremely relaxing. haven't been to k in a long time, it was definitely a nice change of activities. then dinner was a mix of serious conversations and more random yet hilarious chats. i love spending time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice surprise was also waiting for me at dinner. running into vanessa was definitely very nice. it was wonderful to see her doing so much better. must do something together before summer is over. continue to send her much love, and keep her in my prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking... post on the olympics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;severe thunderstorm alerts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-2487012834343397515?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-4919524180932096797</id><published>2008-07-30T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:59:20.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>revitalization</title><content type='html'>on this quiet evening, after the drama of work and family, fate decided it was time to revisit this long forgotten treasure. it was quite an interesting experience re-reading memories and thoughts of the past, what a different person i was then. now freshly 21, i feel the need again to organize my thoughts and my experiences. hello blog. as craziness of life is catching up to me again, i must go party it up like any young person should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to kavi and matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-4919524180932096797?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-116581354444328460</id><published>2006-12-10T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:05:44.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its that time of the year again</title><content type='html'>once again it is exam time. &lt;br /&gt;as usual people are panicking like crazy because of the absolutely insane schedules.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, university like steals your money and car, then drives you out to like butthole ontario, drops you off naked in the -40 degree weather, drives off with your car, while waving and winking at you. &lt;br /&gt;anywho, yes my exams schedule sucks like no tomorrow. its this tuesday, wednesday and friday. am i ready for any of them? no. on top of that i have to work tuesday and wednesday nights. just freaking great eh. &lt;br /&gt;i hate living. my mom keeps telling me that its hard to die, and it takes a lot of courage. i just thought, hell you just haven't gone to university to feel that kind of despair, so dying would seem to be relatively easy. &lt;br /&gt;well this exam period, also allowed me to learn something about my family. sadly, its not good news. o well. c'est la vie. &lt;br /&gt;so life goes on. hope everyone do well on exams.&lt;br /&gt;can't freaking wait till christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-116581354444328460?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/116581354444328460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=116581354444328460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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so the life of an university student. &lt;br /&gt;i think that soon this blog will become a place for me to rant and vent, school is just too crazy for its own good. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on to my rant, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back my *** essay, i didn't fail but i didn't do as well as i would like to either. gr... i suppose that i can't say just how much i hate my prof at the moment. then again i never like the guy to begin with. lolly originally like the man, i so disagreed with her, but i think now she is slowly coming over to the dark side. today, i went to the tutorial at 11 late, but o well, whatever. i could really careless, as long as i still get my marks. i went late to the lecture, because i was starving, food is definitely a priority. i go in to the lecture to find out that the prof is giving a speech about how crappy our book reports were. i looked at lolly immediately, she just gave me a look of annoyance back, i can't blame her for doing that. like he expected us to write some spectacular paper, by providing only a one page double sided syllabus. i don't think so buddy. like the description of the assignment consisted of 7 sentences. wtf... like his speech was like o this was suppose to be included, and that was suppose to be included. like if you want it to be included so goddamned badly then write it down, so it will be done. sheesh... i swear he is trying to fail everyone or something, its so unfair. then again, he argument will be that, you should have taken the recommanded preparation course for this course or like this is university you should have known better. this is so like his revenge on us. this prof who keep saying that like o he is a catholic and blah, blah, blah. i thought that christians are suppose to be nice to people, not deliberately tricking your students into doing poorly. well i hope you, mr. prof that you would enjoy your eternity in hell. its like hm... why doesn't people like christians? well, the answer is "just look in the goddamn mirror!" or like hm... why are people losing trust in others? well, the answer is "just look in the goddamn mirror!" its people like him, where is projects the image that profs are the spawn of satan, ruining your life by destroying your gpa. so everyone out there be warn, never ever take ****** it will completely fuck you over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ask me which course it is in person. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later f-ing days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-116249580581540433?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/116249580581540433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=116249580581540433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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again, i think many would agree that school is merely and process where the government brainwashes us into being model citizens and taxpayers, all the while stealing a fortune out of us. the only good thing about school is that i am with friends that i normally woud not see and meet people whom i normally interact with. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel rather accomplished today, i got the locker at the larkin building, and i also got my gown. yay tiffany! i also lost like 200 or so dollars from my bank account from books and stuff. *shaking my fist at the university* well at least my first day of classes is officially over. i just realized that for monday i am at school from like 9-9... with like a huge, and i do mean huge-ass break in between. 12 hours days are not friendly to tiffany. i am so sleepy, therefore my plan is to go home, take shower, eat a little snack, and then off to bed i go. i overslept during the summer, hopefully it will compensate itself out... i know weird logic. meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn concrete building with no reception, now i must leave the warmth and comfort of the mini-microwave room, out to the cold to wait for lee and to contact vanessa. hopefully, i won't get cancer from this. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-115801944789558532?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115801944789558532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=115801944789558532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/115801944789558532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Mercury&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/mercury.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to sun, Mercury has very long days - and is rarely visible to the rest of the solar system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Mercury, because you live for the present - and can truly enjoy a day that goes on forever.&lt;br /&gt;Like Mercury, you are quick and elusive. Your wit is outstanding, and you can win any verbal sparring match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people see you as superficial, but in truth, you just play many roles and have many interests.&lt;br /&gt;A great manipulator, you usually get what you want from people. And they're happy to give it to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-115635136278851797?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115635136278851797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=115635136278851797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/115635136278851797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/115635136278851797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-115401812066834832</id><published>2006-07-27T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:35:20.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>over the last month or so, many interesting fact about my life was revealed to me. such as, tiffany goes crazy if left alone. i also realized that my blogging activity significantly decrease if my life only revolved around mostly work and home. or if my happiness rating decrease. with all of these various factor, it creates for a consequence where i do not blog for an insane long periods of time. having such an rambling explanation of why i have not blogged said. its finally time to remind everyone is my birthday, ha! i rule today, give or take what you want to mean from that sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;The Earth takes 365 days and six hours to lap the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year is what we call those 365 days and six hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just celebrated my 19th lap around the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 rides and I'm not bored yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 rides and I want more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go 20!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-115401812066834832?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115401812066834832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=115401812066834832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/115401812066834832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/115401812066834832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-115013182545264968</id><published>2006-06-12T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:03:45.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>posting</title><content type='html'>once again, life has taken me away from my blogging. it is definitely true, that time passes away when you least expect it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in may, lee and i attended sandy's birthday party. it was amazing fun. although, the day started out as totally horrible, starting from lee not getting the car, accidentally throwing out sandy's present, having to bus out to fairview to meet lee. everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong, but lee managed to picked up the pieces, and we were able to get to sandy's and celebrate her amazing 19th birthday, with friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for inviting us, definitely gotta take you and cary out one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, lee and i are on a movie viewing spree. we would go to see at least one movie per week. its lots of fun, considering we don't spend time together during the week, nor do we talk much, since lee is always tired from work, and i have probably been vegging out all day. its nice to be able to cuddle, watch a movie, and have a good discussion on the movie afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the movies we've seen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-men 3 - although missing nightcrawler, and disappointment in rogue. overall it was a decent action flick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the hedge - i love animated movies, so it was a good choice for me. it was quite funny, and i love hammy the squirrel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi:3 - tom cruise... enough said... (fine, it was a decent film, entertainment for what its worth, okie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da vinci code - the movie ruined the storyline established in the novel, sad. lee and i officially destroyed the code, stupid conspiracies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the break up - it was okie. the beginning was like a reflection of one of lee and i's arguments. but a bittersweet movie, not a must-see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be probably many more movie reviews in the future. now back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-115013182545264968?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/115013182545264968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=115013182545264968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/115013182545264968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/115013182545264968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/06/posting.html' title='posting'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114867467393110989</id><published>2006-05-26T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:17:53.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend</title><content type='html'>this past long weekend was reserved for my fellowship's retreat. since i was supposedly helping out with planning what food we are going to have, fion and i went on two consecutive days of shopping, on thursday and friday. i never thought in my whole life how tiring shopping can be. but by the end of thursday, i thought i could fall apart and collapse. on friday, after some final shopping trips, picking up things that we still need, fion and i picked up ada for lunch at kennedy and hwy 7. ada and i were super squished in fion car, because her car was packed with our stuff, and all the food that we'll be eating in the next four days. i was sitting in the passenger seat in the front, and i was right up against the front, and the windshield. i swear i have never been this close to a windshield in my life for two and a half hours. and ada was seating on half a seat holding onto and making sure food items are save in the back. it was one heck of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the retreat location was at shalom by the lake, a bit north of minden. we rented two cottages, but most of us just stuffed ourselves into one, and saved the other for the counsellors. it was so much fun being up north with my friends from fellowship. we had so much fun talking and sharing with each other, opening ourselves up, and be totally genuine with everyone. it was amazing, i could definitely see God's hands working among us. it was the best retreat i have ever been to, and one of the best experiences at shalom. i hope that i will continue to have these amazing experiences with my fellowship, and bring even more people to come and share this wonderful relationship with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114867467393110989?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114749394345308298</id><published>2006-05-13T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:19:03.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fights</title><content type='html'>lately, lee and i have been fighting like crazy. constantly stepping on each others toes, bring up past wrongs, and just out right piss each other off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose that's what happen when the rose tinted glasses came off. the realities of a relationship sets in. then again, those glasses came off a long time ago. i quite honestly blame it on the fact that i am lacking in human contact recently. i am home most of the time, doing absolutely nothing, probably not speaking more than 50 words a day. (except when i have work) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night, after going to the mac concert. we had one of the biggest fights, i could remember. its strange, when we fight, there it not that much screaming, or cursing, or anything of those things you think you would expect from movies. we are civilize in the sense that we speak, while calculating the weight of our words, to attack the other person, or to defend ourselves. its almost like one of those duels of words in ancient china. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually lost last night's battle, i have to say, i didn't have that great of a chance in winning. considering i won the last one, and its result directly implies that i would lose the next one. talk about the ripple effect of the past to the present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee is the only person, who could argue with me, genuinely win in the sense that i actually apologize for my actions and try my best to change. i feel like a little kid on a leash. maybe this is what it means to be in love, to be in a relationship, to find a person that could actually have such an impact on you. damn you lee. why do i have to love you. you suck. o well life goes on, and hey he pays the bills so i guess we are even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114749394345308298?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114749394345308298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=114749394345308298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114749394345308298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114749394345308298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/05/fights.html' title='fights'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114628839929086518</id><published>2006-04-29T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T01:26:39.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>opera</title><content type='html'>i realize my hidden interest in opera is starting to peak. i have been listening to opera soundtracks for the better part of the past hour. it is so much more rejuvenating then a cup of coffee for me, sad. i haven't slept more than 8 hours for the past two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to lee, i am  nearing the edge of insanity. after my psychology final, i was relieved somewhat, knowing that tonight i will acquire more sleep. as i met up with lee, the hysteria began. we were chilling with louis prior to my final, which was already pretty crazy considering it is louis, my irish unsexy male clone. so i am prime for hysteria, well somewhat. but i as picked up lee at queen's park, the hysteria became full-blown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to stomp my feet when i walk, while wiggling all over. my bones have been aching for the past few days, so it was like a really really warped stretching routine. on top of that, i lost control over my emotions, where even the slightest reaction from lee, i would burst into tear, not knowing the reason why. immediately afterwards, i would be able to laugh uncontrollably for a while. lee decided i needed treatment a.s.a.p., especially before i go to fellowship. he was freaking out over my reactions, i could tell. he treatment was that we would get some food in me, since i didn't have a proper lunch, and i was feeling a little hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his idea was the harvey's treatment. so we went in to the harvey's at yonge and bloor, since it was closest to the subway station. lee ordered a hot dog combo for me. while we were waiting for the food, i told lee something that i thought of, on thursday, due to a certain... shall we say... family dispute. something that would happen to someone if lee truly got mad, its similar to the "hulk effect". in reality the thought was quite morbid, but attributing it to my hysteria, i bursted out into a fit of laughter. i have no control over this laugh, it just went on and on, until my stomach started to cramp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was hysterically laughing my ass off, at an extremely morbid thought, my tear duct was like a flood gate that opened as wide as possible. tears started to stream down my face like niagara falls. near the end of it, i could barely see through my tear filled eyes, and i could barely stand due to the cramp building in my stomach. finally the indian lady behind the counter announced that my hot dog was ready. when she looked at my tear stained face and fading grin, she looked like as if she just saw the most insane person on the face of the planet, and that i look like i could be ready to do something out of this world and she is prepping herself with her hand on the emergency button. but sadly this did not happen, i semi-calmly picked the condiments, and headed to find a seat with lee. "dinner" was rather peaceful while i tried to calm down, and i slowly felt the fatigue of the past days creeping up on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after "dinner", lee and i headed our separate ways. i made it to church safely, though in an extremely exhasted state, had a blast at dinner with fellowship, laughed so hard my voice was hoarse. but all in all, today was rather eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114628839929086518?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114628839929086518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=114628839929086518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114628839929086518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114628839929086518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/opera.html' title='opera'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114568008910308096</id><published>2006-04-22T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:28:09.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>e.e. cummings' "i carry your heart with me"</title><content type='html'>i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;i fear&lt;br /&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114568008910308096?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114568008910308096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=114568008910308096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114568008910308096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114568008910308096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/ee-cummings-i-carry-your-heart-with-me.html' title='e.e. cummings&apos; &quot;i carry your heart with me&quot;'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114473521762172403</id><published>2006-04-11T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T02:00:17.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>money</title><content type='html'>i was in a discussion with lee a while back about the song from the reality tv show the apprentice. for those of you that have watched the show, you would most likely remember that the beginning of the show, it starts of with the lyric of the song going, "money, money, money, money..." it is actually very funny that this song was picked for this show. considering the song is actually talking about how black people doesn't have money, and how they wish that they have money. instead of some rich ass bratty billionaire bragging about how much money and fame he is getting. life is full of irony, tv just magnifies them for the world, and those who are enlightened enough to notice these subtle jokes, will enjoy a hearty laugh at the image that the media is portraying to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114473521762172403?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114473521762172403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=114473521762172403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114473521762172403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114473521762172403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/04/money.html' title='money'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114374849981385777</id><published>2006-03-30T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:54:59.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it not that i don't blog anymore</title><content type='html'>am i in hibernating mode with this blogging business? i can't say for sure. there is so many people now-a-days, blogging whatever the crap that just pop into their minds. well, i can't say that i don't do that sometimes but still. its different. i am currently chilling in a lab in sf. waiting till it is time to walk north to trinity to go to my seminar class. not exactly the most exciting event in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been extremely busy recently, even if i wanted to blog with the best idea in the world to write about. i just can't seem to find the time to do so. i am either reading, due the huge amount of reading that i still have to do. there is only 2 weeks left of school, and then its finals. time to panic? just about. from now till may life in going to revolve only around school and school alone. well not quite, but close enough. i can't believe that work is becoming my escape to this rat race life of university. i thought i love the pool and water before, now its an obession to just jump in and go for a swim and forget all this bs such as gpa, majors, and marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, i have been busy with readings, and crap. i have been lucky enough to be able to catch up with some friends, through the magic of the internet and msn. its so good to just be able to talk to people, whom you haven't seen and talked to in a while, remembering the good ol' days. i honestly can't till for summer to roll around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to all who is struggling through the bull that is university, good luck. and if all else fails just submit to the brutal rape-age of it all, it ain't so bad after a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114374849981385777?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114374849981385777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=114374849981385777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114374849981385777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114374849981385777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-not-that-i-dont-blog-anymore.html' title='it not that i don&apos;t blog anymore'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114369124406876543</id><published>2006-03-29T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:00:57.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114369124406876543?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114369124406876543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=114369124406876543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114369124406876543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114369124406876543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/keys.html' title='keys...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114222282865597008</id><published>2006-03-12T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:07:08.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of updates</title><content type='html'>life have been way too busy lately for my own good. school papers are driving me up the walls, wrecking my brain to come up with innovative stuff to write. i can't wait till i am up all night studying for finals, o the joys of it all. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i went and saw curious george with lee, it was quite a good movie, definitely cheered me up and it made me smile, so that's always good. lately, i am hopping back in the old habits of reading books that is not school related, its bad in a sense considering i am so freaking behind in my readings, but hell whatever. i am a little fed up with school to give a crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on my break from work till april, which is great, it gives me a chance to catch up on reading and playing a bit of computer games. i guess that's life so far. a little bitter right now with everything. hopefully, this crap will pass by soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114222282865597008?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114222282865597008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=114222282865597008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114222282865597008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114222282865597008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/03/lack-of-updates.html' title='lack of updates'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-114049536717601299</id><published>2006-02-20T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:16:18.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>presents</title><content type='html'>on saturday, as a surprise be-lated valentines day present lee bought me this amazing synthesizer. i love it, its so cool, i have been playing with it ever since. and then lee took me out to lunch, which was amazing. we seriously stuffed our faces, cuz we were so hungry. after our tummies were full of food, we went back to his place to get some much needed napping, and we slept for a full 4 hours. yes, the food really knocked us out. we woke up around 7, and we were kinda hungry but we were still kinda full from lunch, so we chilled in front of the t.v. until 11-ish watching a marathon of video on trial on muchmusic, some weird show on life network, and the chinese shows on fairchild and omni. anyways, lee decided that he wants wendys so we had to wait till we got back to my area to get it, considering there isn't one near his house. so dinner ended up being like a midnight snack, which i didn't mind. so saturday all in all was a pretty wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-114049536717601299?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/114049536717601299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=114049536717601299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114049536717601299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/114049536717601299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/presents.html' title='presents'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113981352333507416</id><published>2006-02-13T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:52:03.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Black Outfit Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoesyourfavoriteoutfitsayaboutyouquiz/black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a sophisticated woman with big city taste.&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong creative force - even if you don't wear the boldest clothes.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to intimidate people. But the right guy won't be intimidated by you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer match: Dolce &amp; Gabbana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature accessory: Gold framed sunglasses&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoriteoutfitsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Outfit Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113981352333507416?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113981352333507416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113981352333507416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113981352333507416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113981352333507416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/clothes.html' title='clothes'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113981319779622508</id><published>2006-02-13T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:46:37.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>panties</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Funky Panties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/funky-panties.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're stylish, trendy, but not over the top.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to look good - without looking like you're trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;Men think that you're cute, friendly, and approachable.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a spunky, feisty side that comes out after a while!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofpantiesareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Panties Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113981319779622508?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113981319779622508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113981319779622508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113981319779622508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113981319779622508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/panties.html' title='panties'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113981291445378461</id><published>2006-02-13T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:41:54.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bras</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Sleek Black Bra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/sleek-black-bra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtle, sophisticated, and classy.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the first woman a man notices in the room...&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one he remembers a week later.&lt;br /&gt;You need a guy who will make a lasting impression on you too!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113981291445378461?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113981291445378461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113981291445378461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113981291445378461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113981291445378461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/02/bras.html' title='bras'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113825140393800642</id><published>2006-01-25T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:58:31.