<?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-8666820</id><updated>2011-09-19T20:17:33.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my space</title><subtitle type='html'>sit, relax, indulge.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-117065951176694586</id><published>2007-02-05T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:11:51.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, how time flies by.&lt;br /&gt;Wicked was an excellent play if I didn't mention before when I went for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My first term of 2nd year was alright, hasn't been much action in my life other than a lot of work. My profs this term are alright; one of them is extremely Russian and doens't want to get e-mails from us at all, another is extremely French and teaches awesome animal behaviour, another who teaches organic chemistry that has boobies (it was the first thing I noticed!), and three who are alright. If you did the math, I have SIX courses this term, that's right, six. I screwed myself over.&lt;br /&gt;I had three midterms last week and this week I have another three. And also during these two weeks, I have been trying to make appointments with profs to see if I can get a lab study course with one of them...even though people say they are "just human" and are easy to talk to, I only have one thought going through my head: they may be human, but they are humans with power fail me and kick me out of university :S. Yea, intimidating no?&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...dragonboat pool practices have started again, haven't picked up a paddle in about 6 months so it felt a little funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-117065951176694586?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/117065951176694586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=117065951176694586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/117065951176694586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/117065951176694586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2007/02/2007.html' title='2007!!!!!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-116111313283169229</id><published>2006-10-17T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:25:32.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time of the Year Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yay to my birthday and boo to my midterms. I used to enjoy having my birthday in October because it was in Autumn, and Autumn is my favourite season. The leaves are changing colours, Hallowe'en just 2 weeks away and the brisk breeze that always keep you on your toes. But no, not today, on the best day of the year for me. It just HAD to be raining all day, and I just HAVE to have a midterm this Friday. Booo-urns I say! Now I wish my birthday was earlier in September instead of being smack-dab in the middle of midterms.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a few people over tonight but I don't think we're going to get too drunk. I brought over Twister too just in case we do get drunk and want to make total asses of ourselves. Of course Twister can do that even when you're sober, but everything is better when you're drunk right?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you guys how it goes some other time.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home tomorrow night just to see Wicked with the family (and Kyle). I've been waiting to see this musical for a while, I hope it's as good as everyone else says it is. Plus I get to see Kyle dressed up, which is definitly a rarity.  I'll also tell you guys how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it for my short update!&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-116111313283169229?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/116111313283169229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=116111313283169229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/116111313283169229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/116111313283169229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of the Year Again...'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115924233174222599</id><published>2006-09-25T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:28:30.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tool Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Utterly amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was my first concert (where it wasn't city run) and I'm glad it was a rock concert. A very loud rock concert. We had really good seats at the Molson Amphitheatre, row 200 (meaning right behind the people who were standing right in front of the stage) and we got seats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I knew that buying anything from the concert concession stand would be expensive, but I had no idea a ladies t-shirt would be $47. That way too much! So I opted out of that and bought myself a guy's t-shirt in size small with the cities on the tour on the back for $43. Kyle bought himself a t-shirt AND a HUGE poster (like 4 regular sized posters). At least there wasn't tax (whew!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since we had reserved tickets, we didn't have to wait in line or anything to get good seats. While lining up to get inside, these Amex people came up to us and asked us if we wanted to give us their e-mails and they would give us free VIP passes to the Amex Lounge next to the stage. So yea, I did it and we got in. We had free samples of the Rockstar energy drink and some fruit. We were told that we also got free drinks and free food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The opening band was called Isis and I think they've been around for a while. They were alright but they never once had a gap between their songs, there was always one single tone that carried through. I don't even know how many songs they played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During the little break between Isis and Tool, we went to the VIP Lounge to get some grub and found out it cost $17!!! And drinks cost at least $3.75. I felt so jipped, but maybe the free food and drink was only during the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once Tool started, everyone got on their feet and didn't sit down for the whole 2 and a half hours. It was so awesome! First they didn't have too many stage effects with the lights for the first song, and then they went crazy! There were lasers and fog and crazy animation. There were also these lights on the back wall of the stage that changed colour and were kindof in the shape of trees. I wish I brought my camera but I knew it was going to get confiscated. Luckily I had my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; cellphone on me so I was able to take some decent pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throughout the entire show, security were telling people not to smoke since it was prohibited but once Tool started, they had no control over the crowd.  I got a secondary high from all the people who were smoking ganja in front of me! I think these four guys lit up at least 4 times! Anyways, by the end of it, my stomach felt like it was going to turn inside out. Althought I did get the munchies once my mom picked us up. I gulfed down the muffins she had so fast, I nearly choked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are the pictures! Some are from Kyle's friend who was also at the concert, although we didn't meet up with him at all that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is the stage before the concert started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSC00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSC00067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The crowd minutes before Tool came on stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSC00069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The stage, those are the lights that looked like trees.  Maynard Keenan is playing the keyboard. Also there's Adam Jones (guitarist). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/untitled1.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/untitled1.bmp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The lasers. Those two lasers were rotating and changing colours, coinciding with the songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/untitled5.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/untitled5.bmp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This was at the end of one of their songs (don't remember which one) where they turned on ALL the lasers and they were all going at once, zooming everywhere and changing colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/untitled.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/untitled.bmp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We had fun :). Happy anniversay Kyle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSC00068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115924233174222599?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115924233174222599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115924233174222599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115924233174222599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115924233174222599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/09/tool-concert.html' title='Tool Concert'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115843174012832271</id><published>2006-09-16T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:36:24.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been forever since the last time I posted but nothing too huge has happened. Frosh happened but I didn't participate, school started and I went so nothing new there either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm only taking four courses this term so I don't really have a reason to not go to class this term, but next term I have six courses and I think I screwed myself over just a bit. I did my schedule for next term and I might just kill myself. Everyday I have at least three classes in a row between 10:30 to 1:30 which means I don't really have time to eat lunch when I usually eat lunch. On Fridays, I have (starting at 8:30am) 5 lectures in a row and then a 3 hour lab. On a FRIDAY! Not only does it mean I can't go back to Toronto early on Fridays but I also don't have time to study for midterms which are usually on Fridays. All I can say is - shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next Saturday, Kyle and I are going to the Tool concert at the Molson Ampitheatre. That was my present to him for our first year anniversary (oh yea, that's something that happened since my last update..oops). So yea, I got him those, and he got me a coca-cola fridge! Oh yea baby, my own personal fridge that I can plug into the car for roadtrips...pretty sweeeet. He says he's going to get me rollerblades too but it's not rollerblade season anymore so there aren't any blades on sale that are my size.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of becoming a SOCS rep for next frosh week, looks like a lot of fun hahaha. I get to wear a bright orange jumpsuit and scream at the top of my lungs for a week. Then again, I have to take care of all the little first years and I don't know if I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;Until then though I have to make sure I keep my marks up so I can get some money next year! *crosses fingers for awesome marks!*&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Happy one year Kyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115843174012832271?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115843174012832271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115843174012832271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115843174012832271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115843174012832271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115674273523410942</id><published>2006-08-28T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:25:35.