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting pattern</title><content type='html'>something that i notice on the RT today while going to school. &lt;br /&gt;if there is a seat between 2 males, a male that came along would rather stand than to take the middle seat. whereas if it was a female that came along, she would put her ass so fast on that seat, quicker than you can say liposuction. (i think, guys are just naturally homophobic or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie so, if there was a seat between 2 females, and a male came along, he would hesitate for a bit, before deciding whether to sit down or not, most likely he would sit down after like a couple seconds of consideration, but there are some cases where the male would choose to stand. obviously, refering to scenario 1, the female once she spotted the seat, its like a bee to honey, boom there goes her ass to the seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my conclusion, is that females' centre of gravity is too low for some females to be standing around too long, its unhealthy(or so they thought). therefore if you see a female around standing in a bus or RT or subway or just whatever, please give up your seat not only to the elderly and disable, but also to the biologically impaired females who can't stand to save their lives for a couple of stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113825140393800642?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113825140393800642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113825140393800642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113825140393800642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113825140393800642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/01/sitting-pattern.html' title='sitting pattern'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113737901436945853</id><published>2006-01-15T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:36:56.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>recap of godiva week</title><content type='html'>why is that damn photo thingy not working? gr.. shaking my fist at stupid pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really type cuz just got my nails done once again. lol. feels like i have claws. *evil grin* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, goldiva week was quite fun as usual. lots to do, lots to see. highlights of godiva week include events like ultimate f!rosh, the chariot race, mr. blue and gold, godiva's crown, full contact day, and many other crazy activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, of course the endless supply of booze at suds, the many rendition of godiva's hymn, and other drinking songs still runs around in my head. all we were missing was some female nudity. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets continue to the last part of this school year with many other fun filled *cough* activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113737901436945853?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113737901436945853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113737901436945853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113737901436945853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113737901436945853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/01/recap-of-godiva-week.html' title='recap of godiva week'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113683469295574224</id><published>2006-01-09T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:24:52.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another quiz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113683469295574224?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113683469295574224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113683469295574224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113683469295574224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113683469295574224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-quiz.html' title='another quiz...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113683449559357373</id><published>2006-01-09T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:21:35.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inner child</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113683449559357373?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113624128495339130</id><published>2006-01-02T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:34:45.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too freaking lazy</title><content type='html'>i have officially obtained a new level in being lazy. its not necessarily a good thing, but hey what the hell right. so much freaking stuff happened, its not even funny. so now i think after 2 nights of lack of sleep, i shall try to recall all that stuff to the best of my memory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-read the book memoirs of a geisha&lt;br /&gt;-went and saw the movie &lt;br /&gt;(the movie's visual effects, costumes, and junk was amazing. but the story line was as flat as some female asian teenagers without their push up bra. if you smack into them hard enough, you might feel ribs. although, if you plan to see the movie or if you already have, please to read the book, to give the movie some form of redeeming quality. and yes, i would love to be a geisha. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-had the most random and coded talk with sam&lt;br /&gt;-spend christmas with lee&lt;br /&gt;-found out that i can't really cook, regardless of how good i pretend that i can&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping with lee &lt;br /&gt;(found out that i am a better fighter when i am asleep. sorry munchkin for hitting and kicking you when i was sleeping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-spent a lot of time at church w. lee&lt;br /&gt;-shopping with lee &lt;br /&gt;(bickering like a married couple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-party at ben's house&lt;br /&gt;-farting chair, buddies, etc&lt;br /&gt;-farewell for vivian&lt;br /&gt;-played winning eleven&lt;br /&gt;(so many penalties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-spend a lot of time with lee (don't know why, at least i wasn't bored)&lt;br /&gt;-read crow lake&lt;br /&gt;-lunch with buby helen + fiasco with the stereo + other appliances&lt;br /&gt;-bought an insane amount of beer&lt;br /&gt;-filled my fridge with beer&lt;br /&gt;-lead my first program by myself at fellowship (proud of myself hardcore)&lt;br /&gt;-korean bbq (ate so much meat before new years)&lt;br /&gt;-got hit in by some asian guy? &lt;br /&gt;(not confirmed but suggested by a reliable source, but i am so dating someone though...  weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thrift shopping (hopefully first and last)&lt;br /&gt;-partied at secret location&lt;br /&gt;-met mike from civ&lt;br /&gt;-jumped on couches&lt;br /&gt;-revealed to some that i am a ikea freak (yes, i love ikea's designs)&lt;br /&gt;-watched fight club and dogma&lt;br /&gt;-wandered the streets of downtown toronto at 5.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;-slept on the most uncomfortable seats at the atrium at sf&lt;br /&gt;-went for chinese food with sam&lt;br /&gt;-saw jess and andrew again&lt;br /&gt;-partied at kelvin's place&lt;br /&gt;-played insane uno&lt;br /&gt;-went crazy cuz of washroom incident (LoL)&lt;br /&gt;-hot pot with fellowship friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, this is the most random of junk i did for the past week or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more crazy stuff will be happening when godiva week rolls around i suspect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113624128495339130?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113624128495339130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113624128495339130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113624128495339130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113624128495339130'/><link 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can't move.&lt;br /&gt;At times I can hardly breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I've always thought of.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but I feel sheltered in your love.&lt;br /&gt;You're where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're with me if I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;There are times I swear I feel like I can fly&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between the Heavens and Earth ,&lt;br /&gt;And frozen in time, Oh when you say those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, there's no one else alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;And this journey that we're on.&lt;br /&gt;How far we've come and I celebrate every moment.&lt;br /&gt;And when you say you love me,&lt;br /&gt;That's all you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;The world goes still, so still inside and&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;In that moment,I know why I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me.&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I love you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113445516212935971?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113445516212935971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113445516212935971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113445516212935971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113445516212935971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-josh-groban.html' title='i love josh groban'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113435946113400767</id><published>2005-12-11T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:51:01.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with lee</title><content type='html'>yesterday went to see naria with lee. it was so good. a definite must see.&lt;br /&gt;i even cried a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went carolling at oriental plaza. i remembered how much i love to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, more volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzZZzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113435946113400767?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113435946113400767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113435946113400767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113435946113400767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113435946113400767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/12/fun-with-lee.html' title='fun with lee'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113381698895433156</id><published>2005-12-05T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:09:48.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas in coming</title><content type='html'>okie, regarding the last post, i have consulted a friend of mine who just happens to work in the fast food industry, he said that B52 might be the size of the lid. maybe. in any case, B52 is everywhere, especially rock lobster. thanks but no thanks lee for the hilarious though mind crippling rock lobster song. and tim's crazy uban dictionary link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming:&lt;br /&gt;i have a sociology test coming on wednesday, so keep praying for me so i do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o the fall term is coming to an end. extremely happy about the holiday because it gives me a chance to catch up on all of my readings before midterms. not exactly the most relaxing of activities, but what the heck right, i'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be volunteering like a madman at stc doing gift wrapping. you know. so if you ever feel like travelling to stc for whatever reasons people have for going to a mall, feel free to drop by the booth donate some money, its a charity don't be cheap,  and see if i am there. if not, i'll probably be with lee, if that is the case, then please do not disturb. j/k. feel free to disturb all you want, please. or else i would be home studying my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate anthropology for the record. stupid darryl. =P (that was an oxymoron.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i better get my tush back to making lesson plans for work tonight. lots of fun. i hope another little kid pukes. please get sick. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113381698895433156?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113381698895433156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113381698895433156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113381698895433156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113381698895433156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-in-coming.html' title='christmas in coming'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113350413828689465</id><published>2005-12-02T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:15:38.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B52</title><content type='html'>B52 is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please someone please explain to me what B52 is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113350413828689465?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113350413828689465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113350413828689465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113350413828689465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113350413828689465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/12/b52.html' title='B52'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113302893984115357</id><published>2005-11-26T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:02:26.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another one of those</title><content type='html'>Name: Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: July 27&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Toronto&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Auburn&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'2''&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: Ambidexterous&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: My teddybear slippers&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: Impatience&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: Losing Lee/Losing my Grandma Jane&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Not a big fan of pizza, but I do like a lot of sauce and pineapple on my pizza&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: um...&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: Why am I up?&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: My tushy&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: Whenever Lee tells me to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: The memories that I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coka Cola&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: MacDonalds&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Both, fun in their own unique way&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: Used to&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: Of course, I love to sing&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: I'm in university&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in yourself: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: Of course&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: Not in particular&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: Sure&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: Not in particular&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: Yes, many&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: Nope&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: No&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: Yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: Yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: Yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: Never&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: Too cold&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: Never&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: Tried&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: In my sleep&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Uber wealthy&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: Denmark (Lego Headquarters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color: Brown/Blonde&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: Depends&lt;br /&gt;Height: Tall&lt;br /&gt;Weight: Fit&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: Depends&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: Lost count&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: Enough&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of Things in my Past that I Regret: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113302893984115357?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113302893984115357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113302893984115357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113302893984115357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113302893984115357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-one-of-those.html' title='another one of those'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113252689806059330</id><published>2005-11-20T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T17:48:18.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i volunteered at yee hong (the old people geriactric center at midland and mcnicoll). i had to wake up at like 8 in the morning to get ready. it was fun, we sang to the old people and did a little puppet show for them. as evil as i can  be, i happen to really like volunteering for some really strange reason. i got a lift home afterwards, and i got re-ready for lee to pick me up for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to boston pizza for lunch, it was so good and filling. after lunch, we wondered around LCBO, Payless Shoes, and Walmart, to waste time before heading to go see harry potter. it was fun dragging lee through stores looking at everything that bored the crap out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to the theatre, there was already a huge line-up for harry potter for getting seats, and it was like 45 minutes before the movie begins. that's crazy. anywho, lee bought me cotton candy, because he knows i love eating cotton candy in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is my favourite harry potter movie so far. aside from the hot guy that played the character of viktor. lol. okie yeah, i am totally crushing on that guy. i like fully googled him when i got home with lee. lee just rolled his eyes at me. hehe. i love lee. that guy is so cute. anyways, back to the movie, this is so far the movie where i had the least questions to ask, and i thoroughly enjoyed the harry potter experience. lee and i think that we would probably go see it again, when we don't have to line up to just get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna come with us to see a movie for free?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113252689806059330?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113252689806059330/comments/default' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113133163429593931</id><published>2005-11-06T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:47:14.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>read my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;I approached the 2005 edition of the Forbes 400 issue with a certain ambivalence. Every year in October, the normally bi-weekly Forbes magazine puts out an extra edition to catalogue the 400 wealthiest people in America. Four hundred sounds like a lot of people to me. I’m pretty sure that’s more people than I know. So, naturally, reading the Forbes 400 List makes me feel that everyone’s a billionaire but me. And that’s what causes my ambivalence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what I feel may be more like anxiety. I’m curious, you see, about who’s on The List and who isn’t. I wonder how their stories have changed from one year to the next. So I have to buy and read The 400 every year. But, I have to admit, I invariably feel a sense of failure when I do. Because these folks are all – every last one of them – just crazy rich. That makes me feel like I’m running out of time to join the club. *sigh* There’s that anxiety again. I have to take a deep breath – deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, despite my earlier comment, I realize that not everyone is a billionaire except me. It turns out that you can get on the list with just $900 million. But the fact remains that 26 people on The List are not billionaires, and are only in the upper ranges of centimillionaires. Somehow, though, I don’t find enormous comfort in this. Fully 93 percent of the 2005 Forbes 400 are packing a net worth of 10 digits or better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better, you ask? Um, yes. Quite a number of folks need 11 digits to measure what they’re worth. You can feel my pain now, right? Eleven digits. The net worth of several generations of my entire family is a rounding error for these people. I am crushed by this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake. My pain is all about me. I don’t begrudge these people their staggering wealth. God bless ‘em, and good for them. I’m perfectly glad everyone else is a billionaire. It just irritates and embarrasses me that I’m, well, not. I see it as a personal failure. After reading The List, I am always left feeling that if one doesn’t have at least $900 mil, well, what the heck have I been doing, anyway? (There’s that anxiety again. Hold on a minute while I breath deeply into my paper bag…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You assume that I am kidding about all this, of course. But I have to tell you that it is less that I am kidding and more that I know this to be absurd. I do feel those things. And things like The Forbes 400 List exists because I and others feel this way that. There is an entire industry built around selling envy. Sure, it’s fascinating to look into the lives of the rich and fabulous. The reality is, of course, that 400 super-rich people out of the 296,000,000 souls that currently live in the United States represents a scant 135 millionths of a percentage point of population. So not even close to everyone is on The List. In fact, it would be generally true – if not perfectly statistically accurate – to say that virtually no one has that kind of money. It is only because enormous media resources project those people into our attention sphere that we know that they exist at all. And it is because of the media ubiquity of these people that we feel a sense of familiarity with them, and feel like they are everywhere. They’re not. They barely exist at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Think of that. Statistically they barely exist at all! I’m feeling a lot better about myself already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that they barely exist at all in numerical terms doesn’t mean they don’t hold a rather conspicuous share of available wealth. The combined net worth of The List adds up to $1.13 trillion U.S. dollars. For comparison, the GDP of Canada is quite a few U.S. billions less than this. That’s significant wealth for an insignificant number of folks. It’s worth noting here, perhaps, that many of those people were also significant contributors to the building of wealth in society. The folks that build great enterprises are not just aggregators of wealth – they are often creators of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, a lot of the zeroes in a net worth statement are merely abstract notations, and are poor measures of real success or happiness. So after contemplating the remarkable stories and amazing sums of such fortunates as those on The Forbes 400 List, it’s useful to tally one’s own blessings. And then, despite the potential for envy and even in comparison, I find that I am still blessed beyond all justification. &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Caspar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113133163429593931?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113133163429593931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113133163429593931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113133163429593931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113133163429593931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/11/read-my-mind.html' title='read my mind'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113078608593181481</id><published>2005-10-31T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:14:45.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a date</title><content type='html'>past saturday, i woke up not in a particularily good manner. and this is because of the fact that i woke up to the sound of my mother's voice. trust me its not fun. she then goes on to proceed to ruin my day to tell me that i had to come to early. it wasn't so bad, if she didn't say it in that tone of voice, and demands that i comply. i ended up getting angry with lee because i was just not in that great of a mood, but lee coax to leave the house and meet him at north york city centre. so i bused all the way there, while talking to him on the cell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with lee at the loblaw's there, i love that loblaw's it so nice and neat. seeing lee and talking to him always cheers me up, and as he predicted i felt much better after seeing him. since it was around 2.30 that we met up and both of us haven't had lunch yet, we walked to spring gardens for some much needed sushi. lunch was quite nice, lee got his spicy salmon rolls so he was a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we walked back to empress because we wanted to go see the legend of zorro, on the way there i saw the dq, and i just had to get ice-cream, despite the fact that i was in a winter jacket and scarf, ice-cream was just too good to resist. so lee got me a oreo blizzard. i love oreo. we bought the tickets to the movie, then we wondered around the theatre talking while i finish my ice-cream. it was so yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee got himself a large coke, after we got seated in the theatre. the movie was quite good, although it was quite predictable, because lee keep telling me what was going to happen before it happened. no he didn't see the movie before hand. and he kept making stupid jokes about the movie throughout the movie. overall it was a fun movie to just waste a couple of hours watching. i love catherine zeta-jones, she is still so hot after like 2 kids, that's insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed out of the movie around 6 - 7ish, and once again we were hungry, as usual. lee suggested that we go to a sports bar for dinner, and of course i took him up on his offer. it was fun, watching the hockey game with like everyone else in the bar. althought, what a disappointment it was for the leafs. i ordered for myself chicken fingers and fries and it was delicious. after dinner, we had a little stroll to finch where lee's dad would pick us up to drive us home. during our stroll, we saw like 2 people sitting in the cementary just chilling, obviously we had a great time making fun of them. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got home we snuggle on lee's bed, and the food got to me so i fell asleep rather quickly. hehe lee was smart he didn't bug me when i slept, he finally learned his lesson. soon it was getting late, and i had to get home early, so he woke me up the best he could without getting hit, and drove me home. needless to say, we had a date that was wonderful, we haven't done that in a while. can't wait for next saturday to roll around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113078608593181481?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113078608593181481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113078608593181481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113078608593181481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113078608593181481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/10/date.html' title='a date'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-113060306701782763</id><published>2005-10-29T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T12:24:27.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trin halloween party</title><content type='html'>wow this blog is be coming an monthly entry blog. sorry blog, i'll try to update you more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thursday, trin hosted its annual halloween party. since i was part of nrac, after anthro, i grabbed my costume from lil's room and headed to the nrac office at the buttery. i help set up and decorated the place. met the guys from the band, cuz we had a live band at the party, pretty cool eh. they were all uber nice and they even help decorate and set up. afterward, i chilled with the people in nrac. met another tiffany, she dressed up as the french maid for the party, very trashy. then i proceeded with eva, and steph to change into our costumes. i was a cute angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon people were filling into the buttery. and i helped sell drinks tickets at the booth. hehe that means free drinks for me. overall the party was amazing, as predicted in mean girls, halloween gives girls an excuse to dress up as slutty as possible. believe me all the guys there probably all had an eyeful of candies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night i crashed at lee's place. he picked me up cuz it was so freaking late. we got macdonalds. nothing beats extremely unhealthy food. watched a bit of tv while we ate. then we snuggled in bed and watched the latest episode of south park. south park as usual was fantastic. sleep was quite eventful due to activities that we didn't do because of my sleepiness. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up slightly grumpier than usual. we went to the bank to deposite some cash. found out that i got paid, which was great. and lee walked me to the bus stop. and that concludes my wild thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-113060306701782763?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113060306701782763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=113060306701782763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113060306701782763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/113060306701782763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/10/trin-halloween-party.html' title='trin halloween party'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112776351062675757</id><published>2005-09-26T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T15:38:30.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo... an update</title><content type='html'>hey everyone, first i would apologize for the lack of update. and this time, it wasn't because i was lazy or anything, but because of my incompetence with technology, and just bad luck i supppose. in any case, i am back online. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been awfully busy, between the crazy initiations at trin, catching up on the readings for each class, spending time with friends, and getting sleep, yup there isn't a second to waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes are absolutely insane, between the 20 something people seminar and the 2000 people psychology class, its all warped. all in all, life is adjusting just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making tons of new friends is amazing, just today i was bus-ing with this girl, (i forgot her name already, o well) it was so fun just talking on the subway. well meeting new people is super, chilling with old friends is just as fun. i was sitting with lilian the other day at psy100 and we were making fun of this "extremely out-dated guy", he was so weird looking that he looked like a girl. don't ask, it'll gross you out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;university experience to me at the moment is just everything happening all at once, it can be very hectic at times, but i am glad i can just kick back and relax with lee. back in the summer our number one activity was to play games, go out and just do a bunch of crazy shit with friends. now, we just go out and eat, then hop back in to his bed for an additional 4 hours of sleep. (my apologies to lee for stealing his blue blanket and drooling all over his pillows =P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, time to go get ready for work, and then more study tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112776351062675757?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112776351062675757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112776351062675757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112776351062675757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112776351062675757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/ooo-update.html' title='ooo... an update'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112655985514684580</id><published>2005-09-12T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:17:35.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F!