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Stop Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle came to visit with his family on Friday and I (including my parents and my sister) have done some kind of "event" with them. Here's what went down this weekend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle calls around 7-ish to tell me he's arrived in Toronto, but I don't pick up my cell because I left it at home and I had to go to the airport to pick up my dad from Montreal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Btw, the airport lost his luggage...so there was nothing to wash when we got home. We made dinner and my mom and I went to go pick up Kyle so he can sleep over Friday and Saturday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle and I watch most of Man in the Iron Mask but John Malkovich was horrible so we stopped about halfway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle, me and Abby met up with his parents and one brother to go to the Ex. We parked at Finch and took the subway down (they haven't taken the subway in a while or ever). When we get there, we split up and Kyle and I decided to sign up for the Prison Break Challenge. The challenge consisted of going to 6 different tents around the CNE and answer a question about a random primetime Global tv show. There is a chance that you can be chosen to be an instant winner at any of the booths and claim a prize. It also consisted of a draw for $150,000 but you had to go to all 6 tents to be eligible. Well, just to let you know, we did go to all of them, and I was an instant winner at the first tent we went to. I got a 6 GB Sony mp3 player (model NW-A1000)...not sure how much it actually costs yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the fun at the Ex, we met up with my parents at our house to go to a nice Chinese dinner. My dad was the one who really explained all the food to Kyle's parents and brother. I think they liked it which was pretty good. I think there was still a bit of a culture shock for them with the dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After dinner, Kyle, his brother and I go to STC to watch Talladega Nights, it was pretty hilarious except I was already really exhausted from an entire day of walking (and I didn't have coffee to keep me going). I had to drive his brother back to his aunt's place (which was where his parents were staying) and she lived off the 401 a little bit past Yorkdale mall so it was a bit of a drive. On the way back, I find out the 401 ramp was closed for late night construction and I was totally bummed so we didn't get home until around 1:30 am. We both just died on the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wake up early-ish and we head to Ikea to meet up with Kyle's family again to have some $1 breakfast. I bump into Dragonboat people during breakfast but not Kyle's family. We start walking around the displays and we finally meet up with Kyle's parents about 2 hours later. We split up again and meet up at the cash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I end up buying a bookcase and a nice reading lamp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I said goodbye to Kyle and his family and they went back up to Wiky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After they left, the REAL shopping began. My mom, Abby and I went to Staples to do back to school shopping and then went to Pac mall where we got new cell phones for $0 a phone. I got a Sony Ericsson mp3 phone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was about 5:30 when we got home and half an hour later we drive off to have dinner with my grandparents. After that, my mom drives my sister back up to Waterloo along with her newly bought bookcase while my dad and I build his/my mom's new bed. Also did the laundry and caulked up this big gap in the living room that we think wasps keep coming into the house from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom gets home around 11:30 and we finally get to sit down and talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just realized I got 2 mp3 phones in 2 days for free (almost).  Swweeeet!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to work tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115674273523410942?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115674273523410942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115674273523410942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115674273523410942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115674273523410942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/08/non-stop-weekend.html' title='Non-Stop Weekend'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115647949824018875</id><published>2006-08-25T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:18:18.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Bargaining Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;This past Monday my boss asked me to go across the parking lot from M&amp;Ms and get a cheap boombox for under $40 (since that was how much money she gave me). I walk over and check out the Sears outlet mall and all I see there is garbage electronics. I step out of Sears and found The Source hidden away in a little corner of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;I go inside and I seem to be the first customre of the day. The brown guy working at the time was friendly and asked me if I needed help. I told him I needed a cheap boombox for under $40 and he goes to show me a couple that were like $50...obviously not right for me. I kept telling him that I only had $40 and nothing more and I desperately needed one.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the man climbed a ladder, grabbed a new box with a new stereo inside and tells me that he'll slash the price for it just for me.&lt;br /&gt;The stereo was originally priced at $99.99 and he took off a certain amount and made the excuse on the computer that it was damaged and then went on to give me the employee discount. Therefore, I went off with a $100 stereo for only $45.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I did that and that will probably never happen to me again.&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the store, the other person working at the time asked me if he could give me $5 and get him an ipod.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Kyle's coming to visit this weekend with his family! Excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115647949824018875?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115647949824018875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115647949824018875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115647949824018875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115647949824018875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/08/natural-bargaining-skills.html' title='Natural Bargaining Skills'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115534452722468213</id><published>2006-08-11T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:02:07.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pow Wow!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;So earlier this week I just got back from visiting Kyle for 7 days. I had such a blast! It was worth the uncomfortable 6 hour ride back and forth just to see him (mind you it HAS been more than a month).&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Pow Wow that was going on (I got really tanned from that) and also went golfing. I didn't want to seem like such a tourist so I didn't buy a souvenir but Kyle did have to pay $2 for the Pow Wow brochure so I'll take that as my gift :). I guess in a way he kind of pampered me lol...but not really since he's making the big bucks working hard at the golf course.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of golf, we played a lot of that too! I brought up my golf clubs in my mom's handy-dandy squishy yet durable traveling bag and we played a couple of times, most of them with Kyle's relatives and family friends. It's kind of cool to meet some family friends since our family doesn't have that many. We are just kind of to our selves and there aren't like huge social gatherings like his....but then again he's native so I can't really compare.&lt;br /&gt;One of Kyle's cousins recently got engaged and we had a little party to celebrate. It was really neat because everyone wrote their own personal advice to them and put it in this bag that they're not allowed to open until after their wedding day (which won't be for a year or two). The lady that the cousin is engaged to is in kind of a similar situation as me (but now much more serious because she's engaged). She was in a small family and when she first went up to visit his family and realized how huge it was she was kind of in shock. So now I know I'm not the only one that's going through it....but then again, she is part native while I'm 100% chinese (I think...). The engagement party was great, it was pretty interesting getting totally drunk with Kyle, his parents AND his grandma....I wish I could go get drunk with my parents and grandparents and still have a good time. But yea, we both drank too much and I need to find pictures of that night so I can piece what happened back together (I remember dancing with Kyle's grandma though....that was pretty fun!)&lt;br /&gt;I loved the fresh air and seeing the stars and seeing my boyfriend. It was almost magical, I had just an amazing time and I can't wait to visit again. Probably not for a while though since school's about to start and I don't think my boss at M&amp;amp;Ms is going to give me more breaks off.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle said he might come down in two weeks time with his parents but I dont think there is much we can do except play a round of golf and then eat dinner. That's ok though, I'll see him probably almost everyday when school starts (hopefully everyday if possible...not saying I'm clingy or anything).&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, things went straight back to normal and it almost felt like I didn't go at all. I get that feeling every time I come back from a totally awesome and vigorating trip. I'm helping my parents with their huge backyard project to turn most of the grass into a nice stone patio-ish type thing. It's much better than what we had before because all the pine needles from our humungous pine tree isn't letting grass grow anyways so why not.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go! Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115534452722468213?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115534452722468213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115534452722468213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115534452722468213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115534452722468213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/08/pow-wow.html' title='Pow Wow!!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115405019151803294</id><published>2006-07-27T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:29:51.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragonboat Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;    The weekend was amazing! It was great to see everyone again and there was definitely lots of bonding. It was raining almost all of the time but there was a little bit of sunshine Sunday morning and we took advantage of that and went to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;Laura's house was amazing! She lived as she quotes "exactly 1 km" from the beach. The beach was amazing. There were a lot of dead fish everywhere and there was only a little bit of "free" beach but the people made it fun. The water was really shallow and I went preetty far back until I had to stand on my tippy toes.&lt;br /&gt;We went through an entire tank of propane over two days and we resulted in using the giant firepit. We definitely understimated the open flame and we charred a lot of the burgers we had. It was still fun....I tried some of those marshmellows with Bailey's in it, it tasted pretty damn good. A lot of people wanted to try it.&lt;br /&gt;I got to Laura's Friday night and I barely remember it. I just know I bonded a lot with two other girls and we passed out together (awwww!!). Lots of pictures to piece together the happenings of Friday night. Saturday was pretty rainy but we went to the beach anyways and watched the awesome video courtesy of Mike Sun. Great video Mike!! Hopefully it'll be on youtube soon so I can show all of you guys what an hilarious video it is (was?).&lt;br /&gt;By Sunday, most of the team had left already either in the morning or the night before but we went on with the daily activites anyways. It was sunny so we went to the beach (I got a little bit burnt...a little bit closer to Kyle's tan-ness) and we handed out awards chosen by the execs. I got the award for Most Dedicated Paddler. Not sure how that came to be...probably because I brought all the food.