</title><content type='html'>yes, i know stinky for reminding me that i have not updated my blog for a period of time. therefore, i am updating it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frosh to say the least was freaking amazing. lots of fun parties, crazy events and meeting tons of new people. and yes, trin have the best food on campus. in addition, on certain nights of the week if you eat in the dinning hall, you get served. i know, what service eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trin is great overall, although i did get a little fed up with the people there, due to the fact that most people at trin are w.a.s.p.s and obviously i am not one of them thus the conversations were a little strained on my part. but hey what the hell, it all about networking at this moment in time anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, everyone should go to frosh, and trin is the best college at ut. thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112655985514684580?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112655985514684580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112655985514684580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112655985514684580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112655985514684580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/09/f.html' title='F!'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112502085210968940</id><published>2005-08-25T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:47:32.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last last week n last week n recently</title><content type='html'>why the hell am i so slow on damn updating lately? i dunno, maybe without the pressure of work, i am finally enjoying the idea of a true vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one monday a while back, after work lee came to pick me up, i thought great get food, chill and then go home and sleep. nope, i finally get some craziness from lee, we drove all the freaking way to mississauga(?) to pick up andrew. and andrew look so different with the lack of hair. i almost mistaken him for some skin head or something. its was a shock. after driving around trying to figure out where the hell he was, we were finally able to pick him up. i was seriously getting hungry major at that point, so we drove to get a&amp;w, i was like dude we drove all the way across the city to get a&amp;w, this is like fucking harold n kumar, instead of white castle we got a&amp;w and instead of a chinese guy and a brown person, its 2 white guys and a chinese girl, now that's a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got drive thru a&amp;w, and we ate it in the parking lot like some hobos. after chowing down our uber unhealthy midnite snack, we drove all the way back to my place to drop me off. talk about some journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had work again on tuesday, which is as usual a bummer. since mark got kinda sick, we closed up early, and i bused to lee place, cuz howard, jon, and andrew was there playing monopoly like who can resist. lee picked me up at finch and i got a lift to his house. it was amazing watching a bunch of guys with pizza and pop around a monopoly board, rather nerdy yes, but hell it was entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lee dominated and killed andrew piece by piece, we proceeded to create a bomb. why a bomb you ask? why not? get with the flow people, it all about bombing this and bombing that nowadays. but due to the lack of fruit, we made a peach sparkler instead, its still good. then we drove to a nearby baseball field/park to blow it up. it was so fun blowing stuff up, i think the smoke that came from that is kinda not healthy. o well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we cleaned the remain of what was left of the peach and the pizza box, lee drove jon, howard and me home. what a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other stuff happened in between stuff that i don't remember but yeah stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, on friday it was the flood. i was dt w. lee getting my t-card and doing the stupid fee deferral thingy, which i am still quite confuse about. one day i'll figure it out. my t-card turn out quite nice, it made my hair look uber red, meh. gotta get another one soon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining a bit when i was finish with all this ut business. we decide to go watch the aristocrats to escape from the rain kinda, cuz it was hardcore windy, and the rain that hit skin was painful. i was surprise at how much it hurt. it wasn't raining hard but the little bit of rain did major damage dt. in any case, we made it alive to the paramount theatre. got some sushi for lunch, and then we to see the aristocrats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was hilarious. a must see to all those that appreciate the art of comedy. its not for everyone, but i sure loved it, laughed my ass off throughout. after the movie, i bused home, only to discover that the dvp was flooded, my church was flooded, just about everything was flooded except my house. thank God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky me being dt to escape this craziness, and i thought i would be fuck being dt since its always dt that get fucked first. yay me! (all praise are forwarded to God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday at work was hilarious, because of the stupid make up lesson, we had 2 hour break between guarding and instructionals. so dillion drove all of us to kbbq. omgosh, convos were hilarious. i swear the only topic was sex. all different types of sex, sex games, lingos, etc etc. i couldn't believe the gross shit that came out off blake and vince's mouths. and to top it all off we were eating kbbq with 2 brown people, i mean it just couldn't get any funnier. i love work, when we aren't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the shift, vince and dillion were trying to throw me in the water cuz they threw nish in. stupid nish for giving them the idea to throw me in. good thing lee taught me a few tricks, and i put up such a good fight, and i would have gotten away if vince didn't get me in a upside down position right over the edge, and we just fell in. stupid, at least i pulled down his swim short right before we fell in and blake got a good shot of his white ass. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee slept over on tuesday, stupid lee for rolling around and cause me to have a bad night's sleep. i need to steal his bed one day. we woke up super early on wednesday, cuz we wanna get golden griddle for breakfast. breakfast was uber yummy. then we drove back to his house for more sleep. i love lee's bed, damn him for having such an amazing bed. we rolled around and cuddled for a bit and watched good will hunting, before we had to go out to markville for his interview. i bought candy while he was gone, and wondered around toy r'us. i like toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove home (his house) to get more snuggling done afterwards, and we ordered in dinner so we could watch tv and eat. haha, stupid durex condom. that's so jokes. enough said. sims 2 is fun as always, can't wait to get the new expansion pack. yup yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellent now i am all caught up in my blogging. its more time to have more adventures so i can write some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. o sandy is back soon time to catch up. *note to self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112502085210968940?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112502085210968940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112502085210968940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112502085210968940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112502085210968940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-last-week-n-last-week-n-recently.html' title='last last week n last week n recently'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112407546664752964</id><published>2005-08-14T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:31:46.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>silly story</title><content type='html'>A newlywed couple had only been married for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The husband, although very much in love,&lt;br /&gt;couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, he said to his new wife,&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I'll be right back."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going, coochy cooh?"&lt;br /&gt;asked the wife.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I'm going to have a beer."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The wife said,&lt;br /&gt;"You want a beer, my love?"&lt;br /&gt;She opened the door to the refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer,&lt;br /&gt;brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The husband didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could think of saying was,&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, lolly pop...but at the bar...you know...they have frozen glasses..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by saying,&lt;br /&gt;"You want a frozen glass, puppy face?"&lt;br /&gt;She took a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The husband, looking a bit pale, said,&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, tootsie roll, but at the bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious...&lt;br /&gt;I won't belong, I'll be right back. I promise. OK?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You want hors d'oeuvres, poochi pooh?"&lt;br /&gt;She opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets,mushroom caps, pork strips, etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"But my sweet honey... at the bar... you know... there's swearing, dirty words and all that..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You want dirty words, cutie pie?...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"LISTEN UP, DICKHEAD! DRINK YOUR F*CKING BEER IN YOUR GODDAMN FROZEN MUG&lt;br /&gt;AND EAT YOUR MOTHERF*CKING SNACKS, BECAUSE YOU ARE MARRIED NOW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE! GOT IT,ASSHOLE?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and, they lived happily ever after. Isn't that a sweet story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okie baby, i still love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was full of movies. first there was the leaked family guy movie, which was incredible as always. gotta love pirated stuff. we also went to go see wedding crashers with my brother. yeah... all those tit scenes and sex scenes were quite awkward with him sitting next to me. aside from that, it was a pretty funny movie. its definitely giving me ideas. o don't worry sweetykins, i don't hurt you too much. and we all come to realize from yesterday that the more it hurts, the more intense the pleasure become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, and to end off this sexy post i would simply like to say that "some people say that we only use 10% of our brain, but i think we only use 10% of our heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112407546664752964?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112407546664752964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112407546664752964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112407546664752964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112407546664752964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/silly-story.html' title='silly story'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112373249621790183</id><published>2005-08-10T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:54:56.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>loving me for me ~ thx babe</title><content type='html'>People ask if I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sitting here with your picture&lt;br /&gt;And smiling to myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lost in my own thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;My heart speaks before my mind thinks through&lt;br /&gt;And I blush as I say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling of vulnerability coming over me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling weak and I can't speak&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd give in so willingly to a human being&lt;br /&gt;With abilities to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Free, make me be me&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your love, your smile, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I must admit it's a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You please me, complete me, believe me&lt;br /&gt;Like a melody&lt;br /&gt;Your soul, your flow, your youth, your truth is simply proof&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;But the best quality thats hookin' me&lt;br /&gt;Is that you're loving me for me&lt;br /&gt;Is that you're loving me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask why I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me start by saying&lt;br /&gt;You got my heart by just being who you are&lt;br /&gt;And what we got is between me and you&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter about the money I make&lt;br /&gt;Or what I do, or that I'm a, huh, a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally you're there for me&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably you inspire me, spiritually, so sweet&lt;br /&gt;This is meaningful, is incredible, pleasurable, unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel, so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your love, your smile, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I must admit it's a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You please me, complete me, believe me&lt;br /&gt;Like a melody&lt;br /&gt;Your soul, your flow, your youth, your truth is simply proof&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;But the best quality thats hookin' me&lt;br /&gt;Is that you're loving me for me&lt;br /&gt;Is that you're loving me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so amazing how something so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Has come and rearranged my life&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed by destiny&lt;br /&gt;Oh, heaven came and saved me&lt;br /&gt;An angel was placed at my feet&lt;br /&gt;This isn't ordinary, he's loving me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped of all make up, no need for fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;No cover ups, push ups&lt;br /&gt;With him, I dont have to put on a show&lt;br /&gt;He loves every freckle, every curve, every inch of my skin&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling me entirely, taking all of me in&lt;br /&gt;He's real,he's honest, he's loving me for me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112373249621790183?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112373249621790183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112373249621790183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112373249621790183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112373249621790183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/loving-me-for-me-thx-babe.html' title='loving me for me ~ thx babe'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112369298081230530</id><published>2005-08-10T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:56:20.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah...</title><content type='html'>my apologies for the lack of blogging. work has finally consumed my life, when i am not at work, i am doing lesson plans and marking, which leaves me with just enough time to sleep. although my bank account is filled with cash to be spent, yet i do not have to time to buy anything other than food. wtf?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be so happy after the 18 because then i only have to work 2 days a week. thank God. more time for movies and parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i must thank lee for making the last party a success. thanks for driving everyone around, and planned amazing games to play. in addition, we are currently in the process of planning another party on the 20, so stay tune. i can assure you all that this party will also be a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112369298081230530?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112369298081230530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112369298081230530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112369298081230530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112369298081230530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/08/blah.html' title='blah...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112269837664006203</id><published>2005-07-30T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:39:36.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday + party</title><content type='html'>wednesday the 27 was my 18 b-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started out with dim sum at brimley and sheppard with my family, lee and steven. it so quite an experience eating authentic chinese food with steven. my parents keep laughing at lee and steven for being so "white" so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we drove my grandma and tim back home for the day. after dropping them off, we headed off to stc to grab my b-day pres. from lee a new cell. yay me. the three of us wondered around stc talking about stupid yet funny shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at the rogers store for way too long, but eventually we got our cells and off we went back home (my home) to chill for a bit. we chilled at my house until it was time for dinner. we picked up tiff y. and dropped steven and tiff at frankie's first to grab a table, then we picked up winnie, howard, and irene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was quite eventful, tons of crazy laughs, and tons of random convos. after dinner, we picked up andrew and angelina and off we went to my house for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played pay day which was weird to play when you are a bit drunk. after that we played twister which was insane. too many weird positions on the damn mat, prolly more demonstrated on the mat than in the kama sutra. its fun watching people do shit on the mat when they are drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after many games of twister, we move to chinese whispers, but it didn't work too well because irene keeps laughing her head off after every turn. anywho, then we played spin the bottle truth and dare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say the least, the truths and the dares just got raunchy-er by the second. i suppose what happened in my basement will stay where it is. that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess next party will be even more raunchy, maybe. yup so everyone be ready, because next party planning is in progress. so be ready for more booze, boobs, and crazy-ness in august.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112269837664006203?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112269837664006203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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*shock*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&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/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112235372153337033?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112209209048668436</id><published>2005-07-23T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T00:14:50.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM BAD 80'S MOVIES</title><content type='html'>Smart people wear thick glasses, button-down shirts, and slacks.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb people wear football uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in high school was having sex except you and the class&lt;br /&gt;valedictorian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dog is way smarter than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France is populated entirely by attractive young women and Gerard Depardieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Southern town has a fat redneck sheriff named "Smokey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexico is populated entirely by vacationing frat boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents always come back from vacation a day early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no ugly prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only possible to win any sporting event in the last three seconds of&lt;br /&gt;the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleaders hate having their shirts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to escape your enemies is to drive on the wrong side of the&lt;br /&gt;road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student who's failing every class can still rig up an elaborate device to&lt;br /&gt;to answer his phone when he calls in sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112209209048668436?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112209209048668436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112209209048668436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112209209048668436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112209209048668436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/07/truths-about-life-i-learned-from-bad.html' title='TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM BAD 80&apos;S MOVIES'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112196006033474782</id><published>2005-07-21T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:34:20.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quebec</title><content type='html'>working and going out so much has finally limited my blogging time to mornings when i have just woken up. that's just plain insanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to this morning's topic, my trip to quebec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma, my auntie florence, tim and i were kinda forced by my mom to join something like a trip because my auntie was only staying for two weeks. my mom thinks that staying at home isn't exactly fun. anyways, so she signed us up with a tour to quebec, which really wasn't a bad idea except that i would miss work and miss lee. boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the tour started on the 13 of july, so basically we went to ottawa, mount tremblanc, montreal, and quebec city. i really don't wanna go into details considering most of the time we were travelling on the coach bus and watching movies, which to say the least was rather entertaining. but we did visited quite a few places over the few days, such as a botanical garden, the olympic stadium, a wildlife park, where you actually drive in to feed the wild animals, the old city of quebec, some waterfall, and a few other places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love staying at hotels, its so fun. so gotta do i more often. and quebec legal drinking age is so 18, which means that i have to go back sometime during the summer again just to get freaking smached, and do tons of crazy stuff just for the hell of it. that's a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's concludes my trips so far for the first two weeks of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from going on trips and chilling during my summer, i am working like a maniac. because without money you can't do shit. everything cost money, good thing my grandma just gave me like 100 bucks american, wait till exchange rates are good, and boom more cash in my bank for me. well, work has been decent except for the constant yelling at kids part. next week i get three days off, which is amazing, more time to waste and just fuck around. (no implications)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my auntie florence left of hk already, her two weeks was up. but it was fun having her here, and she seriously convinced lee to take me back to hk maybe sometime in the near future. hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i took my grandma downtown to walk around chinatown and such. met up with lee at eatons although according to me, he was late. boo... made me wait. anyways, walked around eatons for a bit, then walked along younge and queen. after a bit, we got hungry so went to a sushi restaurant for lunch, and it was pretty good. o yeah... lee bought me twister for party usage. after lunch, the three of us walked around chinatown, where lee bought two movies that is still in the theatres for 5 bucks, and my grandma got oranges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun just chilling and resting for a day finally. my mom picked me and my grandma up from stc, and we went out for dinner, it was so jokes making fun of my brother with my mom. stupid timothy. when we got home, tim and i played twister where my mom was just laughing her head off, and keep tellling us that if she laughed any harder she would piss herself. great... i really needed to know that. but twister was fun anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! all caught up in my blogging. give myself a pat on the back for a job well done. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy Marsh: You see, Token, when a man and a woman really love each other, the man puts his penis into the woman's vagina. It's called 'making love,' and its normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Token: And when the woman has 4 penises in her, and then stands above the guys and pees on them, is that love making? Five midgets beating a man covered in Thousand Island dressing. Is that love making?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112196006033474782?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112196006033474782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112196006033474782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112196006033474782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112196006033474782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/07/quebec.html' title='quebec'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112178555078930393</id><published>2005-07-19T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T11:05:50.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slow</title><content type='html'>i am seriously insanely behind on my blogging. boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking way back to the beginning of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day of june, i slept over at lee's house, so on july 1st i could go up north with lee to his boat for the long weekend. i made sure that both lee and i were packed before we went to bed, so then we wouldn't have to rush to pack stuff when we wake up the next morning. we got woken up last on friday morning, but since we were all packed anyways, it didn't really matter much. after we got ready we hopped into the truck with lee's mom, linda, for the long ride up north. we made a quick stop at the timmy's for some breakfast, and off we went to orillia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ride up wasn't so bad, except for the insane amount of white people music played in the truck. it took about 2.5 to 3 hours to get to the marina. the marina the boat is at this year is nice, every is great except for mother nature, and her bugs, which really bugs me. once we got there, we got the boat ready hoping to get out into the lakes and such, but unforunately with the wind and stuff, we couldn't go out. so we had picnic lunch at the marina. we headed to the town of orillia to shop for a bit before returning to the marina. then lee, the z, lisa, linda, and i ended up playing monopoly for the afternoon. it was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spending an afternoon playing monopoly, we headed off to the town of orillia for dinner. dinner was quite good, then we walked around the street after dinner for fireworks. the fireworks was amazing, it was so cool. when the fireworks was over, we head back to the hotel for the night. being in a hotel room is always fun. jumping on the bed, playing in the bathroom. lol. we watched t.v. until we couldn't keep our eyelids open. as me and lee were sleeping in our room, at around 2 in the morning, we got woken up by some noise. i figured out it was the phone, so lee picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns out that lisa and the z, triggered some alarm on the boat because they were sleeping over at the boat. so lee's parent drove back to the marina to check on them, and we watch some more t.v. because we were wide awake. it was quite an eventful night. the next morning, lee and i both were both a bit sleepy still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to breakfast at a local breakfast joint, breakfast was absolutely delicious. after breakfast, we headed to the marina to get the boat ready so we could cruise around the different lakes, locks and such. we cruised around for the whole afternoon, it was quite relaxing just sitting on the boat. we headed back to the marina for a bbq dinner at the dock. we chilled around the marina until it was time to go back to the hotel. upon arriving at the hotel both lee and i got the munchies, and we chilled in our hotel room, thinking of what to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, i suggested that we head across the street to get some midnight snack at arby's, and that's what we did. arby's was so good. i love food. so after getting some food in our tummys we head back to the hotel, to clean up and go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got timmy's for breakfast the next morning, before going back to the marina for more boating. we chilled on the boat for the rest of the day, i slept for a bit and it was just nice having to do nothing. then it was time to pack up and go home. me and lee hopped back in to his mom's truck for the ride back. we stopped at harvey's for dinner. before heading back to toronto. i slept over at lee's sunday night, and he drove me back on monday so i could go to work that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's concludes my weekend up north at orillia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i worked for the rest of that week. and on the 7 of july, my auntie florence and my grandma on my dad's side came to toronto from hong kong to visit. i got tons of great stuff, including clothes, food, and a gucci bag. isn't that amazing or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my grandma and she is staying for 2 months that is freaking awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i am getting caught up on my blogging a little at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next: my trip to quebec&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112178555078930393?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112178555078930393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112178555078930393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112178555078930393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112178555078930393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/07/slow.html' title='slow'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112118529115526921</id><published>2005-07-12T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:25:17.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally an update</title><content type='html'>many of you are probably wondering, what happened to tifffany?&lt;br /&gt;or how come i don't see her online anymore?&lt;br /&gt;or why didn't she comment on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;or i can't find her anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly why isn't she updating her blog??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j/k&lt;br /&gt;i am not that important... yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe one time or another during your busy summer you have thought about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets travel back in time to the end of june and the beginning of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the insanity that was named prom, we took off our fancy shoes and clothes, and pretty much resume day to day normal-ness. and soon, it was time to head back to a place we have almost forgotten, "school", to pick up our report cards and prom pictures. to say the least, it was a horrible waste of time because due to political retardedness we did not receive our report cards, which was the only purpose that lazy people like me would actually get up to go to school. in addition, we did not get our prom pictures either. so now my morning have completely gone down the shit hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... not quite, because i got to chill with my friends, and to wish them all an amazing summer. we sat around in the cafe and continued to complete the tedious task of signing yearbooks,  soon brian came up with this (insert sarcasm)brilliant idea of going back and visit kelsey our junior highschool just for the hell of it. well since i've already shit my morning away i thought hey what the hell, besides i can get him to help me pick up lee's present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, we (stephen, brian and i) dragged our asses out of the cafe to where-ever that we need to go. brian and i drove charmaine downtown to her work, and then went back up to woodside to grab some lunch. we called stephen after lunch so that we could meet up with him at kelsey since he wanted to come along too. when we got to kelsey, all the kids were like amazed that we arrived in cars, and we got a visitors pass, which made us seemed less like a bunch of intruders. after saying hellos to a couple of teachers, we left kelsey because there really wasn't much to do. then brian and i bid stephen farewell, and off we went to shop for lee's present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets skip the boring driving parts, and in the end we didn't get anything because i am a computer retard. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, my family and i went over to the new house along with lee to prep the house for the arrival of my grandma and my auntie florence. we peeled wallpaper, and vaccumed, it was a lot of hard work. and i had another fight with lee because of stupid stupid reasons. so bad, but we made up in the card. i got to sleep over at lee because on friday we were going up north for the long weekend. upon arriving at lee's house i was still a bit upset with him, so we went to the park to play, which cheered me up like always. i love playing on the swings at night. sleeping with lee was amazing. and what's even better is waking up beside him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next update: my weekend up north. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, &lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him, &lt;br /&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, &lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, &lt;br /&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares &lt;br /&gt;about you and how lucky he is to have you. &lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112118529115526921?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112118529115526921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112118529115526921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112118529115526921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/112118529115526921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-update.html' title='finally an update'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-112001432066458466</id><published>2005-06-28T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:05:20.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;asian&lt;/b&gt;. 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Have you ever dreamed about who or where you want to be? If you have, then you have used one of the most sophisticated piece of machinery this world has ever seen: the time machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a time machine built inside yourself. A marvelous machine that will work for you for as long as you are alive and being alive means to have memories and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories show us what we have lived, why we cried, laughed and celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams show us laughing and celebrating beyond the challenges of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then enjoy today, remember yesterday and dream of tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-112001038158464356?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/112001038158464356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=112001038158464356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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expected. i woke up around 9 ish, and i bummed around the house for a bit, washing my face and brushing my teeth. then my mom drove me and all of my stuff to lee's house. lisa opened the door for me, i waddled into lee's with all of my stuff. i found him in his room in his underwear looking at something. blah. i just hopped into his bed for extra sleeping time. we just snuggled and tickled each other in bed for a while, after fighting our urges to stay in bed we got up and took a shower before heading to the mall for food and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we grabbed lunch at the food court, and i got some snacks from tnt for the salon. around 3 ish we walked our bums to the salon so i can get my hair done. lee dropped me off and he headed home more nap time, while i spend the next 2 hours at the salon getting my hair dyed, cut, and styled. the hairdresser lady was pretty nice to me, chatted with me and made sure my hair looks good. i met up with lee at the rbc thingy, after waiting for him. boo... cuz i looked like a freak... well in comparison to other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, we picked up the flower thingy, and lee gave me 200 bucks for the hair then we headed home. both of us quickly got ready because we took our time getting home for being idiots. :P lee helped me put on my dress because i sucked. we got into the nice car that lee's dad rented and we drove to the bellagio for prom. prom was as i expected, tons of pictures, pretty people and just pure craziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snacks before the dinner was quite good, although the sweet and sour sauce could be a bit more tasty. taking pictures was fun, although i wasn't a big fan of taking so many pictures. i am not that narcissistic. the food was decent, lee kept making crazy comments during dinner, which was quite funny to say the least. i felt kinda bad for kc though because he was expressing that he was a bit lonely at his table at prom, i guess its hard since he didn't know everyone at his table. i think at least he had fun dancing and stuff after the dinner. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prom video was absolutely touching, so many memories and good times. i will never forget the friends i have made in mac. keep in touch. dancing after dinner was fun. lots of crazy music. i so need to get used to dancing in heels once again, at least my feet didn't start hurting till like the fourth last song. props to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so sad having to say goodbye to everyone, i suppose it wasn't really goodbye just a see you later. although, i wasn't really close friends to everyone there but next year would be different, new faces unlike the ones everyday i see in the hallways of mac, everything is about to change. i hugged and shook hands with many close friends, friends, and even just classmates. the emotions, the flashbacks, how i wanted to just freeze that moment in time forever. certainly change must occur, but how i wish i could be young forever, to have things just the way they are forever. dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after prom, i was deciding with lee what to do. i was invited to both pauline's party and tiff y's sleepover, but i couldn't just ditch lee to do my own thing, and going to either party seems rather feminine for my taste. so lee and i chilled with lynn, eric k, jimmy, brian, charmaine, and we picked up justin at his house for pool at mix 2. we played pool till 2.45 am. then brian smartly suggest that we should go downtown to play monopoly. yeah right... lol. so we drove lynn, charmaine, and ourselves home to actually get some rest, and the four guys headed to do their own guys activity. lee and i chilled in my basement in front of the t.v. reflecting on the night. soon lee fell asleep, and i rolled around until morning before i too fell alseep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we slept until 11 ish in the morning. we rolled around in my covers, after deciding that we were hungry, we ordered mr. sub for lunch. while we ate we watched caillou, reccess, judge mathis and other various shows on t.v. after wasting our afternoon away in front of the t.v. lee headed home for his family dinner, and i got ready for fellowship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, got ready and bused my ass across the city to lee's. chilled in his bed for a bit because his damn bed is too comfy for anyone's good. then we headed to the mall for lunch. after lunch, we went shopping for a bikini for me and flip flops. i bought a cute redish pinkish bikini and a matching pinkish flip flops for the long weekend at the boat. lee got a bit frustrated with me because i suck at shopping. sorrie dumbotron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got yogen fruz before we headed home. i love yogen fruz, okie i love lee too. when we got home, we played some japanese dating game. so jokes. we grab mcd's for dinner because we wanna be unhealthy. after dinner we played more of that dating game. then i decided to watch the movie the girl next door, its such porn. haha. inexperience shy guys are such jokes. my dad came to pick me up after the movie. so that's saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for something funny, that i told lee that i would work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redneck Driver's Application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last name: ________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Billy-Bob [_] Bobby-Sue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Billy-Joe [_] Bobby-Jo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Billy-Ray [_] Bobby-Ann &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Billy-Sue [_] Bobby-Lee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Billy-Mae[_] Bobby-Ellen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Billy-Jack [_] Bobby-Beth Ann Sue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: ____ (if unsure, guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: [_]M  [_]F  [_]None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size: ____ Left ____ Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: [_] Farmer [_] Waitress  [_] Mechanic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Dirty Politician [_] Hair Dresser [_] Un-employed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spouse's Name: ______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Spouse's Name: __________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Spouse's Name: __________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover's Name: _______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Lover's Name: ___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with spouse:  [_] Sister [_] Aunt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Brother [_] Uncle [_] Mother [_] Father &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Son [_] Cousin [_] Daughter   [_] Pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of children living in household: ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of children living in shed: ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of children that are yours: ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education: 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest grade completed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If higher education what was your major?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] 5th grade       [_] 6th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do you [_] Own [_] Rent your mobile home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicles you own and where you keep them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Total number of vehicles you own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Number of vehicles that still crank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Number of vehicles in front yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Number of vehicles in back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Number of vehicles on cement blocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firearms you own and where you keep them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] truck [_] kitchen [_] bedroom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] bathroom/outhouse [_] shed [_] pawnshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model and year of your pickup: _______ 194_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a gun rack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Yes [_] No; If no, please explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers/magazines you subscribe to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] The National Enquirer [_] TV Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] Soap Opera Digest [_] Bassmasters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Number of times you've seen a UFO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Number of times you've seen Elvis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Number of times you've seen Elvis in a UFO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far is your home from a paved road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] 1 mile [_] 2 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[_] don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111982408931544693?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111982408931544693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111982408931544693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111982408931544693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111982408931544693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/prom-and-after.html' title='prom and after'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111976165622507745</id><published>2005-06-26T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:54:16.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9CE7FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Leo Drinking Style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#96FCB0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/alcohoroscopes/alcohol.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You love to drink and dance -- you're likely a fabulous dancer.&lt;br /&gt;You're usually pretty a good drinker as well, losing your commanding dignity and turning kittenish.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're quite aware you're darling -- Leos will be Leos, after all.&lt;br /&gt;You generally know your limit, probably because you loathe losing self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get over-refreshed, flirting will ensue -- and perhaps not with the person what brought you.&lt;br /&gt;But you are not the type to break rules even when drunk, so others try to ignore your naughty behavior.&lt;br /&gt;You'll just make up for it with a sheepish (and hung over) apology the next day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9CE7FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Signature Cocktails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEB1C3"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Leos like flashy drinks, be they complicated tropical concoctions festooned with umbrellas, like a Bahama mama or the more common strawberry daiquiri or mai tai. Indeed, you often have a taste for the fruity -- try a screwdriver, or add an extra cherry to the next Manhattan. Your sense of drama lends itself to a kir royale, of course.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9CE7FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Drinking Buddies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEFE8A"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Edward Norton, Bill Clinton, Madonna, Debra Messing, Martha Stewart, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Christian Slater, and Fred Durst.&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/alcohoroscope/"&gt;What's Your Alcohoroscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111976165622507745?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111967523891809360</id><published>2005-06-25T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:53:58.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking...</title><content type='html'>monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up super early for some reason. watched crappy morning cartoon. waited for lee to get up and do his stuff and then we met up at finch to head downtown. went downtown at 1 ish for lunch. after lunch, we met amanda at eaton centre to go shopping for my shoes and just basially chill. shopping with amanda was super fun. lol. being the two coloured person in the trio going into american eagle was quite an experience. haha. walking and talking along yonge was nice, and we got dessert too. i also spend like 100 bucks on makeup at sephora, the sales lady there was like super nice and she did a demo of how to do my makeup for me. i felt special sitting on the chair. hehe. ooo and when we were at aldo, people were complimenting me with my shoes. i feel super amazing, haha this is like an adonis effect, i am so proud to have such nice legs. :P j/k&lt;br /&gt;i also booked my appointment for my hair. i did a lot today, extremely proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;went to school and picked my yearbook. signed yearbooks for like 5 hours in algeo room. it was insane, my hand was like crying at the end of that. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;special assembly for ms. whipp. i felt so priviledge to be part of student leaders to be able to have a personal relationship with ms. whipp and to be part of the assembly. *tears* after the assembly more yearbook signing in the cafe. brian offered to drive me, lynn and liz to fairview to grab food and get stuff. lol. it was so funny waiting for people to get out of cafe. after getting to fairview, we got food, and lynn talked to this cute guy with the x&amp;y t-shirt. haha. liz was going crazy. but damn that guy was cute, he seems awfully nice too. liz also dragged us to hmv in hopes of seeing more cute guys. i felt sorry for brian. i also persuaded lynn to try yogen fruz. lol. told you guys it was delicious. :P brian and i then dropped lynn off at angelina's place. the two of us then headed to pmall to get brian's photo copied and stuff. then we headed to neilson house to pick up my swimming stuff. lol thx brian for the ride. and then he dropped me home, before heading back to school for a gig later that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;prom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting late prom update tomorrow. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111967523891809360?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111897480742216651</id><published>2005-06-16T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:20:07.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BASIC LAWS OF HUMAN STUPIDITY</title><content type='html'>The first basic law of human stupidity asserts without ambiguity that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always and inevitably everyone underestimates the number of stupid individuals in circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the statement sounds trivial, vague and horribly ungenerous. Closer scrutiny will however reveal its realistic veracity. No matter how high are one's estimates of human stupidity, one is repeatedly and recurrently startled by the fact that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cantrip.org/images/stupid01.gif" alt="Stupid" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) people whom one had once judged rational and intelligent turn out to be unashamedly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) day after day, with unceasing monotony, one is harassed in one's activities by stupid individuals who appear suddenly and unexpectedly in the most inconvenient places and at the most improbable moments.&lt;br /&gt;The First Basic Law prevents me from attributing a specific numerical value to the fraction of stupid people within the total population: any numerical estimate would turn out to be an underestimate. Thus in the following pages I will denote the fraction of stupid people within a population by the symbol å.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECOND BASIC LAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural trends now fashionable in the West favour an egalitarian approach to life. People like to think of human beings as the output of a perfectly engineered mass production machine. Geneticists and sociologists especially go out of their way to prove, with an impressive apparatus of scientific data and formulations that all men are naturally equal and if some are more equal than others, this is attributable to nurture and not to nature. I take an exception to this general view. It is my firm conviction, supported by years of observation and experimentation, that men are not equal, that some are stupid and others are not, and that the difference is determined by nature and not by cultural forces or factors. One is stupid in the same way one is red-haired; one belongs to the stupid set as one belongs to a blood group. A stupid man is born a stupid man by an act of Providence. Although convinced that fraction of human beings are stupid and that they are so because of genetic traits, I am not a reactionary trying to reintroduce surreptitiously class or race discrimination. I firmly believe that stupidity is an indiscriminate privilege of all human groups and is uniformly distributed according to a constant proportion. This fact is scientifically expressed by the Second Basic Law which states that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cantrip.org/images/stupid02.gif" alt="Stupid02" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The probability that a certain person will be stupid is independent of any other characteristic of that person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this regard, Nature seems indeed to have outdone herself. It is well known that Nature manages, rather mysteriously, to keep constant the relative frequency of certain natural phenomena. For instance, whether men proliferate at the Northern Pole or at the Equator, whether the matching couples are developed or underdeveloped, whether they are black, red, white or yellow the female to male ratio among the newly born is a constant, with a very slight prevalence of males. We do not know how Nature achieves this remarkable result but we know that in order to achieve it Nature must operate with large numbers. The most remarkable fact about the frequency of stupidity is that Nature succeeds in making this frequency equal to the probability quite independently from the size of the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus one finds the same percentage of stupid people whether one is considering very large groups or one is dealing with very small ones. No other set of observable phenomena offers such striking proof of the powers of Nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evidence that education has nothing to do with the probability was provided by experiments carried on in a large number of universities all over the world. One may distinguish the composite population which constitutes a university in five major groups, namely the blue-collar workers, the white-collar employees, the students, the administrators and the professors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I analyzed the blue-collar workers I found that the fraction å of them were stupid. As å's value was higher than I expected (First Law), paying my tribute to fashion I thought at first that segregation, poverty, lack of education were to be blamed. But moving up the social ladder I found that the same ratio was prevalent among the white-collar employees and among the students. More impressive still were the results among the professors. Whether I considered a large university or a small college, a famous institution or an obscure one, I found that the same fraction å of the professors are stupid. So bewildered was I by the results, that I made a special point to extend my research to a specially selected group, to a real elite, the Nobel laureates. The result confirmed Nature's supreme powers: å fraction of the Nobel laureates are stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea was hard to accept and digest but too many experimental results proved its fundamental veracity. The Second Basic Law is an iron law, and it does not admit exceptions. The Women's Liberation Movement will support the Second Basic Law as it shows that stupid individuals are proportionately as numerous among men as among women. The underdeveloped of the Third World will probably take solace at the Second Basic Law as they can find in it the proof that after all the developed are not so developed. Whether the Second Basic Law is liked or not, however, its implications are frightening: the Law implies that whether you move in distinguished circles or you take refuge among the head-hunters of Polynesia, whether you lock yourself into a monastery or decide to spend the rest of your life in the company of beautiful and lascivious women, you always have to face the same percentage of stupid people - which percentage (in accordance with the First Law) will always surpass your expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THIRD (AND GOLDEN) BASIC LAW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Basic Law assumes, although it does not state it explicitly, that human beings fall into four basic categories: the helpless, the intelligent, the bandit and the stupid. It will be easily recognized by the perspicacious reader that these four categories correspond to the four areas I, H, S, B, of the basic graph (see below). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cantrip.org/images/stupidfig1.gif" alt="Stupid03" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Tom takes an action and suffers a loss while producing a gain to Dick, Tom's mark will fall in field H: Tom acted helplessly. If Tom takes an action by which he makes a gain while yielding a gain also to Dick, Tom's mark will fall in area I: Tom acted intelligently. If Tom takes an action by which he makes a gain causing Dick a loss, Tom's mark will fall in area B: Tom acted as a bandit. Stupidity is related to area S and to all positions on axis Y below point O. As the Third Basic Law explicitly clarifies: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A stupid person is a person who causes losses to another person or to a group of persons while himself deriving no gain and even possibly incurring losses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When confronted for the first time with the Third Basic Law, rational people instinctively react with feelings of skepticism and incredulity. The fact is that reasonable people have difficulty in conceiving and understanding unreasonable behaviour. But let us abandon the lofty plane of theory and let us look pragmatically at our daily life. We all recollect occasions in which a fellow took an action which resulted in his gain and our loss: we had to deal with a bandit. We also recollect cases in which a fellow took an action which resulted in his loss and our gain: we had to deal with a helpless person. We can recollect cases in which a fellow took an action by which both parties gained: he was intelligent. Such cases do indeed occur. But upon thoughtful reflection you must admit that these are not the events which punctuate most frequently our daily life. Our daily life is mostly, made of cases in which we lose money and/or time and/or energy and/or appetite, cheerfulness and good health because of the improbable action of some preposterous creature who has nothing to gain and indeed gains nothing from causing us embarrassment, difficulties or harm. Nobody knows, understands or can possibly explain why that preposterous creature does what he does. In fact there is no explanation - or better there is only one explanation: the person in question is stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREQUENCY DISTRIBUTION &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people do not act consistently. Under certain circumstances a given person acts intelligently and under different circumstances the same person will act helplessly. The only important exception to the rule is represented by the stupid people who normally show a strong proclivity toward perfect consistency in all fields of human endeavours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all that proceeds, it does not follow that we can chart on the basic graph only stupid individuals. We can calculate for each person his weighted average position in the plane of figure 1 quite independently from his degree of inconsistency. A helpless person may occasionally behave intelligently and on occasion he may perform a bandit's action. But since the person in question is fundamentally helpless most of his action will have the characteristics of helplessness. Thus the overall weighted average position of all the actions of such a person will place him in the H quadrant of the basic graph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that it is possible to place on the graph individuals instead of their actions allows some digression about the frequency of the bandit and stupid types. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect bandit is one who, with his actions, causes to other individuals losses equal to his gains. The crudest type of banditry is theft. A person who robs you of 100 pounds without causing you an extra loss or harm is a perfect bandit: you lose 100 pounds, he gains 100 pounds. In the basic graph the perfect bandits would appear on a 45-degree diagonal line that divides the area B into two perfectly symmetrical sub-areas (line OM of figure 2). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cantrip.org/images/stupidfig2.gif" alt="Stupid04" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the "perfect" bandits are relatively few. The line OM divides the area B into two sub-areas, B1, and B2, and by far the largest majority of the bandits falls somewhere in one of these two sub-areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bandits who fall in area B1 are those individuals whose actions yield to them profits which are larger than the losses they cause to other people. All bandits who are entitled to a position in area B1 are bandits with overtones of intelligence and as they get closer to the right side of the X axis they share more and more the characteristics of the intelligent person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the individuals entitled to a position in the B1 area are not very numerous. Most bandits actually fall in area B2. The individuals who fall in this area are those whose actions yield to them gains inferior to the losses inflicted to other people. If someone kills you in order to rob you of fifty pounds or if he murders you in order to spend a weekend with your wife at Monte Carlo, we can be sure that he is not a perfect bandit. Even by using his values to measure his gains (but still using your values to measure your losses) he falls in the B2 area very close to the border of sheer stupidity. Generals who cause vast destruction and innumerable casualties in return for a promotion or a medal fall in the same area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frequency distribution of the stupid people is totally different from that of the bandit. While bandits are mostly scattered over an area stupid people are heavily concentrated along one line, specifically on the Y axis below point O. The reason for this is that by far the majority of stupid people are basically and unwaveringly stupid - in other words they perseveringly insist in causing harm and losses to other people without deriving any gain, whether positive or negative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are however people who by their improbable actions not only cause damages to other people but in addition hurt themselves. They are a sort of super-stupid who, in our system of accounting, will appear somewhere in the area S to the left of the Y axis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POWER OF STUPIDITY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not difficult to understand how social, political and institutional power enhances the damaging potential of a stupid person. But one still has to explain and understand what essentially it is that makes a stupid person dangerous to other people - in other words what constitutes the power of stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially stupid people are dangerous and damaging because reasonable people find it difficult to imagine and understand unreasonable behaviour. An intelligent person may understand the logic of a bandit. The bandit's actions follow a pattern of rationality: nasty rationality, if you like, but still rationality. The bandit wants a plus on his account. Since he is not intelligent enough to devise ways of obtaining the plus as well as providing you with a plus, he will produce his plus by causing a minus to appear on your account. All this is bad, but it is rational and if you are rational you can predict it. You can foresee a bandit's actions, his nasty manoeuvres and ugly aspirations and often can build up your defenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a stupid person all this is absolutely impossible as explained by the Third Basic Law. A stupid creature will harass you for no reason, for no advantage, without any plan or scheme and at the most improbable times and places. You have no rational way of telling if and when and how and why the stupid creature attacks. When confronted with a stupid individual you are completely at his mercy. Because the stupid person's actions do not conform to the rules of rationality, it follows that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) one is generally caught by surprise by the attack; b) even when one becomes aware of the attack, one cannot organize a rational defense, because the attack itself lacks any rational structure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the activity and movements of a stupid creature are absolutely erratic and irrational not only makes defense problematic but it also makes any counter-attack extremely difficult - like trying to shoot at an object which is capable of the most improbable and unimaginable movements. This is what both Dickens and Schiller had in mind when the former stated that "with stupidity and sound digestion man may front much" and the latter wrote that "against stupidity the very Gods fight in vain." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOURTH BASIC LAW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That helpless people, namely those who in our accounting system fall into the H area, do not normally recognize how dangerous stupid people are, is not at all surprising. Their failure is just another expression of their helplessness. The truly amazing fact, however, is that also intelligent people and bandits often fail to recognize the power to damage inherent in stupidity. It is extremely difficult to explain why this should happen and one can only remark that when confronted with stupid individuals often intelligent men as well as bandits make the mistake of indulging in feelings of self-complacency and contemptuousness instead of immediately secreting adequate quantities of adrenaline and building up defenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is tempted to believe that a stupid man will only do harm to himself but this is confusing stupidity with helplessness. On occasion one is tempted to associate oneself with a stupid individual in order to use him for one's own schemes. Such a manoeuvre cannot but have disastrous effects because a) it is based on a complete misunderstanding of the essential nature of stupidity and b) it gives the stupid person added scope for the exercise of his gifts. One may hope to outmanoeuvre the stupid and, up to a point, one may actually do so. But because of the erratic behaviour of the stupid, one cannot foresee all the stupid's actions and reactions and before long one will be pulverized by the unpredictable moves of the stupid partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is clearly summarized in the Fourth Basic Law which states that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-stupid people always underestimate the damaging power of stupid individuals. In particular non-stupid people constantly forget that at all times and places and under any circumstances to deal and/or associate with stupid people always turns out to be a costly mistake. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through centuries and millennia, in public as in private life, countless individuals have failed to take account of the Fourth Basic Law and the failure has caused mankind incalculable losses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIFTH BASIC LAW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of considering the welfare of the individual let us consider the welfare of the society, regarded in this context as the algebraic sum of the individual conditions. A full understanding of the Fifth Basic Law is essential to the analysis. It may be parenthetically added here that of the Five Basic Laws, the Fifth is certainly the best known and its corollary is quoted very frequently. The Fifth Basic Law states that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A stupid person is the most dangerous type of person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corollary of the Law is that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A stupid person is more dangerous than a bandit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of the action of a perfect bandit (the person who falls on line OM of figure 2) is purely and simply a transfer of wealth and/or welfare. After the action of a perfect bandit, the bandit has a plus on his account which plus is exactly equivalent to the minus he has caused to another person. The society as a whole is neither better nor worse off. If all members of a society were perfect bandits the society would remain stagnant but there would be no major disaster. The whole business would amount to massive transfers of wealth and welfare in favour of those who would take action. If all members of the society would take action in regular turns, not only the society as a whole but also individuals would find themselves in a perfectly steady state of no change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When stupid people are at work, the story is totally different. Stupid people cause losses to other people with no counterpart of gains on their own account. Thus the society as a whole is impoverished. The system of accounting which finds expression in the basic graphs shows that while all actions of individuals falling to the right of the line POM (see fig. 3) add to the welfare of a society; although in different degrees, the actions of all individuals falling to the left of the same line POM cause a deterioration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cantrip.org/images/stupidfig3.gif" alt="Stupid05" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words the helpless with overtones of intelligence (area H1), the bandits with overtones of intelligence (area B1) and above all the intelligent (area I) all contribute, though in different degrees, to accrue to the welfare of a society. On the other hand the bandits with overtones of stupidity (area B2) and the helpless with overtones of stupidity (area H1) manage to add losses to those caused by stupid people thus enhancing the nefarious destructive power of the latter group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this suggests some reflection on the performance of societies. According to the Second Basic Law, the fraction of stupid people is a constant å which is not affected by time, space, race, class or any other socio- cultural or historical variable. It would be a profound mistake to believe the number of stupid people in a declining society is greater than in a developing society. Both such societies are plagued by the same percentage of stupid people. The difference between the two societies is that in the society which performs poorly: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the stupid members of the society are allowed by the other members to become more active and take more actions; b) there is a change in the composition of the non-stupid section with a relative decline of populations of areas I, H1 and B1 and a proportionate increase of populations H2 and B2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This theoretical presumption is abundantly confirmed by an exhaustive analysis of historical cases. In fact the historical analysis allows us to reformulate the theoretical conclusions in a more factual way and with more realistic detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether one considers classical, or medieval, or modern or contemporary times one is impressed by the fact that any country moving uphill has its unavoidable å fraction of stupid people. However the country moving uphill also has an unusually high fraction of intelligent people who manage to keep the å fraction at bay and at the same time produce enough gains for themselves and the other members of the community to make progress a certainty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a country which is moving downhill, the fraction of stupid people is still equal to å; however in the remaining population one notices among those in power an alarming proliferation of the bandits with overtones of stupidity (sub-area B1 of quadrant B in figure 3) and among those not in power an equally alarming growth in the number of helpless individuals (area H in basic graph, fig.1). Such change in the composition of the non-stupid population inevitably strengthens the destructive power of the å fraction and makes decline a certainty. And the country goes to Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Carlo M. Cipolla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx carlo for helping to express my frustration towards ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111897480742216651?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111897480742216651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111897480742216651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111897480742216651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111897480742216651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/basic-laws-of-human-stupidity.html' title='THE BASIC LAWS OF HUMAN STUPIDITY'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111863056670179652</id><published>2005-06-12T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:45:25.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blue man group</title><content type='html'>wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;after spending a long boring day at school and having a great meeting at mcf. i bus my ass across the city in the intense heat to lee's house. we chilled and sat around until dinner time, we had italian for dinner, which was quite good. then, we head to finch, where we proceeded to ttc to yonge and bloor to see the blue man group. the blue man group was amazing, it was funny and entertaining. i can't wait to go see it again. although, i could do less with the toilet paper. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueman.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Blue Man Group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br /&gt;went to bridlewood with vanessa, she returned her library books, and we ate and chilled at the food court where there is AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. got "hit on" by like 2 guys on the way to meeting up with my mom. guys, girls are not a piece of meat, chill it with the cheap ass pick up lines. blah. like honestly, did these people really think they have a chance? hell no! freaks.&lt;br /&gt;fellowship was interesting. afterwards, we went to this place at warden and steeles to chill, and get food. stupid tall derek. convo. was so jokes. um... good looking girls eh.&lt;br /&gt;"dancing is like sex to woman." *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;lee's day&lt;br /&gt;catching up on sleep was wonderful. z... an example that life is full of assholes. that's why he is full of shit. :P&lt;br /&gt;watched dodgeball, while eating cotton candy. just chilling with the one whom you know is going to spend the rest of his life wasting his time doing stupid stuff with you and think it is the best damn thing in the whole wide world is quite fulfilling. haha. love ya dumbotron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday (today):&lt;br /&gt;church day&lt;br /&gt;talking to god-bro. lol angelina jolie eh... *note to self* gotta corrupt mr. sammy.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun chilling at church with friends. had long meeting... zZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;knowing these that other people don't is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to my friend who got upset at me for dissing at his nerdiness for starwars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a week ago, theaters sold out every single ticket they had to one single movie. A movie that was to be presented at the very first minute of May 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 18th at 22:00 the parking lots were running backwards. Instead of people checking out, people were checking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around the globe gathered together to celebrate and finally see the last piece of a story that began in 1977 at the fourth episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customs, toys, collectibles, t-shirts and even lightsabers were among the celebration. It was easy to see Obi-Wan, Darth Vader, a Storm trooper and even Luke Skywalker with Yoda on his back in line, celebrating the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light side of the Force was strong with the ones in line. Photographs, laughs and Star Wars talk were the common scene along the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last minutes of May 18th, the line started to move towards the theater. The expectation increased. The time was coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes passed and we found ourselves seated and waiting for the lights to fade dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two commercials and it happened. Lights turned off, the 20th Century Fox fanfare was heard and the Lucas Film logo disappeared just as fast. The screen went black and not a single sound was heard in the theater when the blue words made it finally to the big screen: "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away" showed and made it official: the long wait had ended. The movie was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than two hours later, the movie ended with what everyone knew in advance, bringing to an end the saga that begun more than 20 years ago, when no one knew why the first movie was the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never see another Star Wars movie on the big screen, nevertheless, the Force will remain with us as long as we live for the good of us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111863056670179652?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111863056670179652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111863056670179652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111863056670179652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111863056670179652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/blue-man-group.html' title='blue man group'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111818379982970911</id><published>2005-06-07T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:02:58.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>Part Passionate Kisser&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is about all about following your urgesIf someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of storyYou can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kissesA total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Expert Kisser&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantityYou've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks offAnd you're adaptable, giving each partner what they craveWhen it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need for pics... its steamy enough. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111818379982970911?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111818379982970911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111818379982970911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111818379982970911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111818379982970911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/xoxo_111818379982970911.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111818323974265256</id><published>2005-06-07T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:27:19.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>expression number</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #D3CEF5; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;Your Expression Number is 9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=" font: 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #E8E5FA; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;An idealist and humanitarian, you strive to make the world a better place.You do your best when you follow your feelings and sense of compassion.Deep down, you dream of being loved by many.&lt;br /&gt;You are capable of much human understanding and have a lot to give to others.While you are very ambitious, you never lose site of perspective.You have an abundance of creative talents... you just need to tap into them.&lt;br /&gt;Although you are a giving person, you can become selfish if you are ignored.If you are not able to help people, you tend to shelf your talents.Without others, you become aloof and start to lack sensitivity.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111818323974265256?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111818323974265256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111818323974265256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111818323974265256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111818323974265256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/expression-number.html' title='expression number'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111818314237009790</id><published>2005-06-07T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:25:42.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the true me eh?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend whatever you have.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck might come your way, but if it does you'll be so surprised you'll burst out laughing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's" the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111818314237009790?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111818314237009790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111818314237009790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111818314237009790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111818314237009790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/true-me-eh.html' title='the true me eh?!...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111811333205904312</id><published>2005-06-06T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:02:12.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenagers' Requests to the "Make-A-Wish Foundation"</title><content type='html'>"Nail Jennifer Garner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have Arcade Fire play at my house and not invite that dickwad Todd from chemistry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get, like, totally fucked in Amsterdam and then wake up in my brand new Hummer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eliminate all Internet footage of me pretending to have a lightsaber duel with a golf ball retriever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have charisma rating of 20 mean something outside of the elf hamlet of Levindore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Direct every lesbian-kiss on 'The O.C.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be a size 2 by junior prom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally be invited to a party for someone outside of my family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Completely pimp out my '83 Pontiac Fiero."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Become super-famous by age 18 so I don't have to attend community college."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be voted American Idol, then North American Idol, then World Idol, then put on a concert for tsunami relief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never, ever let my parents find out what I meant when I wrote about 'teabagging' in my blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help Maxim cover girls get into their leather outfits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get name-checked on 'Gilmore Girls.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be known as the best damn gangsta rapper straight outta Scarsdale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never have to get undressed in the gym locker room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live in a mad crib with hallway beer bongs, bathroom kegs, bedroom taps and a ping pong table...for beer pong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get away in real life with every thing I do in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just give me one day where my experiences don't result in another six pages of gut-wrenching poetry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;june 2. o5 - 2 long flipping years -&gt; a really really long time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it? me of all people dating for 2 years. that's insanity right there.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't do anything uber special for 2 years anniversary, i guess because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i kinda forgot until lee reminded me... oops&lt;br /&gt;b) i think i was busy doing something not very important&lt;br /&gt;c) too lazy to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;d) its only 2 years&lt;br /&gt;e) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, it was overall a great 2 years of doing tons of stupid and crazy yet fun stuff with another insane person.&lt;br /&gt;we made it out alive through all the up and the many downs. yay to us. hopefully, there will be a lifetime of adventures to come, and many more anniversaries to celebrate. love ya dumbotron. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;-fellowship&lt;br /&gt;-chilled with friends&lt;br /&gt;-too many i.q. questions for anyone's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;-lee time&lt;br /&gt;-watched cinderella man (such a good movie *major thumbs up*)&lt;br /&gt;-tiff y.'s b-day party&lt;br /&gt;-um... cake&lt;br /&gt;-chilled with old friends and made some new ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;-church&lt;br /&gt;-chilled with friends/god-bros etc.&lt;br /&gt;-funny convo. about girls and babies&lt;br /&gt;-queer sammy... yes it is all john's fault&lt;br /&gt;-yummy brunch&lt;br /&gt;-mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today (monday):&lt;br /&gt;-d.t. w. lee&lt;br /&gt;-bay and bloor&lt;br /&gt;-mc. d's&lt;br /&gt;-bump into ken choi&lt;br /&gt;-watched the longest yard (not bad)&lt;br /&gt;-eaton centre&lt;br /&gt;-bumped into amanda and dan&lt;br /&gt;-yes! shoes (thank you for understanding mandy... *rolls eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;-harvey's (too much food gonna get chubby)&lt;br /&gt;-sleepy cuddlebear&lt;br /&gt;-work... thanks guys for the enjoyable session&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111811333205904312?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111811333205904312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111811333205904312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111811333205904312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111811333205904312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/teenagers-requests-to-make-wish.html' title='Teenagers&apos; Requests to the &quot;Make-A-Wish Foundation&quot;'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111777161568645301</id><published>2005-06-02T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:06:55.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored? Listless? Help is at hand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Push your eyes for interesting light show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;See a variety of blobs, stars and flashes. Try to make out things your subconscious is trying to send you a message? Can you control what you see by pressing different areas with different forces? Would it be possible to somehow see the same effects on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See how long you can hold your breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 4-20 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Not that much fun, but it sure passes the time. Play with a friend, or try to beat your own personal best. Some tips: hyperventilate before hand, and stay as still as possible. My personal best is 2:00 (exactly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to not think about polar bears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;This is especially hard, because by trying too much, you remember what you were trying to avoid thinking of. If you try too little, you end up thinking about polar bears anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scratch yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, scratch yourself now. Even if nothing itches, go ahead. Doesn't that feel pretty good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repeat the same word over and over until it loses its meaning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Pick a random word out of a magazine and say it aloud to yourself until it becomes a meaningless set of noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurt yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;What is pain? Why is it unpleasant? There's nothing physical about it - it's all in your mind. Plus, after pinching yourself for awhile, boredom will seem nice next to being in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to swallow your tongue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;There's not much to say about this one. It is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretend to be a car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Make appropriate revving noises in your head as you walk along and add a racing commentary as you pass strangers in the street. Use blinking eyes as indicators for extra authenticity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at something for awhile, shut eyes, study after image&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 2-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Another great time waster. It takes about 30 seconds of staring to create an after image, and the image is then viewable for about the same length of time. Fun to combine this one with pushing on your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get yourself as nauseated as possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Best achieved by looking straight up and spinning around. Try to be so dizzy you can't even stand up. This is also entertaining due to the "makes boredom seem a lot better" effect (see "Hurt Yourself"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH VERY LITTLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See what's in your neighbour's trash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 20-30 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;You can learn a lot about people by what they throw out. You might uncover some dark secret about them. Plus, they might be throwing out something with value that still works, like a VCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch TV, repeat everything said in Italian accent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Sort of entertaining. Include flamboyant shoulder shrugs for added impact, or go for a Marlon Brando set of grunts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send spooky emails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 15-60 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Look up someone's CV on the web, do some research on them via Google and then send them an email full of personal references claiming to be an ex-work colleague who fell in love with their shoes. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make prank phone calls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 20-60 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Very entertaining, but requires discipline. Remember - vulgarities don't make a call funny, but getting the other person to believe a ridiculous story will. TYry seeing if you can get them to make noises to 'test' the line. One to get you started off: Call McDonalds with weird complaints about their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretend all humans will die except for people in room with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusement Potential: 10-20 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if this really happened? Would the group stay together, or would there be factions? Who would join what group? Remember, there would only be power for a few days before the plants ran out of fuel or broke. To travel, you would always have to be near cars to siphon gas out of. Best to do with people you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step off a curb with eyes shut, imagine it's a cliff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 2-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;To get any benefit out of this one, you have to have a good imagination. Don't step off immediately, build up to the jump. Study the ravine below. Feel the winds at that altitude. Step off and...AHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burn things with a magnifying glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-30 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Ants are always fun to use for this, but burning the face of someone you don't like, under some circumstances, can be just as entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH ANOTHER PERSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a water drinking contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;While the competition is fun, you probably won't feel too good afterward. To give your event an old western theme, slam the cups upside down on the tables after you have emptied them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stare at the back of someone's head until they turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 2-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;This works on the "I have the feeling I'm being watched" principle. Conduct an experiment-does this really work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a "Who is less competitive" competition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder (Amusement Potential: 1-3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Trying to win at this will make you lose. Trying to lose makes you win which makes you lose. Not trying at all makes you lose which makes you win which makes you lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick up a dog so it can see things from your point of view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 3-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Think about it: your dog has only seen the house from a viewpoint from 6" to 2' high (15 to 60 cm for all you metric fans). It's never seen the tops of counters, what you keep on your desk, the tops of shelves, etc. Try looking at things from its point of view, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull out a hair, stick in someone's ear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 1-5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Best done to sleeping people. Added challenge in having no one else around, because then you can't blame it on anyone else. Try to beat your record number of times before the person catches on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pour water in hand, make sneeze noise, throw water on back of person's neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amusement Potential: 5-15 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Always a good gag. For an even bigger reaction out of the person, act like you're not sorry at all for what they think you did. Comment instead on how big that sneeze was or about how there was a lot of mucus in that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on weekend soon... fine now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri. sandy's b-day party&lt;br /&gt;     dinner at summerfields&lt;br /&gt;     chilled at ray's&lt;br /&gt;sat. productive day with lee &lt;br /&gt;     watched star wars&lt;br /&gt;     went to the mall&lt;br /&gt;     watched finding neverland&lt;br /&gt;     fun in the shower&lt;br /&gt;     do stupid stuff with lee&lt;br /&gt;sun. church&lt;br /&gt;     brunch with gavin and john&lt;br /&gt;     chilled with fellowship friends for lunch&lt;br /&gt;     slept a lot&lt;br /&gt;     watched some new hk movie&lt;br /&gt;mon. d.t. with lee and igor(eeyor)&lt;br /&gt;     picked up u.t. stuff (uber confusing)&lt;br /&gt;     bumped into arpana &lt;br /&gt;     watched madagascar&lt;br /&gt;     went to work &lt;br /&gt;     got home early because of fouling &lt;br /&gt;     watched tons of t.v. &lt;br /&gt;     slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111777161568645301?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111777161568645301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111777161568645301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111777161568645301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111777161568645301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/06/bored-listless-help-is-at-hand.html' title='Bored? Listless? Help is at hand!'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111695488049135980</id><published>2005-05-24T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:14:40.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard on the Camp-Out Line for “Revenge of the Sith”</title><content type='html'>“Read ‘em and weep! Straight flush. Lose the Tusken Raider bandolier.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is the exact same ‘Star Wars’ sleeping bag I got as a birthday present back in 1977. Same for the C3PO Underoos.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Y’know, if this is what it’s like being homeless, I think I could handle it. In fact, I’m gonna give up my lease, quit the rat race and just…Fuck! I lost my Wi-Fi connection!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“$50 in the end Anakin doesn’t become Darth Vader.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At first my parents weren’t going to let me camp out. But then I said, ‘Look, I’m 35-years-old, I have a spare retainer, why won’t you let me live?!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe this is a tad obsessive. But at least being on line keeps me from stalking Erin Gray.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear Diary—Ate my last Power Bar yesterday. Ran out of Wet Ones last week. No one to turn to for help. Why in God’s name did I camp out at a theater in South Dakota?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t believe I’m wearing the wrong corrective shoes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I bet since I quit my career my boss hasn’t had a single good day at the Cinnabon stand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do, too, have a girlfriend! Her name is ‘Chatty Cathy1249’!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actually, I despised the last two films. But I saw ‘Star Wars’ when I was ten so I really don’t have a choice in the matter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t care what your charisma is! The elf guards of Helendrail Castle are not easily swayed by flattery.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything was going great until she asked, ‘How come they never show Babylon 1 through 4 on television?’ That’s when I just walked away from her, the altar and the whole ceremony.