&lt;br /&gt;Laura was fabulous for letting so many people stay over and literally camp in her backyard. So many memories...I hope we have another get together before school starts. Laura might even be living with Matt and I next year...and she's bringing her dog!!! Yay! Maddox is SO well behaved, its unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Ahh...Not even there for 10 minutes and I already have a drink in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/n72605636_30558392_7997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/n72605636_30558392_7997.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                       Ahh...bonding!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/n72605636_30558429_3338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/n72605636_30558429_3338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piglet that lived across the street from Laura's house...it's so cute! His name is CB...which stands for Canadian Bacon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/n72605636_30558599_1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/n72605636_30558599_1975.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;                                         Beach!! I sneaked into the picture last minute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/n72605636_30558608_6685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/n72605636_30558608_6685.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;                                    Feet!! One of the last pictures taken before we all departed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/n72605636_30558920_7331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/n72605636_30558920_7331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;On another note...I'm going to visit Kyle next Wednesday! I CAN'T WAIT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115405019151803294?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115405019151803294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115405019151803294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115405019151803294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115405019151803294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/07/dragonboat-awesomeness.html' title='Dragonboat Awesomeness'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115336729207854723</id><published>2006-07-19T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:48:12.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey everybody! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are bigger gaps now between my posts because it just takes such a long time before there are enough interesting things to happen to me for me to post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week, I went to Kensington Market with Ivan (who still looks the same) and I bought myself two belts (two for one sale) , two books, and also something for Kyle when I go up to meet him. Before we hit up Kensington, we went to the Salad King near the HMV and it was quite an experience. For all of their dishes, you can choose the spicy-ness on a scale from 0 chilis to 20 chilis. The description for 20 chilis was: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;May cause upset stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. From the looks of things, I decided to go with 2 chilis and my goodness was it spicy!!! I should've just been a wimp and went for 0 chilis like my sister and have enjoyed my meal fully instead of enjoying the first moment of each bite and then having the feeling of eating fire. Who in their right mind would ever go for 20 chilis? I bet you that whoever would would have to have little to no feeling in their tastebuds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we had some ice cream which helped to cool us off and then we head off to Kensington Market. The stores there have gotten a lot more high tech since the last time I went there (two years ago?). Most of the stores had debit machines so i didn't have to panic that I only had a twenty dollar bill.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went out for sushi with my coworkers from M&amp;Ms (Andrew and Lu) and I had the biggest meal. Bigger than Andrew's (who is one of those food shovelling machine guys) meal! We went to a place called Oshi which is on Steeles and a little bit further and across the street from Pacific Mall. I seriously wished we went further back into the parking lot and went to Wasabi instead because it's all-you-can-eat sushi for just a couple of dollers more. It was really nice to eat something that wasn't heated up like all of the M&amp;amp;M stuff (which tastes quite delicious by the way). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend, the Mac dragonboat team is having their end of the year party and I couldn't be more excited. I haven't seen the whole team for almost a month now and I think we're going to have a killer time. Since I'm working at an M&amp;Ms and we're having a big potluck/bbq, I've decided to somewhat spear-head a little group to get most of the food for the bbq. I just hope that there is enough food because more and more people want to chip in with money meaning less and less people are bringing food! I don't think I bought enough food for 20 people :S. Ahh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll see how it goes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work has been fun. More and more idiotic people come in and slowly the thought of the store transferring owners is setting in. It feels weirder to eat M&amp;M food for lunch because head office people are there and they're all "I'm going to go buy food across the street" or "I'm going to Timmy's for lunch". Makes me feel kindof guilty that I'm having a free lunch. The new owners have never owned an M&amp;amp;Ms before and I'm pretty certain that they're going to be very by-the-book and not let any of the product consultants have any fun or freedom. I just hope they're not the kind of franchisees who think that the product consultants are underneath them and don't deserve the same amount of respect. I know a lot of people who are like that with people who assist them and I think it's the shittiest thing someone could do to you in the workplace (other than actually firing you). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's it for now! I'm so excited! I'm going to go up to visit Kyle in 2 weeks! (The last time I saw him was June 21st!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115336729207854723?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115336729207854723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115336729207854723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115336729207854723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115336729207854723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an Update'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115224313284282008</id><published>2006-07-06T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:32:33.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWDNy43ATjc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWDNy43ATjc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115224313284282008?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115224313284282008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115224313284282008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115224313284282008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115224313284282008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-this-commercial.html' title='I love this commercial'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115189237926503710</id><published>2006-07-02T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:06:19.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The great thing about working in a store devoted to freezing food is that I actually complain about being cold when the weather forecasts temperatures around the 29 degrees celcius area. The bad thing about working at M&amp;Ms is that people come in, stand over the cooler, blatantly not planning to buy anything and just leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today business was alright until an hour before my shift is over. People usually come in spurts and this spurt was HUGE! We were trying to help about 5 customers between the two of us and one of them wanted to buy 8 boxes of burgers and after I cut open the tape of the cardboard box to show her what it looked like, she MADE me tape it back up before she took it. I kept saying, "It doesn't matter, it's frozen anyways." And she kept making this obviously stupid argument that she wasn't going to eat it for a while so she wanted it to be taped back up. IT'S FROZEN! It's not going to go anywhere as long as you stick it in a freezer! I got so pissed off that when I went to go pick up some more boxes from the giant walk in freezer, I bumped by head really hard on the shelf so not only was this customer pissing me off, I had a killer headache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that customer, this other customer came in and I could tell that she was one of those jerk customers who think they're better than everyone else. She could obviously see that that first customer I was helping was paying so she had to wait in line. The other guy working at the time was doing the cash for the tape-lady and when I gave the jerk-lady her box of potatoes, I went off to go help another customer. The jerk-lady starts bitching to the other guy about how I was helping her and then I went off to help someone else. The tape-lady had like 9 boxes of stuff so the line was getting a little backed up and the jerk-lady was just cussing off to how we weren't helping her. How could I have helped her more?! I gave her her stupid potatoes and now she has to wait in line, there's nothing more to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After both of those fabulous customers left, Andrew (the guy working) told me that the jerk-lady always demands to be treated better than everyone else and that he hoped to one day tell her to f*ck off. I don't know people can survive working at retail for more than a summer time. There are so many horrible people out there that I just want to bitchslap all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the dogma of M&amp;Ms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) You come in, we say "Hi!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) You ask for the food and we get it from the freezer for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) We show you the food and you say, "that's great!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) You pay for it and we say, "Have a nice day!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so simple! I don't know why people have to make it so hard! I've heard stories about how customers have tried to go behind the counter to take out the food themselves so they can see it. The counter is there for a reason nitwits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This reminds me of this other customer who was in such a hurry that she literally reached over the counter and tried to rip the receipt herself from the moneris machine. Earlier, she also tried opening the box herself but to no avail since it was securely taped and needed a box cutter to open it. I even told her to wait a couple of seconds while I took out my box cutter. Ugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you noticed how all these bad customers are women?! I don't want to send women back like 50 years but seriously! Women seem to be the sex that bitches more about the smallest things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115189237926503710?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115189237926503710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115189237926503710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115189237926503710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115189237926503710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/07/freezing.html' title='Freezing!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115137194418268740</id><published>2006-06-26T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:19:05.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toronto Regatta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Best. Regatta. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days were the best days I have ever had on the island. There was so much love everywhere between the team members and we got to bond so much. I lost my voice for a little while this morning from cheering so much but it was all worth it. Erin got us bars of soap from a dance competition (judged by how loud the cheering was).&lt;br /&gt;For the actual races, Mac-Row-Ni got fourth place for the university cup but we took second place for the community I division. Which was a great improvement supposedly from last year when the Mac-Row-Ni team was in Division Q (the divisions go from A to U; fastest teams to slowest respectively).&lt;br /&gt;Tons of pictures and videos that I want to show you guys, but none of them are mine so I can't! Sorry! Hopefully I will get some awesome ones and I will post those on here.&lt;br /&gt;The regatta spanned over the entire weekend and on the first day, I met up with Tiffany and we went to the beach where we tanned...and tanned and finally got burnt. My back is a little bit tingly still and hopefully it'll fade to a nice brown (cross my fingers!). Sunday it was a little bit colder so I didn't go to the beach. I had to change out of my bathing suit and into clothes for dinner but I didn't want to wait for the washroom. I ended up getting my sister to wrap and hold a towel around me while I changed out of it...it required a lot of maneuvering (more than I'm used to).&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we had our team dinner and we went to the Casey's on Front Street. We stuffed ourselves and for our table (there were 3) our bill came up to about $250.&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, and I'm sad that it's over. Hopefully everyone will be at the dragonboat party because I miss the team already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115137194418268740?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115137194418268740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115137194418268740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115137194418268740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115137194418268740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/06/toronto-regatta.html' title='Toronto Regatta'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-115094802426062054</id><published>2006-06-21T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:47:04.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Weekend Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I had SO much fun the past couple of days when Kyle visited and I can't believe he's gone again.&lt;br /&gt;We kept busy when he was here (Friday to Wednesday) by:&lt;br /&gt;- Going to Wonderland (short but bitchin')&lt;br /&gt;- Watched X-men 3 and Cars: Both were great movies in their own ways&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Hamilton (twice!): First to pick up Kyle's PS2 and the second time to pick up his laptop which we could've technically picked up the same day we picked up his PS2.&lt;br /&gt;- Walked around Yorkdale: It was so clean! And the Rainforest Cafe was crazy (expensive!). We also saw Cars at the Famous Players there...really nice screens.&lt;br /&gt;- Went out to eat everywhere: Casey's, East Side Marios, and even lunch with my grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;- Stayed in a lot: It was great just hanging out and cooking some good meals (with M&amp;amp;M food!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to see him go but it was so awesome seeing him at all. Today was a little bit rough because I made him almost late for his bus by getting lost downtown and then getting more lost by trying to find the right streets. I got so pissed off at all the pedestrians, I just wanted to run them over! Kyle's such an amazing guy for putting up with me =P. Hopefully he got back safely and he's not mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-115094802426062054?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/115094802426062054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=115094802426062054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115094802426062054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/115094802426062054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-weekend-ever.html' title='Best Weekend Ever!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114988671132111416</id><published>2006-06-09T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:01:41.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;Ms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, the weeks have been going by pretty fast all of a sudden, especially now that I'm working at the awesomest place ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; shop, but they got desserts, self-serving lunches, fries and ice-cream too! And if the package is damaged, then I guess we, as the product consultants (because that's what our job title is) will just have to eat it ourselves, boohooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a blast working there too. The customers are always nice and they were all pretty patient with me if/when I struggled to remember which door their order was in. I also enjoyed working at the cashier. It's pretty simple with M&amp;Ms I find because...(for those of you who have a box of M&amp;amp;M stuff at home, look now!) there's a number in a circle on the side of the box and that's all we press in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff came to visit me too which was fun, except she didn't buy anything there (although she got me an ice cap from Timmy's that was next door! thank you! heehee!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So everybody! Next time I'm working is 1-5 pm this Sunday so come and I'll give you a 15% discount on meat! And desserts! And fries! And delicious delicious ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On another note, Kyle's coming next weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114988671132111416?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114988671132111416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114988671132111416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114988671132111416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114988671132111416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/06/mms.html' title='M&amp;Ms'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114965503670837397</id><published>2006-06-07T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:40:03.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs on my Mind Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Caroline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where it began, I can't begin to know when&lt;br /&gt;But then I know it's growing strong&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wasn't the spring, whooo&lt;br /&gt;And spring became the summer&lt;br /&gt;Who'd believe you'd come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands, touching hands, reaching out&lt;br /&gt;Touching me, touching you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet Caroline&lt;br /&gt;Good times never seem so good&lt;br /&gt;I've been inclined to believe it never would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I, I look at the night, whooo&lt;br /&gt;And it don't seem so lonely&lt;br /&gt;We fill it up with only two, oh&lt;br /&gt;And when I hurt&lt;br /&gt;Hurting runs off my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;How can I hurt when holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one, touching one, reaching out&lt;br /&gt;Touching me, touching you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet Caroline&lt;br /&gt;Good times never seem so good&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyrics007.ringtone-logo-game.com/sonneries.php?k=Incubus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To see you when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Is a gift I didn't think could be real.&lt;br /&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do&lt;br /&gt;Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your picture.&lt;br /&gt;I smell your skin on&lt;br /&gt;The empty pillow next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;You have only been gone ten days,&lt;br /&gt;But already I'm wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;Whether far or soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to know that I care,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This next one is thanks to Tiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hips Don't Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies up in here tonight&lt;br /&gt;No fighting, no fighting&lt;br /&gt;We got the refugees up in here&lt;br /&gt;No fighting, no fighting&lt;br /&gt;Shakira, Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew that she could dance like this&lt;br /&gt;She makes a man wants to speak Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa (si, Shakira Shakira), su casa&lt;br /&gt;Shakira, Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby when you talk like that&lt;br /&gt;You make a woman go mad&lt;br /&gt;So be wise and keep on&lt;br /&gt;Reading the signs of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my hips don't lie&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to feel it's right&lt;br /&gt;All the attraction, the tension&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see baby, this is perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Girl, I can see your body moving&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have the slightest idea&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw you dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you walk up on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl&lt;br /&gt;And everything so unexpected - the way you right and left it&lt;br /&gt;So you can keep on shaking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew that she could dance like this&lt;br /&gt;She makes a man want to speak Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa (si, Shakira Shakira), su casa&lt;br /&gt;Shakira, Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby when you talk like that&lt;br /&gt;You make a woman go mad&lt;br /&gt;So be wise and keep on&lt;br /&gt;Reading the signs of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my hips don't lie&lt;br /&gt;And I am starting to feel you boy&lt;br /&gt;Come on lets go, real slow&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see baby asi es perfecto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don't lie&lt;br /&gt;And I am starting to feel it's right&lt;br /&gt;All the attraction, the tension&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see baby, this is perfection&lt;br /&gt;Shakira, Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I can see your body moving&lt;br /&gt;Half animal, half man&lt;br /&gt;I don't, don't really know what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;But you seem to have a plan&lt;br /&gt;My will and self restraint&lt;br /&gt;Have come to fail now, fail now&lt;br /&gt;See, I am doing what I can, but I can't so you know&lt;br /&gt;That's a bit too hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila en la calle de noche&lt;br /&gt;Baila en la calle de d­a&lt;br /&gt;Baila en la calle de noche&lt;br /&gt;Baila en la calle de d­a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really knew that she could dance like this&lt;br /&gt;She makes a man want to speak Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa (si, Shakira Shakira), su casa&lt;br /&gt;Shakira, Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby when you talk like that&lt;br /&gt;You know you got me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;So be wise and keep on&lt;br /&gt;Reading the signs of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senorita, feel the conga, let me see you move like you come from Colombia&lt;br /&gt;Mira en Barranquilla se baila as­, say it!&lt;br /&gt;Mira en Barranquilla se baila as­&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so sexy every man's fantasy a refugee like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country&lt;br /&gt;I go back like when 'pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty&lt;br /&gt;I need a whole club dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Why the CIA wanna watch us?&lt;br /&gt;Colombians and Haitians&lt;br /&gt;I ain't guilty, it's a musical transaction&lt;br /&gt;No more do we snatch ropes&lt;br /&gt;Refugees run the seas 'cause we own our own boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to feel you boy&lt;br /&gt;Come on let's go, real slow&lt;br /&gt;Baby, like this is perfecto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know I am on tonight and my hips don't lie&lt;br /&gt;And I am starting to feel it's right&lt;br /&gt;The attraction, the tension&lt;br /&gt;Baby, like this is perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fighting&lt;br /&gt;No fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114965503670837397?