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe we better lay off the mescaline. I’m beginning to think this movie has a chance of being good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just got a text message from a buddy six blocks up. Apparently this is the line to buy a Prius.” &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;still sick... *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;study like a madman for stupid calculus exam.&lt;br /&gt;too much excitement over long weekend. &lt;br /&gt;shake my fist at stupid person mowing the grass.&lt;br /&gt;dumb laughing kid. so should have thrown rocks at him. &lt;br /&gt;crazy fireworks. i so should have slept more. &lt;br /&gt;too much drugs makes tiff's tastebuds all warped. &lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111695488049135980?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111695488049135980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111695488049135980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111695488049135980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111695488049135980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/overheard-on-camp-out-line-for-revenge.html' title='Overheard on the Camp-Out Line for “Revenge of the Sith”'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111662403397743237</id><published>2005-05-20T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:20:33.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>choosing a girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Say you don't have a girlfriend. Or say you have one you just now realize isn't working out. With all the women in the world to choose from, finding only one of them to be your girlfriend seems like a daunting task. Noooo problem, my friend. Lucky for you, all women fall neatly into one of these ten varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The High-school Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's peppy, she's wholesome and she's 18. Unfortunately, she's easily damaged and doesn't really seem to know how to do anything, unless you're into third-chair concert band flute playing. Plus, she might use slang you don't understand and she'll cry if you're late picking her up from cheerleading practice. She also has a tendency to mystify by, say, hosting a pajama party rather than making out with you under the bleachers. This one's strictly for beginners only, because only a beginner has a chance of learning something from a relationship with High-School Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Fixer-Upper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute, and also super neurotic. May come with an eating disorder, 'daddy issues,' or an infuriating emotional cyclone combining both. By turns delightfully funny and inexplicably mopey, don't be surprised if you come home to find her huddled beneath blankets on the sofa, counting the pinholes in the ceiling tiles. She may secretly 'test' you, and 'reward' you if you 'pass' by not blowing up at you in public. She's not recommended for rebounders, or anyone with an abundance of expired medication in the bathroom cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Wild Child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, she's a ton of fun , especially at the outset. She'll suggest you do things you've never even heard of that sound crazy, but turn out to be incredible. You're likely to spend your free time ridiculing strangers on the street or just fucking with people for no reason, then staying up all night having crazy good sex. Once that week is up, though, she's going to get kind of weird. Her end of conversations will consist of little more than disinterested chain smoking, looking around and the occasional "mm-hmm" or "whatever, that sucks." When she starts pushing for an open relationship, that actually means she's been seeing another guy for a month. Soon she'll be telling you that you weren't ever her real boyfriend anyway, so what the hell is your fucking problem. Yikes. Sorry, got carried away with this one. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Hippie Chick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really down to earth. Literally! Seriously, though, she's a proponent of the natural look, which means she's a fashion victim, but at least she doesn't mind the fact that you're a hairy slob. Plenty of weed for everybody, and she'll support whatever idiot post-art school career idea you have, even if it's just a hopeless excuse not to get a paying job. When one of you gets the sniffles, she will use a lot of herbal or holistic cures, which are a) less effective than, b) smellier than and c) just as expensive as, you know, medicine. Also, you're going to be going to a lot of rallies which consist of you, her, and a couple of dreadlocked chicks in overalls holding a hand-painted banner on a street corner 1000 feet from a government building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Nerd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news: she will indulge you in all the adolescent past-times most of your other friends gave up in high school. We're talking superhero comic books, miniature figurine painting, any computer game where you spend all your time trying to 'up your stats' and the dudes all go 'what hast thou' and shit. Fantasy roleplaying games, the works. You can get away with anything that would cause your male friends to shun you forever. The bad news: she's homely. Two words: unicorn fixation. She might have genetically reinforced grooming problems. She has no ability to modulate the volume of her speaking voice (she's either ninja quiet or elephant loud). And she will spend even more time on the internet than you, nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Princess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pretty. Very smart. Very ruthless. Soon after you start dating - and, my friend, you are going to be dating, as in picking her up, buying her dinner, going to the theater, taking the long stroll to her doorway and jerking off at home - she'll inform you that she had your background 'looked into' and that you either do or do not 'check out.' Relationship advancement may be tied to career advancement as well. Within six months you are going to find yourself outside a jewelry store with a small parcel in hand, sweating and muttering to yourself. Fighting her is pointless. Your children are going to be very well-behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sham Girlfriend" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, you aren't right for each other. You'd like to find one thing interesting about her, but damned if you know where to look, and vice-versa. She is fine-looking, but the sex is as passionless and stultifying as your conversation. You were most likely set up by "Mutual Platonic Female Friend," often herself mistaken for Sham Girlfriend. Works well as a transitional girlfriend, or to break a long dry spell. You are guaranteed to look fabulous together at up to four social gatherings, which you will spend slowly dying inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sporty Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir, she likes herself some out-of-doors. Hiking, rock climbing, biking, kayaking, skiing, water skiing, fucking in a nylon tent. Obsessive, repetitive exercise may result in an alarmingly muscular physique, and 'tan' will become a generously understated description of her skin tone come August. She'll drink you under the table so many times you'll wonder where the hell she's putting it. After she blows her knee out and tones down her workout regimen while continuing her beer-drinking regimen, you will be able to see exactly where she's putting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Intellectual"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like post-modern theoretical literary discussion. Get used to hearing things like "Frankly, I don't see how that blowhard Gottlieb gets away with all his facile anti-deconstructionalist theoretical tomfoolery. The 'mother-figure-as-progeny-substitute' argument has been roundly refuted." Also, she's going to pick one 3-dollar word, such as 'quiddity,' as her go-to. You will soon argue the 'quiddity' of such things as table wine, 400 thread count bed sheets, and lemon fresh Pledge, without ever figuring out what the hell quiddity even means. And she pronounces it 'quid-uh-TEA.' Good thing she's super hot in glasses and a pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't want this one, trust me. Yes, her sense of humor is terrific. Yes, she likes the same music you do, except for that one band you'll always have playful arguments about. I'm telling you, steer clear. Of course she's easy on the eyes, so much so that your friends will wonder what's got into you when you're at the sports bar and you suddenly start talking wistfully about the way her hair falls over her left eye just so. Right, it almost seems like she knows what you're thinking, and you finish each other's sentences, and on and on. Listen, how about a nice Princess instead? OK, I'll tell you: because she'll break your heart when she finally finds the man she deserves, dumbass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c.a.&lt;br /&gt;-funny conver. at lunch&lt;br /&gt;-boring classes&lt;br /&gt;-work&lt;br /&gt;-etc.&lt;br /&gt;-etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick... will actully blog when i feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111662403397743237?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111662403397743237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111662403397743237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111662403397743237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111662403397743237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/choosing-girlfriend.html' title='choosing a girlfriend'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111569300879152025</id><published>2005-05-09T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:43:28.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>keys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" 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 are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&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 lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&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 stylish and alluring.&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 ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&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 thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&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;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just chilling.&lt;br /&gt;almost finish with highschool&lt;br /&gt;almost to the date of moving&lt;br /&gt;too many changes all at once can be so overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;i am already missing my friends&lt;br /&gt;keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111569300879152025?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111569300879152025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111569300879152025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111569300879152025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111569300879152025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/keys.html' title='keys...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111531881341518126</id><published>2005-05-05T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T14:46:53.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lee's geek profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Geek Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4D2F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Geekiness: Highest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E8D7F4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Geekiness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamer Geekiness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D2E3E8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Geekiness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E8E3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SciFi Geekiness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BBEEDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Geekiness: Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B0F4D7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geekiness in Love: Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A4F9D2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Geekiness: Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99FFCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Geekiness: Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Geeky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dummy snail, trix are for kids. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111531881341518126?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111531881341518126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111531881341518126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111531881341518126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111531881341518126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/lees-geek-profile.html' title='lee&apos;s geek profile'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111526176329806621</id><published>2005-05-04T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:56:03.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/640/x1pJK17pt72HwogWJxsuWtbgEFP2XxQKskSt4QzYtkm6HuzjPGYmV1zjNkom0FBlvYJwe5dNs_txBjIJKDA4g8iYrTlQy4E5d_e_oZ0Ki1PXR4N7fRdPo0uBg.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/320/x1pJK17pt72HwogWJxsuWtbgEFP2XxQKskSt4QzYtkm6HuzjPGYmV1zjNkom0FBlvYJwe5dNs_txBjIJKDA4g8iYrTlQy4E5d_e_oZ0Ki1PXR4N7fRdPo0uBg.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will never look at a plank of wood the same way again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111526176329806621?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111526176329806621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111526176329806621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111526176329806621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111526176329806621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/will-never-look-at-plank-of-wood-same.html' title=''/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111524347622677372</id><published>2005-05-04T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:51:16.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: July 27&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 27th day of the month (9 energy) adds a tone of selflessness and humanitarianism to your life path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, you are one who can work very well with people, but at the same time you need a good bit of time to be by yourself to rest and meditate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very humanistic and philanthropic approach in most of things that you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday helps you be broadminded, tolerant, generous and very cooperative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of person who uses persuasion rather than force to achieve your ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be very sensitive to others' needs and feelings, and you able to give much in the way of friendship without expecting a lot in return.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&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/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Geek Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4D2F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Geekiness: Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E8D7F4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamer Geekiness: Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geekiness in Love: Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D2E3E8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Geekiness: Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E8E3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Geekiness: None&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BBEEDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Geekiness: None&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B0F4D7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Geekiness: None&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A4F9D2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Geekiness: None&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#99FFCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SciFi Geekiness: None&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgeekyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Geeky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111524347622677372?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111524347622677372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111524347622677372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111524347622677372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111524347622677372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='*-*'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111498288150954479</id><published>2005-05-01T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:28:01.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who would have guess...</title><content type='html'>School Shootings Blamed on Ashlee Simspon's Latest Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The world's greatest pop singer came under fire from parent groups on Wednesday after the Los Angeles Police Department announced that 4 out of 5 culprits in a recent school shooting massacre were avid members of the Ashlee Simpson fan club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the report, "each boy told us that he felt outcasted by the 'popular' kids who listened to Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails" and that, "listening to the grotesquely violent lyrics of fringe artists such as Ashlee Simpson gave them an outlet for their rage." One boy told police that he enjoyed skinning animals while listening to Ashlee Simpson's latest album, "Autobiography." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy Ashlee Simspon's Album "Autobiography" now for only $11.99 on Amazon.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the report's release, many parent groups spoke out to condemn Simpson's music. Parents United against Suicidal and Sociopath Youth is one such group that has long been protesting Simpson's lyrics. Pat Jones, president of PUSSY wrote on the website "...[Ashlee Simpson's] music incites listeners into violence. In 'Pieces of Me' Simpson commands listeners to use explosives to kill others. The song tells listeners it's their 'mission' to blow others into 'pieces'," citing lyrics from the song: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me happy it's your mission&lt;br /&gt;And you won't stop til I'm there...&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my [decapitated] head on something real&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that feels...&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow artists too have come to speak out against Simpson. "This type of music is really inappropriate for children. The first Amendment was never meant to protect this sort of speech. It's just obscene." said pop-rocker Marilyn Manson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the report, Virgin Records, Wal-Mart, Best Buy, and Tower Records have all pulled Simpson's latest album from their shelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a related story, the fifth of the five school shooters allegedly told police that "Ashlee Simpson is a lip-sinking poser" and that "Hilary Duff is the real deal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i needed that. currently extremely stressed out over every freaking thing. i normally handle these situations a lot better, but this coming week is seriously hell. *shaking fist* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - work @ campbell&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - calculus test + music test + band&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - mcf&lt;br /&gt;thursday - work @ pearson &lt;br /&gt;friday - philosophy presentation + placement&lt;br /&gt;saturday - movie + rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie that doesn't look like a uber heaving schedule, but think of all the prep work that goes in to it. gr... if i actually manage to survive this week, i can handle my wedding with ease... maybe... can't you see i am just randomly typing to waste time so i can procrasinate in doing my work... okie okie back to work i go...&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111498288150954479?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111498288150954479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111498288150954479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111498288150954479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111498288150954479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-would-have-guess.html' title='who would have guess...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111448268743769099</id><published>2005-04-25T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:31:27.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery.</title><content type='html'>It is amazing what surgeons can do nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With machines that are a hundred times more precise than a human's hand, controlled by the world's greatest computer, the human brain, they can go inside our body and fix what is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may not be the technology or the knowledge to fix everything yet, but with new discoveries coming out on a daily basis around the world, we are getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, if it's broken, it can be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;If it's not broken, it can be improved.&lt;br /&gt;If it's been improved, it will again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thinking about it because of watching the life network. tons of good shows on that channel. i know i shouldn't be watching that much t.v. but i can't help it. majorly procrasinating. boo...&lt;br /&gt;hate all the teachers at school... kiss my cute litte butt all you stupid dumbos. gr... school sucks so much. gonna start skipping soon... soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming:&lt;br /&gt;april 27 - vanessa's b-day + music testing + inservice @ pearson&lt;br /&gt;april 30 - movie&lt;br /&gt;may 1 - work @ l'am&lt;br /&gt;week of may 1 - music testing&lt;br /&gt;may 6 - philosophy pres.&lt;br /&gt;week of may 8 - calculus test&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111448268743769099?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111448268743769099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111448268743769099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111448268743769099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111448268743769099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/surgery.html' title='Surgery.'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111421146523593393</id><published>2005-04-22T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:11:05.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>numbers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Path Number Is 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very versatile, adventurous, and progressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a 5 life path, you are one of those people who is always striving to find answers to the many questions that life poses. You want to be totally unrestrained, as this is the sign of freedom and independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You abhor routine and boring work, and you are not very good at staying with everyday tasks that must be finished on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, however, a good communicator, and you know how to motivate people around you, perhaps inclining you to be a teacher of some sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love of adventure may dominate your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may take the form of mental or physical manifestation, but in either case, you thrill to the chance for exploration and blazing new trails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are apt to be multi-talented, but just as likely to suffer from some lack of direction, and there is often some confusion surrounding your ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the average, the number 5 personality is rather happy-go-lucky; living for today, and not worrying too much about tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important for you to mix with people of a like mind, and try to avoid those that are too serious and demanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also important for you to find a job that provides thought-provoking tasks rather than routine and redundant responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best dealing with people, but the important thing is that you have the freedom to express yourself at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an innate ability to think through complex matters and analyze them quickly, but then be off to something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the most negative application or use of the 5 energies, you could become very irresponsible in tasks and decisions concerning your home and business life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total pursuit of sensation and adventure can result in your becoming self-indulgent and totally unaware of the feelings of those around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the worse case situations negative 5's are very undependable and self-serving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&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/lifepathnumber/"&gt;What Is Your Life Path Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yay! got accepted to u of t st. george at trin college.&lt;/strong&gt; ha! &lt;br /&gt;time to slack off... well maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;um... blazing eh... i am already a teacher, well kinda. its close enough.&lt;br /&gt;new discovery today, fire fighters are hot. i don't care if they might not be the most intelligent of people, but bloody hell they're hot. saw like 2 fire trucks today, containing some pretty good looking and buff looking guys. lol. but too bad i am already taken. i love my snuggly. &lt;br /&gt;finally got my own copy of tuck everlasting, i love that book when i was in gr. 5 i still do. i think it was probably the first romantic novel i have ever read. i would definitely recommand it to everyone. ooo... time to get ready for fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111421146523593393?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111421146523593393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111421146523593393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111421146523593393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111421146523593393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/numbers.html' title='numbers...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111385788638969636</id><published>2005-04-18T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:58:06.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMOROUS GRAMMAR RULES</title><content type='html'>1. Verbs HAS to agree with their subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never use a preposition to end a sentence with. Winston Churchill, corrected on this error once, responded to the young man who corrected him by saying "Young man, that is the kind of impudence up with which I will not put!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And don't start a sentence with a conjunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Avoid cliches like the plague. (They're old hat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Also, always avoid annoying alliteration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be more or less specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are (usually) unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Also too, never, ever use repetitive redundancies endlessly over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. No sentence fragments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Contractions aren't always necessary and shouldn't be used to excess so don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Foreign words and phrases are not always apropos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do not be redundant; do not use more words than necessary; it's highly superfluous and can be excessive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. All generalizations are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Comparisons are as bad as cliches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't use no double negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Avoid excessive use of ampersands &amp; abbrevs., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. One-word sentences? Eliminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake (Unless they are as good as gold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The passive voice is to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Eliminate commas, that are, not necessary. Parenthetical words, however, should be enclosed in commas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Never use a big word when substituting a diminutive one would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Don’t overuse exclamation points!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Use words correctly, irregardless of how others use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Understatement is always the absolute best way to put forth earth-shaking ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Use the apostrophe in it's proper place and omit it when its not needed and use it correctly with words’ that show possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don’t use too many quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "I hate quotations.. Tell me what you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If you've heard it once, you've heard it a billion times: Resist hyperbole; not one writer in a million can use it correctly. Besides, hyperbole is always overdone, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Puns are for children, not groan readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Even IF a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who needs rhetorical questions? However, what if there were no rhetorical questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Avoid "buzz-words"; such integrated transitional scenarios complicate simplistic matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. People don’t spell "a lot" correctly alot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Each person should use their possessive pronouns correctly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. All grammar and spelling rules have exceptions (with a few exceptions)....Morgan’s Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. The dash – a sometimes useful punctuation mark – can often be overused – even though it’s a helpful tool some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Proofread carefully to make sure you don’t repeat repeat any words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. In writing, it’s important to remember that dangling sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. When numbering in a written document, check your numbering system carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. It is important to use italics for emphasis sparingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. In good writing, for good reasons, under normal circumstances, whenever you can, use prepositional phrases in limited numbers and with great caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Avoid going out on tangents unrelated to your subject -- not the subject of a sentence -- that's another story (like the stories written by Ernest Hemingway, who by the way wrote the great fisherman story The Old Man and the Sea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Complete sentences. Like rule 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Unless you're a righteous expert don't try to be too cool with slang to which you're not hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. If you must use slang, avoid out-of-date slang. Right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You'll look poorly if you misuse adverbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Use the ellipsis ( . . . ) to indicate missing . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Use brackets to indicate that you [ not Shakespeare, for example ] are giving people [ in your class ] information so that they [ the people in your class ] know about whom you are speaking. But do not use brackets when making these references [ to other authors ] excessively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Note: People just can't stomach too much use of the colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Between good grammar and bad grammar, good grammar is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. There are so many great grammar rules that I can't decide between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. In English, unlike German, the verb early in the sentence, not later, should be placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. When you write sentences, shifting verb tense is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o the billion and one music tests... so grr...&lt;br /&gt;philosophy thinkers' cafe...&lt;br /&gt;international law... &lt;br /&gt;i want my holiday already. now would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;anywho, hope you enjoyed the entry. &lt;br /&gt;off to work i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111385788638969636?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111385788638969636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111385788638969636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111385788638969636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111385788638969636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/humorous-grammar-rules.html' title='HUMOROUS GRAMMAR RULES'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111360474974571838</id><published>2005-04-15T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T18:49:52.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda true... i guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Religious&lt;/b&gt; - Faith matters to you.  It is the foundation that you build your life upon.  You trust that God has a plan for you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt; - You are a kind and caring person.  Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outgoing&lt;/b&gt; - You can liven up any party.  You've got a way with people and have little difficulty charming your dates.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conservative&lt;/b&gt; - Forget liberals, you need a conservative match.  Political discussions interest you, and a conservative will offer the viewpoint you need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traditional&lt;/b&gt; - You need someone who is a bit old-fashioned.  A person with traditional values and beliefs will perfectly compliment your lifestyle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Religious&lt;/b&gt; - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values.  You believe that a religious person can enhance your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; width: 220px; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Religious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Outgoing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Liberal&lt;br&gt;5. Funny&lt;br&gt;6. Traditional&lt;br&gt;7. Athletic&lt;br&gt;8. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br&gt;9. Adventurous&lt;br&gt;10. Romantic&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; width: 220px; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Traditional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Religious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Funny&lt;br&gt;5. Outgoing&lt;br&gt;6. Romantic&lt;br&gt;7. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br&gt;8. Intellectual&lt;br&gt;9. Big-Hearted&lt;br&gt;10. Sensual&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Online Dating Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.datingdiversions.com/"&gt;Dating Diversions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111360474974571838?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111360474974571838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111360474974571838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111360474974571838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111360474974571838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/kinda-true-i-guess.html' title='kinda true... i guess'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111343695470848094</id><published>2005-04-13T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:02:34.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/640/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/320/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my opinion on the issue expressed in one photo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111343695470848094?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111343695470848094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111343695470848094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111343695470848094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111343695470848094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-opinion-on-issue-expressed-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111327296874497485</id><published>2005-04-11T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:29:28.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>click click</title><content type='html'>For thousands of years, men have tried to understand the rules when dealing with women. Finally, this merit - demerit guide will help you to understand just how it works. Remember, in the world of romance, one single rule applies: Make the woman happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something she likes, and you get points.&lt;br /&gt;Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted.&lt;br /&gt;You don't get any points for doing something she expects.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that's the way the game is played.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a guide to the points system: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE DUTIES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make the bed..............................................+1 &lt;br /&gt;You make the bed, but forget to add the decorative pillows....-1 &lt;br /&gt;You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets...................-1 &lt;br /&gt;You leave the toilet seat up..................................-5 &lt;br /&gt;You replace the toilet paper roll when it is empty............ 0 &lt;br /&gt;When the toilet paper roll is barren, you resort to Kleenex...-1 &lt;br /&gt;When the Kleenex runs out you use the next bathroom...........-2 &lt;br /&gt;You go out to buy her extra-light panty liners with wings.....+5&lt;br /&gt;in the snow...................................................+8 &lt;br /&gt;but return with beer..........................................-5 &lt;br /&gt;and no liners................................................-25 &lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise at night.....................+2 &lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise and it is nothing............ 0&lt;br /&gt;You check out a suspicious noise and it is something..........+5 &lt;br /&gt;You pummel it with a six iron................................+10 &lt;br /&gt;It's her cat.................................................-50 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THE PARTY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side the entire party......................... 0 &lt;br /&gt;You stay by her side for a while then go to chat with a friend from school...................................................-2 &lt;br /&gt;Named Tiffany.................................................-4 &lt;br /&gt;Tiffany is now a dancer......................................-10 &lt;br /&gt;With breast implants.........................................-18 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER BIRTHDAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember her birthday............................... 0 &lt;br /&gt;You buy a card and flowers.............................. 0 &lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner.............................. 0 &lt;br /&gt;You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar....+1 &lt;br /&gt;It is a sports bar......................................-2 &lt;br /&gt;And it's all-you-can-eat night..........................-3 &lt;br /&gt;And your face is painted the colors of your favorite team...................................................-10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NIGHT OUT WITH THE BOYS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out with a pal............................... 0 &lt;br /&gt;The pal is happily married..........................+1 &lt;br /&gt;The pal is single...................................-7 &lt;br /&gt;He drives a Ferrari................................-10 &lt;br /&gt;With a personalized license plate (GR8 NBED).......-15 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NIGHT OUT WITH HER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie...................................+2 &lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie she likes.........................+4 &lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie you hate..........................+6 &lt;br /&gt;You take her to a movie you like..........................-2 &lt;br /&gt;It's called Death Cop III.................................-3&lt;br /&gt;Which features Cyborgs that eat humans....................-9 &lt;br /&gt;You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans....-15 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PHYSIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable pot belly...........................,.-15 &lt;br /&gt;You develop a noticeable pot belly &amp; exercise to get rid of it.+10 &lt;br /&gt;You resort to loose jeans and baggy Hawaiian shirts............-30 &lt;br /&gt;You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too."...............-800 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIG QUESTION &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "Does this dress make me look fat?" &lt;br /&gt;You hesitate in responding......................-10 &lt;br /&gt;You reply, "Where?".............................-35 &lt;br /&gt;You reply, "No, I think it's your ass".........-100 &lt;br /&gt;Any other response..............................-20 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to talk about a problem: &lt;br /&gt;You listen, displaying a concerned expression.....................0 &lt;br /&gt;You listen, for over 30 minutes..................................+5 &lt;br /&gt;You relate to her problem and share a similar experience......,..+50 &lt;br /&gt;You're mind wanders to sports and you suddenly hear her saying "well, what do you think I should do?".........................-100 &lt;br /&gt;You have fallen asleep.........................................-200 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THAT TIME OF THE MONTH.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk.........................................-100 &lt;br /&gt;You don't talk...................................-150 &lt;br /&gt;You spend time with her..........................-200 &lt;br /&gt;You don't spend time with her....................-500 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scoring sheet would come in handy. &lt;br /&gt;lol. ooo feeling so cruel and bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna ring and green tea ice-cream. i just wanna get all my work over with and just chill. majorly need sleep to get less bitchy. lol fun time at work, didn't do anything but chatted with people, and i got paid for it how amazing is that. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111327296874497485?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111301418847830540</id><published>2005-04-08T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:36:28.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Rising Sign is Libra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/risingsign/libra.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total charmer, it's hard for people to say no to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irresistable and attractive, you have no shortage of love interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally competitive, you tend to thrive in stressful enviroments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peaceful soul, you avoid conflict at almost all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you try too hard to please those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have a great inner strength that helps you bounce back easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&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/risingsigns/"&gt;What is Your Rising Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired...&lt;br /&gt;running on 5 hours sleep everyday sucks big time. &lt;br /&gt;as of now till the beginning, i have something to do everyday of the week except saturday. so from the sunset of friday to the sunrise of sunday is the only time of rest for me. lol. i am becoming awfully jewish. anywho, gotta go take a shower, catch up on some reading, and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111301418847830540?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111301418847830540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111301418847830540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111301418847830540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111301418847830540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111275957410215096</id><published>2005-04-05T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:52:54.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Best Described By...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/wistful.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Starry Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Vincent van Gogh&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&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/whatfamousartareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Work of Art Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got pretty fake nails today... slightly painful and fingers have become useless, but at least it looks good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111275957410215096?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111275957410215096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111275957410215096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111275957410215096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111275957410215096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/zzz.html' title='zzz...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111267157248134807</id><published>2005-04-04T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:38:56.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo... the chlorine</title><content type='html'>i have officially been working my cute little butt off. yes, for your information i am actually quite proud of my bum. lol. i worked saturday, sunday and monday... and maybe thursday from the looks of it. i definitely like the money that is going to be coming my way, but i am truly mentally exhausted. i realized after getting a few pointers to start, i have actually become quite a good swim instructor. i am not trying to toot my horn, but i was able to pick all the mistakes out, fix them, and i was able to teach bent-arm front crawl in 10 minutes, that's pretty damn good. yay me! teaching is actually quite tiring, i know, i m not really swimming or anything, but i actually have to use my precious brain to figure out a way to teach whatever so that the kids could learn it quickly and efficiently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really liking my shift tonight. lol. mike is amazing, i am so glad i knew him from before, so basically i don't really have to do anything but just tell people to take off their shoes, chat with people, and occasionally correct stupid people because they suck. the instructors at campbell on monday nights for this session sucks ass big time, first off most of them are asian males, so they are being faggoty as hell, and secondly they just can't teach, the kids don't listen to them, they try to make themselves sound smart by using big fancy words that the kids don't understand, which is utterly useless. thirdly, they are lazy as crap, yes i know i am lazy but when i teach i use up all the time so they actually learn all the required skills, not just play games for the last 5-10 minutes, and that just cause the parents to complain for wasting their money on playing games. oy... o well, mike can bitch at them, i am just going to do my job so i get a good review at the end of the session, make mike happy and i can just breeze through monday nights by doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a special shoutout to lee lee lee who bought me 2.5 kg (about 20 bucks) of candy, the sour heart candy that are absolutely yummy. lol. so good. and i am shaking my fist at ofer for hogging my lee to do his stupid pingus program. =P congrats to my cuddlebear for finishing pingu ahead of everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... upcoming events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - music test&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - philosophy test + concert (boo...)&lt;br /&gt;thursday - english test + work&lt;br /&gt;friday - church&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111267157248134807?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111267157248134807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111267157248134807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111267157248134807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111267157248134807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/ooo-chlorine.html' title='ooo... the chlorine'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111256154034748161</id><published>2005-04-03T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:52:20.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words and phrases that sound gross but aren't</title><content type='html'>Brown Creeper&lt;br /&gt;A small, thin, nearly camouflaged bird with white belly, long stiff tail, and thin curved bill. Obvious white line above dark eye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Birds of Wisconsin: A Field Guide, By Stan Tekiela &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canonical Erection &lt;br /&gt;The rite by which the house of a religious order is sanctified and officially recognized by the [Catholic] Church. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Still Catholic After All These Years, by Mary Jane Frances, et al. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockhorse &lt;br /&gt;1. orig. Apparently a nursery term, applied to anything a child rides astride upon, as a stick with a horse's head, a hobby-horse, any one's leg or knee. Hence ride on a (or a-) cockhorse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock-loft&lt;br /&gt;A small upper loft; a small apartment under the very ridge of the roof to which the access is usually by a ladder; ‘the room over the garret’ (J.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockmaster &lt;br /&gt;One who rears game-cocks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockwater&lt;br /&gt;  1. An obsolete medical preparation: see quot. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    2. ‘A stream of water brought in a trough, through a long pole, in order to wash out the sand of the tin-ore into the launder, while it is bruising in the coffer of a stamping mill’ (Chambers Cycl. Supp. 1753). &lt;br /&gt;Cockqueanan                                                                      var. of CUCKQUEAN. Obs.                                                                                                                .    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickcissel&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: dick·cis·sel &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: dik-'si-s&amp;l, 'dik-"&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: imitative&lt;br /&gt;: a common migratory black-throated finch (Spiza americana) of the central U.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick test &lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: Dick test &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'dik-&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: George F. Dick and Gladys H. Dick&lt;br /&gt;: a test to determine susceptibility or immunity to scarlet fever by an injection of scarlet fever toxin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faggot-vote &lt;br /&gt;A vote manufactured for party purposes, by the transfer to persons, not otherwise legally qualified, of sufficient property to qualify them as electors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oxofrd English Dictionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fagnet &lt;br /&gt;Some kind of net for fishing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oxford English Dictionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fagottist&lt;br /&gt;A performer on the bassoon,  bassoonist.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oxford English Dictionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figwort&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: fig·wort &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'fig-"w&amp;rt, -"wort&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;: any of a genus (Scrophularia) of chiefly herbaceous plants of the snapdragon family with leaves having no stipules, an irregular bilabiate corolla, and a 2-celled ovary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fornical&lt;br /&gt;Pertaining to the fornix (an anatomical arch or fold, esp. an arched formation of the brain) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oxford English Dictionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucus&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: fu·cus &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'fyü-k&amp;s&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Latin, seaweed, archil, dye obtained from archil, from Greek phykos&lt;br /&gt;1 obsolete : a face paint&lt;br /&gt;2 [New Latin, genus name, from Latin] : any of a genus (Fucus) of cartilaginous brown algae used in the kelp industry; broadly : any of various brown algae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futtock&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: fut·tock &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'f&amp;-t&amp;k&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Middle English votek, futtek&lt;br /&gt;: one of the curved timbers scarfed together to form the lower part of the compound rib of a ship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Deceiver&lt;br /&gt;Bust pads, usually of foam rubber, inserted into a bra to give a fuller appearance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fairchild's Dictionary of Fashion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayhole,-holer&lt;br /&gt;obs. ff. JAIL, JAILER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoar-frost&lt;br /&gt;: a covering of minute ice crystals on a cold surface; also : ice particles formed from a gas &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oxford English Dictionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoary &lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: hoary &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'hOr-E, 'hor-&lt;br /&gt;Function: adjective&lt;br /&gt;Inflected Form(s): hoar·i·er; -est&lt;br /&gt;1 : gray or white with or as if with age&lt;br /&gt;2 : extremely old : ANCIENT &lt;hoary legends&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hoar·i·ness noun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phagomania&lt;br /&gt;Rarely used term for a morbid desire to eat. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On-line Medical Dictonary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shittim&lt;br /&gt;1. (More fully shittim wood.) The wood of the shittah-tree, acacia wood.&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes erroneously used for SHITTAH tree. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shitticism&lt;br /&gt;A scatological figure of speech &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuttlecock&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: 1shut·tle·cock &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'sh&amp;-t&amp;l-"käk&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;: a lightweight conical object with a rounded often rubber-covered nose that is used in badminton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evergreen shrub or tree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tit-warbler&lt;br /&gt;A bird of the subfamily Parinae (Swainson)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oxford English Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trophoblast&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: tro·pho·blast &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'trO-f&amp;-"blast&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: International Scientific Vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;: a thin layer of ectoderm that forms the wall of many mammalian blastulas and functions in the nutrition and implantation of the embryo&lt;br /&gt;- tro·pho·blas·tic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulva&lt;br /&gt;A seaweed of the genus Ulva, which includes sea lettuce, U. lactuca&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oxford English Dictionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagile&lt;br /&gt;Of an organism or group of organisms: having the ability to disperse or be dispersed in a given environment. Hence vagility (also fig.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vagine                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A scabbard (Cockeram, 1623). &lt;br /&gt;Vaginula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sheath or vagina; esp. in Bot. the capsule or theca enclosing the base of the seta in certain mosses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White-Breasted Nuthatch&lt;br /&gt;Slate gray bird with white belly and black cap and neck. Long thin bill slightly upturned. Chestnut colored under tail.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Birds of Wisconsin: A Field Guide, By Stan Tekiela &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windfucker &lt;br /&gt;1.) Name for the kestrel [species of Hawk].&lt;br /&gt;2.) fig. as a term of opprobrium.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oxford English Dictionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodcock &lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: wood·cock&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: 'wud-"käk&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Inflected Form(s): plural woodcocks&lt;br /&gt;1 or plural woodcock : a widespread Old World woodland bird (Scolopax rusticola) that is related to the sandpipers and snipes; also : a smaller related game bird (Scolopax minor syn. Philohela minor) of eastern No. America&lt;br /&gt;2 [from the ease with which the woodcock is snared] archaic : SIMPLETON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111256154034748161?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111256154034748161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111256154034748161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111256154034748161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111256154034748161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/04/words-and-phrases-that-sound-gross-but.html' title='Words and phrases that sound gross but aren&apos;t'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111224029238092332</id><published>2005-03-30T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:38:12.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work = bad</title><content type='html'>too much work and thinking is bad for tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, the march break and the nice weather is distracting tiffany away from work.&lt;br /&gt;and this makes for a very conflicted and grumpy tiffany, because she wants to get her work done, yet at the same time she wants to go outside and have fun. when tiffany is grumpy, this in turn is bad for lee too because he gets the blunt end of the problem, which he doesn't really deserve. he have enough to worry about without the extra bitching. but lee always seems to be able to cheer tiffany up through his special charms, no not lucky charms, but special charms, wink wink. haha. tiffany loves sleeping with lee, he is the warmest and cuddliest snugglebear on this planet. he also makes tiffany extremely happy with his own special little ways. 3 for 3 already. swoons and faints. tiffany wonders how come lee is so good at giving so much pleasure. lee makes tiffany a happy person, which is good for the rest of society. yay for lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except lee gotta remember to do all the cleaning that a snugglebear needs to do, otherwise tiffany would start sounding like his wife and nag like a maniac trying to get him to take a shower to make sure he is squeeky clean. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie enough talking in the third person. sorrie 'bout that, just did a 8 page english essay gotta start using normal english again. its so hard trying to sound smart. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.... so much freaking testing coming up. philosophy test, music tests, english test... that's insane. *frantically pulling at hair* i don't like tests at all. and that stupid music thingy... a complete waste of time. anyways, i am going shut up about complaining since i am going to have to it anyways. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much panicking to do before university marks go in again. lol. by the end of like april i will have no long her finger nails anymore. fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, enjoy the nice weather, screw school worst comes to worst there is always a street corner available.&lt;br /&gt;here is something i wrote for thoughts in philosophy class at the begining of the year... a little bit of encouragement for the upcoming hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is in a name? Does the name makes the person or vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;Our name is how others will identify us and refer to us when we are absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some names have transcended through time because one man bared it, like Michel Angelo and Joan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were named, you were given the chance to make your name the first choice for naming kids that hasn't born yet. Those boys may be named like you, after you, just as today are named after Alexander the great or Helen Keller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be proud of your name and make it proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;Be great and your name will be so.&lt;br /&gt;Be honorable and your name will be so.&lt;br /&gt;Be special and your name will be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111224029238092332?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111224029238092332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111224029238092332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111224029238092332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111224029238092332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/work-bad.html' title='work = bad'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111195753744431200</id><published>2005-03-27T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T16:05:37.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i couldn't resist</title><content type='html'>every female should have 4 pets...a mink in the closet, a jag in the garage, a tiger in bed, and a jackass to pay for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111195753744431200?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111195753744431200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111195753744431200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111195753744431200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111195753744431200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-couldnt-resist.html' title='i couldn&apos;t resist'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111195521593925420</id><published>2005-03-27T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T15:26:55.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/640/50813_easterbunnies.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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I just don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How about "never"? Is "never" good for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahhh, I see the fuck-up fairy has visited us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someday, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to burn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, my powers can only be used for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really easy to get along with once people learn to worship me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You sound reasonable.......time to up my medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't work here. I'm a consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who me! I just wander from room to room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My toys! My toys! I can't do this job without my toys! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111181695981107022?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111181695981107022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111181695981107022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111181695981107022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111181695981107022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-you-wish-you-could-say-at-work.html' title='Things You Wish You Could Say at Work...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111153350937446828</id><published>2005-03-22T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:18:29.