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114965503670837397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114965503670837397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114965503670837397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114965503670837397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/06/songs-on-my-mind-right-now.html' title='Songs on my Mind Right Now'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114947372606307338</id><published>2006-06-04T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:15:26.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was the Pickering Regatta for dragonboat and it was interesting to say the least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First and foremost, it was puking rain and it wouldn't stop. It went from heavy rain to even heavier rain. Luckily, a bunch of us brought tents so we could get some shelter but it didn't help us for the cold wind. The tents eventually got pretty wet on the inside too since we were all soaked from racing in the pouring rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Secondly, EVERYTHING got soaked. We tried to consolidate space by putting all of the bags into the closed tents so they wouldn't get wet and stay in the bigger tents that didn't have protection around the sides. We ended up standing outside anyways, I didn't do a lot of sitting at all at that regatta. My clean/dry clothes eventually got wet after I changed because it was still pouring rain and I (being me) forgot my umbrella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all that, we all went to eat at East Side Marios where I ended up eating $18 worth of food, where $5 of those dollars went to a huge bowl of strawberry ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the good side of that day though, there was a lot of team bonding and I really love them all! We also did pretty well considering we only practice once a week on the water and we have never really done any weight training. I also got my uniform today which was great! I felt like we were all part of a awesome team since we all had awesome uniforms. Plus they're not big baggy tshirts that weight you down if they get drenched in water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend sent me this link to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-877443643928876680&amp;q=chink+in+the+armor"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, go watch it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle's coming in two weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114947372606307338?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114947372606307338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114947372606307338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114947372606307338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114947372606307338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/06/soaked.html' title='Soaked'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114914235290955101</id><published>2006-06-01T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T02:12:32.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too HOT!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Toronto and I've been trying to sleep in my room for the past couple of hours. I just can't do it! It's gross when you just come out of the shower and you go to your room and you don't know if you're sweating or still wet from the shower :S.  Because of this, I have decided to spend some quality time in the basement updating my blog and hopefully lowering my body heat just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I start work tomorrow!err...technically today in less than 8 hours! I'm excited..I just hope the owner there will let me have the next couple of saturdays off because of dragonboat and Kyle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny video I found on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuN_VWZt35g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuN_VWZt35g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114914235290955101?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114914235290955101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114914235290955101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114914235290955101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114914235290955101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-hot.html' title='Too HOT!!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114896357926807434</id><published>2006-05-30T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:41:45.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination to the Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE--&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything Anyone Ever Wanted To Know About You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Basic Stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Name?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barbara  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Age?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18 (turning 19 in October!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Height?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5'6 1/2" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weight?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;115 lbs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Birthday?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October 17th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Birthplace?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Location?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toronto and Hamilton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School/Grade?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finishing first year undergrad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zodiac Sign?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Libra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese Zodiac Sign?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rabbit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Righty or Lefty?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lefty! I am a child of satan =P.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haircolor?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dark brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyecolor?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dark brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skin Color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellowy olive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's Your Family Situation (Parents, Siblings, etc)?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom, dad, older sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any Pets?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RIP Hammy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If So What Are They?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAS a guinea pig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Relative?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't have one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Least Favorite Relative?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't have one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's Your Heritage/Race?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Political Affilation?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no comment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love &amp;amp; Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sexuality?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are You In A Relationship Now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If So, With Whom?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kyle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For How Long?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 months and counting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are You In Love?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do You Have A Crush On Anyone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever Had A Crush On Someone Of The Same Sex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How Old Were You When You Had Your First Kiss?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Virgin?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*cough* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If Not, How Old Were You When You Had Sex For The First Time?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was It Enjoyable?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's The Farthest You've Ever Gone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where Do You Most Like To Be Kissed?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anywhere  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best Love Quote?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nope! I don't judge  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How Many Do You Have?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't like to keep count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More Guys Or Girls?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love Them All?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any You Wish You Were Closer To?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oldest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;umm...db friends that are like my sister's age..OLD!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Newest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragonboat!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pen Pal?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends And Words: Associate Them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;writing love letters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flower:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nice to recieve them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not my colour  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Window:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets you see out into the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone should have one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my role model  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bread:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yum!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me when i have to study for a test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunglasses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hard to find for my extremely round head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pimp:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not dropping the n-bomb here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cross:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;religion...i'm agnostic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lonely:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me right now =(. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the best way to get around  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;calms the nerves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Or That&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boxers or Briefs?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boxer briefs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thongs or G-Strings?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thongs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shorts or Pants?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shorts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shoes or Barefeet?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Books or Movies?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night or Day?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dark or Light?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mountains or Beach?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow or Sun?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;COKE!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys or Girls?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swim or Surf?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;swim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For or Against&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gay Marriage?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for, there's nothing wrong with it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abortion?