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Ways to Order a Pizza</title><content type='html'>1. If using a touch-tone, press random numbers while ordering. Ask the person taking the order to stop doing that. &lt;br /&gt;2. Make up a charge-card name. Ask if they accept it. &lt;br /&gt;3. Use CB lingo where applicable. &lt;br /&gt;4. Order a Big Mac Extra Value Meal. &lt;br /&gt;5. Terminate the call with, "Remember, we never had this conversation." &lt;br /&gt;6. Tell the order taker a rival pizza place is on the other line and you're going with the lowest bidder. &lt;br /&gt;7. Give them your address, exclaim "Oh, just surprise me!" and hang up. &lt;br /&gt;8. Answer their questions with questions. &lt;br /&gt;9. In your breathiest voice, tell them to cut the crap about nutrition and ask if they have something outlandishly sinful. &lt;br /&gt;10. Use these bonus words in the conversation: ROBUST FREE-SPIRITED COST-EFFICIENT UKRAINIAN PUCE. &lt;br /&gt;11. Tell them to put the crust on top this time. &lt;br /&gt;12. Sing the order to the tune of your favorite song from Metallica's "Master of Puppets" CD. &lt;br /&gt;13. Do not name the toppings you want. Rather, spell them out. &lt;br /&gt;14. Put an extra edge in your voice when you say "crazy bread." &lt;br /&gt;15. Stutter on the letter "p." &lt;br /&gt;16. Ask for a deal available somewhere else. (e.g. If phoning Domino's, ask for a Cheeser! Cheeser!) &lt;br /&gt;17. Ask what the order taker is wearing. &lt;br /&gt;18. Crack your knuckles into the receiver. &lt;br /&gt;19. Say hello, act stunned for five seconds, then behave as if they called you. &lt;br /&gt;20. Rattle off your order with a determined air. If they ask if you would like drinks with that, panic and become disoriented. &lt;br /&gt;21. Tell the order taker you're depressed. Get him/her to cheer you up. &lt;br /&gt;22. Make a list of exotic cuisines. Order them as toppings. &lt;br /&gt;23. Change your accent every three seconds. &lt;br /&gt;24. Order 52 pepperoni slices prepared in a fractal pattern as follows from an equation you are about to dictate. Ask if they need paper. &lt;br /&gt;25. Act like you know the order taker from somewhere. Say "Bed-Wetters' Camp, right?" &lt;br /&gt;26. Start your order with "I'd like. . . ". A little later, slap yourself and say "No, I don't." &lt;br /&gt;27. If they repeat the order to make sure they have it right, say "OK. That'll be $10.99; please pull up to the first window." &lt;br /&gt;28. Rent a pizza. &lt;br /&gt;29. Order while using an electric knife sharpener. &lt;br /&gt;30. Ask if you get to keep the pizza box. When they say yes, heave a sigh of relief. &lt;br /&gt;31. Put the accent on the last syllable of "pepperoni." Use the long "i" sound. &lt;br /&gt;32. Have your pizza "shaken, not stirred." &lt;br /&gt;33. Say "Are you sure this is (Pizza Place)? When they say yes, say "Well, so is this! You've got some explaining to do!" When they finally offer proof that it is, in fact, (Pizza Place), start to cry and ask, "Do you know what it's like to be lied to?" &lt;br /&gt;34. Move the mouthpiece farther and farther from your lips as you speak. When the call ends, jerk the mouthpiece back into place and scream goodbye at the top of your lungs. &lt;br /&gt;35. Tell them to double-check to make sure your pizza is, in fact, dead. &lt;br /&gt;36. Imitate the order taker's voice. &lt;br /&gt;37. Eliminate verbs from your speech. &lt;br /&gt;38. When they say "What would you like?" say, "Huh? Oh, you mean now." &lt;br /&gt;39. Play a sitar in the background. &lt;br /&gt;40. Say it's your anniversary and you'd appreciate if the deliverer hid behind some furniture waiting for your spouse to arrive so you can surprise him/her. &lt;br /&gt;41. Amuse the order taker with little-known facts about country music. &lt;br /&gt;42. Ask to see a menu. &lt;br /&gt;43. Quote Carl Sandberg. &lt;br /&gt;44. Say you'll be able to pay for this when the movie people call back. &lt;br /&gt;45. Ask if they have any idea what is at stake with this pizza. &lt;br /&gt;46. Ask what topping goes best with well-aged Chardonnay. &lt;br /&gt;47. Belch directly into the mouthpiece; then tell your dog it should be ashamed. &lt;br /&gt;48. Order a slice, not a whole pizza. &lt;br /&gt;49. Shout "I'm through with men/women! Send me a dozen of your best, Gaston!" &lt;br /&gt;50. Doze off in the middle of the order, catch yourself, and say "Where was I? Who are you?" &lt;br /&gt;51. Psychoanalyze the order taker. &lt;br /&gt;52. Ask what their phone number is. Hang up, call them, and ask again. &lt;br /&gt;53. Order two toppings, then say, "No, they'll start fighting." &lt;br /&gt;54. Learn to properly pronounce the ingredients of a Twinkie. Ask that these be included in the pizza. &lt;br /&gt;55. Call to complain about service. Later, call to say you were drunk and didn't mean it. &lt;br /&gt;56. Tell the order taker to tell the manager to tell his supervisor he's fired. &lt;br /&gt;57. Report a petty theft to the order taker. &lt;br /&gt;58. Use expletives like "Great Caesar's Ghost" and "Jesus Joseph and Mary in Tinsel Town." &lt;br /&gt;59. Ask for the guy who took your order last time. &lt;br /&gt;60. If he/she suggests anything, adamantly declare, "I shall not be swayed by your sweet words." &lt;br /&gt;61. Wonder aloud if you should trim those nose hairs. &lt;br /&gt;62. Try to talk while drinking something. &lt;br /&gt;63. Start the conversation with "My Call to (Pizza Place), Take 1, and. . . action!" &lt;br /&gt;64. Ask if the pizza is organically grown. &lt;br /&gt;65. Ask about pizza maintenance and repair. &lt;br /&gt;66. Be vague in your order. &lt;br /&gt;67. When they repeat your order, say "Again, with a little more OOMPH this time." &lt;br /&gt;68. If using a touch-tone press 9-1-1 every 5 seconds throughout the order. &lt;br /&gt;69. After ordering, say "I wonder what THIS button on the phone does." Simulate a cutoff. &lt;br /&gt;70. Start the conversation by reciting today's date and saying, "This may be my last entry." &lt;br /&gt;71. State your order and say that's as far as this relationship is going to get. &lt;br /&gt;72. Ask if they're familiar with the term "spanking a pizza." Make up a description to go with the term. Ask that this be done to your pizza. &lt;br /&gt;73. Say "Kssssssssssssssht" rather loudly into the phone. Ask if they felt that. &lt;br /&gt;74. Detect the order taker's psychic aura. Use it to your advantage. &lt;br /&gt;75. When listing toppings you want on your pizza, include another pizza. &lt;br /&gt;76. Learn to play a blues riff on the harmonica. Stop talking at regular intervals to play it. &lt;br /&gt;77. Ask if they would like to sample your pizza. Suggest an even trade. &lt;br /&gt;78. Perfect a celebrity's voice. Stress that you won't take any crap from some two-bit can't-hack-it pimple-faced gofer. &lt;br /&gt;79. Put them on hold. &lt;br /&gt;80. Teach the order taker a scret code. Use the code on all subsequent orders. &lt;br /&gt;81. Mumble, "There's a bomb under your seat." When asked to repeat that, say "I said 'sauce smothered with meat'." &lt;br /&gt;82. Make the first topping you order mushrooms. Make the last thing you say "No mushrooms, please." Hang up before they have a chance to respond. &lt;br /&gt;83. When the order is repeated, change it slightly. When it is repeated again, change it again. On the third time, say "You just don't get it, do you?" &lt;br /&gt;84. When you'ge given the price, say "Ooooooo, that sounds complicated. I hate math." &lt;br /&gt;85. Haggle. &lt;br /&gt;86. Order a one-inch pizza. &lt;br /&gt;87. Order term life insurance. &lt;br /&gt;88. When they say "Will that be all?", snicker and say "We'll find out, won't we?" &lt;br /&gt;89. Order with a Speak-n-Spell where applicable. &lt;br /&gt;90. Ask how many dolphins were killed to make that pizza. &lt;br /&gt;91. While on the phone, fake entering puberty. Fluctuate pitch often; act embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;92. Engage in some serious swapping. &lt;br /&gt;93. Dance all around the word "pizza." Avoid saying it at all costs. If he/she says it, say "Please don't mention that word." &lt;br /&gt;94. Have a movie with a good car chase scene playing loudly in the background. Yell "OW!" when a bullet is fired. &lt;br /&gt;95. If he/she suggests a side order, ask why he/she is punishing you. &lt;br /&gt;96. Ask if the pizza has had its shots. &lt;br /&gt;97. Order a steamed pizza. &lt;br /&gt;98. Get taker's name. Later, call exactly on the hour to say, "This is your (time of day) wake-up call, So-and-so." Hang up. &lt;br /&gt;99. Offer to pay for the pizza with a public flogging. &lt;br /&gt;If any of the above practices are rejected by the order taker, 100. Say, in your best pouty voice, "Last guy let me do it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111153350937446828?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111153350937446828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111153350937446828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111153350937446828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111153350937446828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/100-ways-to-order-pizza.html' title='100 Ways to Order a 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something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite lets back it up so what happened after me and lee went out of lunch? lol wow for once we didn't go to viet place for lunch. haha. we headed all the way to the promenade for bourbon st. grill. yeah yeah, i know this food court food but its damn good. besides it was cheaper than viet food. yes sandy we spended way too much money on food on friday even for my likings. *nods nods* after a very filling meal, we waddled our full tummies to bulk barn in hopes of buying some candy for school this coming week. no not my school, i am on freaking march break. lol its nice to be in highschool. =P but unfortunately that bulk barn must be on sale or something because all the good candy were all sold out. *shaking my fist at those spoiled little kids* keke. no, i am not one of them *shifty eyes* boo... so we ended up just grabbing a tube of mentos, cuz lee likes pretending as if he is in one of those mentos commercial while he is singing the catchy jingle. o brother. *rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally after wasting time wondering around the mall, we finally make it back to his house. as usual, we watched the new episode of south park. you hipppies. keke. i think i have this like growing hate for cartemen for being a freaking faggot. lol. i swear i like hate him with a passion. o yeah, we bought this new bottle of slippery stuff cuz the last one sucks ass. i love the design of the bottle its so pretty and nice, plus the cap is this nice purple colour, i am so keeping the bottle when we used up all the slippery stuff. it will prolly this a while to use it all up because this is the good kind, just a drop or two and it is like super slippery already. the other stuff has this ucky residue and this is so sticky instead of slippery. it was just gross. lee said that's why it cost 5 bucks less. the 5 dollars went to the quality of the slippery stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we were already snuggling in bed with a new bottle of the slippery stuff, hm... guess what we did for the next 2 hours? lol its is so self explanatory. haha and then we listened to eddie murphy's comedy bit. yup after a while of just rolling around in bed, we were getting hungry. so get headed out of our fix of mr. sub. we stuff our faces with subs in front of the t.v. with lorne and watch ten commandments. damn that is so jewish. anywho, i quickly fliped the channel to watch legally blonde cuz i mean who really wanna watch a bunch of white people pretending they are brown, and act all funny with the crappy 50's special effect where god seems like he is a crackhead. i don't think so. so i made lee finished his homework while i wached legally blonde and channel surfed for a bit. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we wasted a few good hours in front of the t.v. then we hopped back into bed to snuggle some more because lee was naughty. we eventually got over our laziness and got ready to get me home. just as we were getting on the car, for some stupid reason we had to ruin the night we a fight. and guess what is was about... how the freaking car got dirty. it was prolly the most stupid fight we've had. who the hell gives a shit, but no we both had to make sure that ourself were right and that the other person was wrong. we ended up not talking to each other the whole freaking ride back. even when we arrived back at my house we still couldn't settle our differences, we are so stubborn when it comes to arguments like this. arg... imagine us living together 24/7. lol we would be more entertaining than a freaking reality t.v. show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the real fun begins. i started to walk towards my door in an extremely p.o. manner like seriously i am so right on the matter because i witnessed it. arg. anywho, as i tried to open the glass screen door so i can get to my door to unlock it, i discovered the glass door was locked. uh oh... there was no way possible for anyone to open the glass door from the outside unless you break the glass, and i sm so not ready for pay for the damages just to get into my house. hell no. i ranged the door bell no one answered. i was stranded outside of my own house and lee was still in the car p.o. at me but wondering what the hell i was doing. so irrationally i just stomped off thinking that my parents purposely locked me out because i was home late, (i wasn't home late at all), but either or i stomped off not knowing where i was going. lee started to follow me in the car going in reverse because he still loved me and worried about me, it was actually quite funny if i wasn't so p.o. at that time. so we made up because i was too scared at that point to be mad at him. we tried ringing the door bell, throwing ice at the window hoping my mom would hear me. we did everything possible at that point in time to wake someone up so i can get inside the house, but nothing worked. so we headed to the pay phones, (we forgot to bring a cell phone along) to try to call my house to wait someone up but that didn't work either. after trying for about 30-40 minutes, we got too cold for our own good and we headed back to lee's because i was going crazy on him. on top of that, we were running out of quaters to call people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back to lee's house we called my house and my dad's cells, just trying to get hold of someone to least let them know where i was. we finally get through to my dad, apparently he just arrived home at that point in time. i told him what the problem was, and he was like he would call back in a bit to let me know what's going on. later on, my dad called back telling me that he was able to wake my mom up to unlock the glass door, so he came over to lee's to pick me up. and i gave lee a big hug and a big kiss because while i was freaking out and going crazy, he was there to comfort me and to crack jokes with me so i would maintain my sanity. so by the time i finally make it home the second time it was really 2 in the morning. talk about a busy day. i found out that my dad woke my mom up by throwing a battery at the window. haha he is so violent, i only threw ice. he threw a freaking battery. i know that if there was any damage to the house, i am so in for it, i rather sleep over at lee's than have to pay like 2000 bucks for repairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson to be learn here: always keep batteries on hand, you never know how or when you'll need them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111136193234299271?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111136193234299271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111136193234299271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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shopping but we just ended up talking and eating, not really shopping. but it was fun just catching up on old times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big shoutout to hector for finally hitting the big 2o. hope you had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday - i officially coined sandy's day. lol it was amazing. since sandy already wrote it out, i am just going to be my lazy self and link to her. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/geminist/" target="_blank"&gt;Journal of a Geminist&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow everyday i have been sleeping like till noon, well i would wake up a bit earlier for a pee break, then right back to bed i go. lol very lazy, gonna get fat very soon. anywho, gotta get ready to go grab lunch with lee. later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111125900266767512?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111050528107946533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111050528107946533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111050528107946533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111050528107946533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/strawberry-pop-tart-blow-torches.html' title='Strawberry Pop-Tart Blow-Torches'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111016344554918039</id><published>2005-03-06T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:44:05.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo dreamy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/drownindreams/quizzes/Which%20Josh%20Groban%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/drownindreams/1070015165_hereyouare.jpg" border="0" alt="To where you are"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Josh Groban song are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111016344554918039?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111016344554918039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111016344554918039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111016344554918039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111016344554918039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/ooo-dreamy.html' title='ooo dreamy...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-111013972279112466</id><published>2005-03-06T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T15:08:42.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a discovery</title><content type='html'>taboozing - the combo of being drunk and tobogganing -&gt; fun, fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... what happened in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday - law trials... *sigh* need i say more? for details i will email you my rant for that day. no need to waste room on my precious blog. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday - went to school in an extremely exhausted state. we found out that our class won the law trial, which made me somewhat happy, can't get more happy because of tireness. lol. left school early, because i was way too tired and i needed to nap before i can go to fellowship. went to fellowship which was actually quite fun. stayed out till like 2:30 a.m. i swear even on a weekend i can't get much sleep, wtf? anywho, sleep like a rock till saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday - "Today was fun. Lee picked me up from my house at like noon-ish, and fingered me. Then went to Vietnamese food to grab lunch. I had #101 and Lee had #62, and we got extra spring rolls and a coke. By the end of it were both stuff like fat little piggies, so we drove to Lee's house. He fingered me at every red light on the way back. When we got to his house, and we fucked for a good two hours. Then we napped for 4 hours. When we got up it was seven-ish, and we figured out what to eat for dinner. Then we fucked for another half hour. We went out to Mr. Sub, and I got a pizza sub, and Lee had a spicy chicken sub. We got back to his house, and ate our subs, and watched a bit of family guy, other thing, and other thing. Afterwards, we went upstairs and fucked for like twenty minutes. Then Lee drove me back home, and Tim bothered us because he is attention seeking. Now I'm writing this blog." - Lee&lt;br /&gt;lol that was lee's version of what happened on saturday. my response, "meh." haha. i didn't get to sleep till like 2ish again, so damn sleepy. i am almost like living off of caffeine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oy... so much work due before march break, which is both good and bad. it is not hanging over my head during my holiday, but i am going to have to work my ass off from now till the break. in turn, it translates to me panicking like a crazy maniac. &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-111013972279112466?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/111013972279112466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=111013972279112466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111013972279112466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/111013972279112466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/discovery.html' title='a discovery'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-110976660203547522</id><published>2005-03-02T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:30:02.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>list in the making</title><content type='html'>i think i am going to compile a want list for lee. lol&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna contribute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-110976660203547522?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110976660203547522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=110976660203547522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110976660203547522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110976660203547522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/03/list-in-making.html' title='list in the making'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-110937377047454255</id><published>2005-02-25T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:22:50.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>t.v.</title><content type='html'>yesterday after work, i caught the last bit of the 8 p.m. show on 36. that makes it the second time of me watching it. (hint: the ending isn't that great, but meh.) anywho, as i was watching i thought of something and i scribbled it down last night, but i was too exhausted and in pain from work to type in up. arg... i still have this huge ass scratch mark down my right arm, looks so nasty. so just a thought to share. (lol, i even put effort into typing it with caps.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airports. &lt;br /&gt;Impressive constructions built for planes to take off and land safely, but also, to receive its passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As passengers, the airport is the last thing we see when we depart and it's our destination's welcome face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are traveling for pleasure, business or else, the airport is where many important events take place. It's the place for a warm good-bye, a cheerful welcome, a last minute "I love you" or "Please don't go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you're at the airport, whether you are going or coming back, waiting for someone or saying 'good bye' try to open your eyes and see the many stories that are being written at the very same moment yours is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup. i guess i wrote it because lately i seems so unsatisfy-able. but then i saw the relationship between the characters on t.v. i realized that i should try my best to be just happy with what i have, because it could all be taken away with a snap of a finger. ooo... i really don't understand myself sometimes, girl are such a strange group of people. i know what i want, but is it what i really need? so many questions, not enough answers. ahhh... going mental on myself. anywho, to end this blog on a more cheerful note. &lt;br /&gt;a link to sandy's blog(s): lol because yesterday we went out for sushi -&gt; very yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/geminist/" target="_blank"&gt;Sandy's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://log.koukiaru.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Sandy's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, more wacky links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=8508" target="_blank"&gt;Sperm Wars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-110937377047454255?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110937377047454255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=110937377047454255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110937377047454255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110937377047454255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/tv.html' title='t.v.'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-110920917096245461</id><published>2005-02-23T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:39:30.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/640/candykeyboardsm.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/320/candykeyboardsm.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candy keyboard, i m so picking at the candy and eating it. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-110920917096245461?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110920917096245461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=110920917096245461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110920917096245461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110920917096245461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/candy-keyboard-i-m-so-picking-at-candy.html' title=''/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-110920820991186816</id><published>2005-02-23T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:23:29.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lately...</title><content type='html'>yes once again my laziness overcame me, i really did wanted to write entries about what is happening in my life and so on and so forth but i dunno after reading it you might think i was nuts or something. well lets recap of general events that happened: school, school, v-day, kiwanis, school, lee's reading week, jealousy fits, school, fights, school, work, subs, outside in the cold without a jacket, sleeping in the snow, school, and etc. so as you see, a lot has happened, and no my life is not boring. &lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i got some huge ass package from utsc about my early acceptance to their humanities co-op. wow, who would have guessed a lazy ass like me would get some kinda early acceptance. thank God. &lt;br /&gt;today, wasn't particularly a great day for many different reasons, i won't bored you with my rants about how i hate school and stuff, because if you know me, it is quite self-explanatory. anywho, i am trying to put it behind me, and try to have a better day tomorrow. (yes, this is my attempt at being optimistic.)&lt;br /&gt;well the hot potato at hand, is the crazy law trial. i am a witness in this sim. trial, i play the role of two men (great, eh) dr. brooks, and investigator graham. both are very contraversial witnesses, that translates to me getting both my asses grilled during the trial next thursday. so if you see me that day a little more crispy and burnt than normal, now you know why. as of now, more research must be done in, for me to completely be that person. fun fun. &lt;br /&gt;for now i leave you with something to check out if you are really bored,&lt;br /&gt;http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=6458&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-110920820991186816?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110920820991186816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=110920820991186816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110920820991186816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110920820991186816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/lately.html' title='lately...'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-110895875555983893</id><published>2005-02-20T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:05:55.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo Kissing Horoscope&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#ECECFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color:black; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses are wild and uninhibited, biting and clawing; you expect applause for your performance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color:black; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Relationship Potential: It could be a fun fling, or it could be the love of your life. &lt;a href="http://www.tkqlhce.com/pr83r09608OQQXQYYTOXXPYTWS?sid=vday"&gt;Sample your free reading for more details.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissinghoroscopes"&gt;What's Your Kissing Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, the LOVE OF MY LIFE. *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-110895875555983893?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110895875555983893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=110895875555983893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110895875555983893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110895875555983893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-3.html' title='Love &lt;3'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-110833984104272798</id><published>2005-02-13T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:10:41.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/640/14974.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/320/14974.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You -&gt;Appropriate response when one friend is wronged by another who stepped out of line. I disapprove of your recent actions. They seem to be completely out of character for you. If I believed you were that kind of person, I would have never become your friend in the first place. If you wish to continue our friendship, I demand that you immediately discontinue your unwelcome behavior and respect my boundaries as you have in the past. Please snap out of it. If you persist, I will have to stand against you to limit the damage you do in the future. I tell you this because I believe you might respond to constructive criticism. Otherwise, I would not be speaking with you at all. I hope we can get back to the way things were. The choice is yours. &lt;br /&gt;When Guy X is caught flirting with his best friend Y's date, Y responds, "Hey, fuck you, buddy. That's not cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-110833984104272798?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110833984104272798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=110833984104272798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110833984104272798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110833984104272798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/appropriate-response-when-one-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-110833973435861560</id><published>2005-02-13T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:08:54.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/640/14893.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/1191/320/14893.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as sandy mentioned that i haven't been posting pics up well obviously i am a lazy bum so here you go sandy, pics for your enjoyment. -&gt; The ultimate god of cats everywhere. His head is capped by a natural outgrowth known as the "Mystic Rind", which originally was a solid lime. During the epic battle with Clock Spider &lt;/define.php?term=Clock+Spider&amp;r=d&gt;, several gashes were rent into the lime, creating a bang-like effect. Limecat responded by chewing off the Clock Spider's ninth leg and cast it into the sky, where it became the God of most religions.&lt;br /&gt;Limecat is seldom pleased, and only his priests have ever seen him do anything more than frown and glare. He has an illegitimate kitten, Linecat, who is marked by his lack of hair apart from his head and paws. &lt;br /&gt;Limecat is our lord and savior. All hail Limecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-110833973435861560?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110833973435861560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=110833973435861560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110833973435861560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110833973435861560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/ultimate-god-of-cats-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7161759.post-110833817231200989</id><published>2005-02-13T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:42:52.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>define</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiffaholic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're addicted to tiffany&lt;br /&gt;"i'm a tiffaholic and i'm proud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love http://www.urbandictionary.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy st. valentine's day &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7161759-110833817231200989?l=la-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/110833817231200989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7161759&amp;postID=110833817231200989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110833817231200989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7161759/posts/default/110833817231200989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-girl.blogspot.com/2005/02/define.html' title='define'/><author><name>tiff.k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274426712967548784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://josfellow.oyo.ca/icon/tiffany34186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