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for, freedom to choose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bush Getting Re-elected?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enh, al gore would be a better president &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suicide?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;against, there's always a way to get better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;War?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;against, war is stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pants?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for, to hide my ugly knee bruise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clothes In General?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;against, everyone should just run around in their birthday suits! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penises?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for? to make babies with?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorites&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;red/blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.618 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holiday?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hallowe'en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Season?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Movie?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fight Club, Moulin Rouge, Spaceballs, etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Book?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Princess Bride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Magazine?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Food?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drink?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;COKE!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TV Show?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;House, Family Guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incubus - I Miss You (at the moment) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Band?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chili Peppers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Computer Game?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;umm...Half-Life? It's the only one i've played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Video Game?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soul Calibur, fight fight fight!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anime/Manga?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shirt?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything that doesn't make me look fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pants?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jeans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actor?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jake gyllenhaal, christian bale, will farrell, christopher walken, ralph fiennes, etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actress?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;charlize theoron, nicoke kidman, halle berry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singer?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;christina aguilera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flower?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rose, heliconias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scent?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fruity scents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Animal?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beagles (floppy ears!), puffins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cookie?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chocolate chip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want To Go To College?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in university right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coroner, or neurologist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want To Get Married?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want To Have Kids?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Would Their Names Be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't know, will decide that with my husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How Many?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where Do You Want To Live?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suburbs somewhere  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where Do You Want To Get Married?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;outdoors somewhere beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How Do You Want To Die?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to die from old age when i'm like 90-something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More Stuff About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one in each ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tattoos?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nope, want one  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smoke?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;definitely not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drink?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do Drugs?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skinny Dip?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haven't yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greatest Fear?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spiders, ET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vanilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go To Church?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Religion?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scars?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my knees  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CDs Owned?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a whole bunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Collections?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stamps from when i was in elementary school and keychains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like To Be Naked?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever Eaten Sushi?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes! yum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An Entire Case Of Oreos?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not by myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been On Stage?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes...i have horrible stage fright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danced In The Rain?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yup, it feels exhilirating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kissed Someone Of The Same Sex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weirdest Dream?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its too long to say here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best Dream?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saddest Dream?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dream You Most Wish Would Come True?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i made everyone really proud of some accomplishment i did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think You're Attractive?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shoplifted?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been Caught "Doing Something"?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhhh..nope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weirdest Makeout Place?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like Thunderstorms?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Shoes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my running shoes and sandals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Quote?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didn't i answer this question already? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best Advice Given?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do the best that you can  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worst Advice Given?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't try you'll just fail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Song Lyric?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come what may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Quote Says Most About Your Life?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if it seems to good to be true, it probably is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glad This Is Over?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S9468/Everything_Anyone_Ever_Wanted_To_Know_About_You.html" title="Everything Anyone Ever Wanted To Know About You"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" 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href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/05/procrastination-to-max.html' title='Procrastination to the Max'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114894720625691263</id><published>2006-05-29T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:02:19.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's my Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been 8 months now and I still can't believe how incredibly lucky I am to have found someone like Kyle. It's weird how I went from never truly dating to serious relationship...but it seemed so easy with him. Him and his cheeks *pinch pinch* and his hockey skills of course (yowza!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met during Frosh week (I remember in vivid detail) on Faculty day and I was running late and ended up in the most boring Element group ever...Tantalum. I must praise the fact now that I was late because if it wasn't for my awesome ability to not wake up to blaring alarm clocks, I would have never met Kyle. We got to talking during the body painting where we painted the same stuff (teehee!) and did each others tattoos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During lunch that day, he told me he was native and I was totally floored. Wow! A Native guy! The only other native guy I've ever met was a story teller when I was in elementary school. This just sparked more conversations and we went out to explore Hamilton the next day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bus ride to an unknown destination, he asked me if I wanted to go see a movie some time...I thought: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Did a cute guy just ask me out for a date?! How can this be possible? I'm not even good looking or cute or anything!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since then, things have been sweet. I love him and he loves me ^_^. I never thought I would find someone so great in first year since I lived off campus, but I guess it turned out for the better! (The bestest better there is!) I'm totally amazed at his insights into the world and how he is so patient with me. I know I can be all "grrrr!!!" and "shuuutttuppp!!" sometimes but he's still around for some reason.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so nice to find someone who really cares about you...it gives me a little tingle inside just thinking about it heehee...He really is my hero (lol!).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as an added bonus, he's not afraid of spiders! (What a complete package!!) Teeheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSC00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSC00403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/kyle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note: this post is NOT just to accept tiff's challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114894720625691263?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114894720625691263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114894720625691263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114894720625691263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114894720625691263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-my-hero.html' title='He&apos;s my Hero'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114891839028684742</id><published>2006-05-29T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:59:53.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Banquet photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, here are some pictures from the music banquet. I don't have any from the Milton regatta though (any of me in them anyways :P ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's Justin and Eric performing another amazing song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1747.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiffany looking like a lobster....or some messed up ant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1745.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; picture of Tiff and Me (I?). Is it really apparent that I'm covering my cut on my right knee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1761.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awww...do we really make Adam that miserable/nervous? (Note the big hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1776.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guy that looks like Khashayar. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; accidental, I was trying to take a picture of Tiffany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114891839028684742?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114891839028684742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114891839028684742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114891839028684742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114891839028684742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-banquet-photos.html' title='Music Banquet photos'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114887034084072653</id><published>2006-05-28T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:39:00.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had been so busy since I got to Toronto last Wednesday. So...let's start things off with talking about what happened Thursday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I met up with Tiff and Steph for lunch at Jack Astor's, and then we went to visit Woburn (where we met Neena!). It was great to see all the teachers again, especially since the last time was reading week...they still all look the same. When I got to Woburn, I got a call on my cell phone from M&amp;M Meat Shops. The woman said they had a opening for me at a shop near my house which is quite exciting. Now I don't have to mooch entirely off my parents over the summer time, I have my own money to spend! Plus this job can possibly open up a lot of retail jobs since I have to do everything from selling food to cooking food for sampling. Plus, half the store is a gigantic freezer so it's alright if it's 35 degrees outside, I'll be chillin' indoors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    After the Woburn visit (where Mrs. Houghton guilted me into going to Music Banquet), we all went to STC to go shopping for the banquet. I realized after we went shopping that I left my dress AND my shoes in Hamilton so I decided to go to Fairview mall the nextday to buy something nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Bright and early in the morning I had to go to M&amp;Ms to sign some papers (including tax forms which are oh so confusing). I also got my M&amp;amp;M sweater...and that made me feel special for some reason. After that, I followed through with my plan and went to Fairview and bought myself a nice beach dress (that I will probably wear often) and a $10 pair of black pants for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff came and picked me up from my house after that and we both head over to Michelle's to pamper before the banquet. I loved Michelle's straightening/flattening iron. It had these ions I think that made your hair extra straight and I finally found out how long my hair actually is. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The banquet itself was pretty nice, I have some pictures, if you want to see them I can post them up later. There were a lot of people and I ended up having a pretty good time. It definitely felt a little weird sitting at the "adult" table with the teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I left a little early because I had a regatta to go to the next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    The Milton Regatta! My mom drove me at 6:30 in the morning to Milton, a city that is halfway between Toronto and Waterloo. I was dead tired, but the good weather heightened my spirits. I bonded more with the team and I enjoyed the races. It was pretty interesting racing because we haven't learnt starts yet, power series or finishes so it was just kindof a uphill battle. Plus the boat that I was on (there are two Mac boats) we only had 13 people paddling and it was hard! We went pretty slowly but in the last and most important race, we ended up beating a full boat which felt amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the racing finished, we went to Jon's place in Mississauga for a barbecue. His house is like a frikkin mansion. When you walk in, there's a knight there...a KNIGHT! Fancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His backyard was beautiful and we had a great time laughing and eating craploads of meat. Later that night, the bugs came in swarms and we all sat inside watching the hockey game and trying to find Jon's cute little kitten. The kitten was eventually found behind the couch we were all sitting on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was the first time I had beer other than Bud, and they didn't taste that bad until you chug them, then it just tastes like ass. Yuck. I left the party a little early too so I could get some rest for the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    We had practice bright and early in the morning at Sunnyside and people were feeling sore and tired from the day before. I had a pounding headache that wouldn't go away, but once we started paddling it slowly faded. My muscles ached from the very beginning and after did starts, I felt like my arm was going to fall off. We focused on power after we practiced the starts and I thought I was going to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    What happened was we paddled at 90% for 30 seconds, then we had a break for 30 seconds. Then we go for an extra 20 seconds, so for 50 seconds we paddled at 90% and then we had a break for 30 seconds. It went like this until we went to 2 minutes and 30 seconds, so you can imagine how hard it was. For the 2:30 one, we actually raced the other boat that had more people on it, and we beat them! It felt awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Now I'm back in Hamilton and I'm trying to START studying for the bio test that is coming up on Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In conclusion, I had a busy couple of days. I found a flexible job over the summer time, and I hope people visit me when I'm working! The M&amp;M Meat Shop that I'm working at is the one at Steeles and 404. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had an excellent weekend, and I can't wait till next weekend when we have our Pickering regatta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114887034084072653?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114887034084072653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114887034084072653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114887034084072653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114887034084072653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/05/flash-from-past.html' title='Flash from the Past'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114834781580786204</id><published>2006-05-22T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:30:15.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2-4 Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In short, the long weekend was excellent. Kyle came and I took him to places he's never been to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In more detail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I met up with Stella at her new house on Thursday and explored her very modern and expensive looking kitchen. We made our own pasta in the sense of boiling pasta and mixing it with already made Pesto sauce and fried spam. Tasted great! But we made a whole lot. Afterwards, we took the bus downtown and Stella and I waited at the bus station for Kyle to come. We waited....and waited...and we still didn't see him on the bus! Soon after, Stella had to leave for her meeting and I waited alone...and waited...and waited. 50 minutes later I get a call on my cell and I find out Kyle got off one of the buses and went over to the main terminal already. How did I miss seeing him getting off the buses? I will never know. We went to the Eatons Centre and met up with Webnesh. We walked around, had food and Web and I caught up on our oh-so-exciting lives.  Later on, my mom picked Kyle and I up (we said bye to Web!) and went home and had a very traditional Chinese dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On friday, I took him to the Science Centre since he's never been to it. OSC was alright except there weren't any new exhibits so it wasn't as exciting for me. Plus there were a lot of school groups so therefore a lot of screaming annoying kids running around and hogging all the cool things to do. After OSC, we went to go find a TD bank and I got yelled at for my horrible parking by a crazy lady, "you're going to get a ticket because you parked right on the line!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Saturday: Pacific Mall. That's right...I took a native guy to Pac Mall. I haven't been there myself in a long time, and a lot of shops have changed from selling jewelry to selling illegal dvds. I think we passed by at least 5 stores selling still-in-theatres movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday was the day my parents have been preparing for...the Davinci Code Day. The family + Kyle went to go meet up with Alex (Abby's bf) at Eglinton Town Centre (or the other one? The one with the huge Cineplex) in the Casey's by the theatre and had a pretty huge meal. We watched the movie shortly after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE MOVIE BLEW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure no one is suprised by that comment. The book had so much potential in the movie but it was so boring. I don't think it's because we've all read the book either. I read "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe" and I still loved the movie to bits. I think (and we all agreed) that the casting was probably the weakest link in the series of weak links. Audrey Tautou and Tom Hanks had no spark whatsoever and the semi-relationship that they gave off was more like father-daughter than man-woman. This movie also reminds me of my dislike for Tom Hanks. Other than Forrest Gump, I haven't liked any of his movies. And he said "libary" in the movie! It's "libRary"! It made him seem incompetent. Plus he was fat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had to move the grill into the solarium because it was way too windy outside to do anything. My dad didn't open the screen doors wide enough so the smoke went into the house. The chicken wings also caught on fire and I freaked out because Kyle took out the rack and held the flaming chicken wings (that were dripping flaming oil) over the carpet. The good news: no one got burnt; the bad news: the chicken wings did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday: Everyone left Toronto. I did, Abby did and Kyle did. I'll be back in Toronto on Wednesday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114834781580786204?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114834781580786204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114834781580786204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114834781580786204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114834781580786204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-2-4-weekend.html' title='May 2-4 Weekend'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114714780767239142</id><published>2006-05-09T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:10:07.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dragonboat practice last Saturday was great, and so was Wonderland right afterwards. Neither Kyle or I brought a camera so I don't have any pictures to show you. It was pretty cold when we went to practice for db, bright and early at 9 in the morning. It's unfair how the day I actually go outside is the day that the weather decides to be a jerk and be 5 degrees lower than the day before and after it. The temp didn't make Wonderland that much fun either, but I went on a lot of rides. The tickets are also good for one more trip to Wonderland before June 30th, so I'll probably go again with Kyle. I went on the Bat, I was so proud of myself. It was pretty scary going down so fast and then going backwards again, but the ride itself was pretty short and it was quite a rush.&lt;br /&gt;On some other news, Kyle isn't taking a summer course anymore and he went back to Wiky. He wasn't going to get funding for it so I told him that it wasn't worth taking it. Now that he's not here, I decided to spend more time in Toronto than in Hamilton and be with family instead. I'll only be in Hamilton Monday to Wednesday (unless there's something coming up) so I can meet up with anybody who wants to have lunch or something eh? *nudge nudge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114714780767239142?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114714780767239142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114714780767239142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114714780767239142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114714780767239142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114676560999171760</id><published>2006-05-04T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:00:10.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Home Just Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm currently taking summer school right now, not too much fun but at least the majority of the people in the house are doing the same so I'm feeling less miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Still the same sort of things happening around the house, except certain people have been getting on my back a lot more (which is really bugging me!). I made the cuts and am now officially part of the McMaster Dragonboat Team! Yay!! Our first practice is this Saturday and this one guy on the team scored some sweet $21 Wonderland tickets (you get to go twice!) and a bunch of us are going there after practice. It seems like bad weather is coming but hopefully it will go away by Saturday (cross your fingers everybody!). The practices are held in the same place as the Woburn team, but now that I've rowed in Hamilton waters, Toronto water seems like the cleanest water ever!&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that Hamilton water isn't exactly the right colour of water. It goes from brown to orange to green...all the colours of the steel factory rainbow you could say.&lt;br /&gt;Umm...Kyle's staying in the same house as me for the summer too, he's taking the same course as me. We're both trying to upgrade our marks in first term Bio to have a better chance at getting into our programs next year.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I haven't updated in so long, I actually almost forgot my password!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114676560999171760?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114676560999171760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114676560999171760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114676560999171760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114676560999171760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-home-just-yet.html' title='Not Home Just Yet'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114542746249656036</id><published>2006-04-19T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T02:17:42.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Sauce and your Eye do not Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Reason for my title:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ordered a "Satay Beef Noodle Soup" today at a Viet place&lt;br /&gt;2. Noodle smothered in hot sauce oil and red pepper bits (you know the asian stuff?) flicks into my right eye&lt;br /&gt;3. Horrible pain for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I went up with Kyle again to visit his family for his birthday (April 16th). Happy birthday Kyle! Turning the big 2-0. Same kind of stuff as last time except there was more food because I was there longer. I got a recipe to make scone (just craploads of flour, water and baking powder) and it tasted pretty good. The bread was really heavy though...like, it was hard to hold up the piece of bread in your hand heavy (well, I'm exaggerating just a bit but you get the picture).&lt;br /&gt;It was also Kyle's godson, Carson's birthday in the same weekend so there was this huge birthday party. Lots of family members, and lots of presents. Everything was held at Kyle's grandmother's place and there's this huge field behind her house and Kyle's house so Kyle and I were able to shoot some golf balls into the distance and also drive an atv (I drove too! I kept veering off and heading straight for trees).&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Kyle showing off the forest behind his house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSC00391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSC00391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;                                        Carson turning 2! The balloon was knotted onto his zipper, it was very funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1713.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday picture! There's the colourful cake, and the yummy cheesecake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114542746249656036?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114542746249656036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114542746249656036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114542746249656036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114542746249656036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/04/hot-sauce-and-your-eye-do-not-mix.html' title='Hot Sauce and your Eye do not Mix'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114438181757020941</id><published>2006-04-06T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:50:17.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's April!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I love spring time, warm weather, nice breezes...ugly gross fruit fly that's flying right in front of my face!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term's almost over! I can't believe we have already gone through a year in university! Next year, we're going to look at all those tiny little first years and poke fun at them for being so small and innocent, not realizing that we were in that exact position a year ago. I wonder what they're going to do for frosh week next year, it's probably going to be better than ours. We had Sam Roberts and K-Os...oooooo!!! Fancy!!!&lt;br /&gt;I might have to take summer courses to raise my physics mark up just a smidge (hopefully more than a smidge, but i can't ask for too much) and also to take another calculus course so I can apply for this biology&amp;amp;mathematics program. My calc is so rusty, I think I might actually have to read the textbook instead of skimming it and hoping for the best. But if i take the calc course, I have to stay TWO months in Hamilton for the summer, and I don't know if I want to do that...plus if I do, then I can't have this *cough* unscheduled big summer party at my house when my parents are gone...&lt;br /&gt;What should I do you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114438181757020941?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114438181757020941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114438181757020941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114438181757020941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114438181757020941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-april.html' title='It&apos;s April!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114344599744574200</id><published>2006-03-27T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T02:53:17.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Odd looks, stares, whispers in the background. Just some of the things that I experienced when I went up with Kyle to his home this weekend. We experience it all the time in Toronto; these weird glances and unacceptance to people before actually knowing them, but some how, it just hurt more when I was up there. Kyle's family was really nice to me and they want me to come up again. It seems as though they would rather hate change than to embrace it; to actually talk to me and see me for who I really am instead of just what my skin colour is. There was also a lot of smoking and drinking. Probably about 90% of the garbage you see on the ground are beer bottles and cigarrette butts. I can see now how Kyle got that bad habit, although I'm trying to make him stop. The age gap between different generations is also much smaller than I thought; Kyle's grandmother is just a couple of years older than my parents, and his parents were shocked when I told them how old my grandparents were (more like they were shocked that they were still alive).&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, the small trip was really nice. The air smelt clean and the scenery was beautiful; at night time, you could still see the stars even though the sky was cloudy. We arrived in Sudbury at 5:45 in the morning and Kyle took his aunt's van and drove him and I to his house. I finally saw a live hockey game (and Kyle was in it yay!) and it was so thrilling! Kyle was a little rusty (falling-for-no-reason rusty) but by the second game he was doing a lot better. Plus he didn't look that bad all geared up =P. Oh! And there was a hockey fight too in there, which was also very thrilling but I tried to hide it since I didn't want his mom to think I was some sadistic freak. There was a birthday party for his dad that night and I met less than half of the family (aunts, cousins, uncles, etc.) and the family filled up an entire house! Afterwards, I had my first bottle of beer, it tasted horrible but I kindof got used to it. We then went to another party where lots of Kyle's highschool friends were (he was in the popular crowd in high school...and I'm still shocked that he liked me enough to date me) and I was kindof left alone after a while. They didn't really make any small talk with me and I was already passed my "social stage" in my drunkeness; in other words, if they didn't come up to talk to me, I didn't bother talking to them. Kyle stopped trying to introduce me to people and left me for a bit to hang out with them and have a cigarette and I was kindof left alone by mylself. Eventually I ended up sleeping on the couch in the room and when I woke up, the lights were turned off and no one was there. I thought everyone had left me and I was about to go leave the house when Kyle's brother found me. He told me that the street that the house was on was really dangerous because some people would come out of the trees on the sides of the street and jump you.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 7 the next morning (Kyle went out again after we left the party to go to another party with his aunts) and we were both so exhausted; Kyle especially. He was still drunk from the night before and you could just smell the alcohol radiating from him (which was kindof funny).&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back in Hamilton....yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114344599744574200?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114344599744574200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114344599744574200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114344599744574200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114344599744574200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/03/skin-deep.html' title='Skin Deep'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114282136905900052</id><published>2006-03-19T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:22:49.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out...side?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;For the past couple of weeks, outside has been only a fantasy. Other than the occasional walking to class and going to Kyle's res, I have been stuck in my room studying for horrible tests like physics and biology. Mind you, I don't find biology that horrible except I didn't have TIME to study for it due to physics (which IS horrible!).&lt;br /&gt;I went to go see a musical yesterday that was created by the McMaster Engineers. Why did I, a science student, decide to go? Because Kyle's roommate was in it, and it's kindof hard to say no to your roommate. The musical was alright, except for a few out of tune notes and blaring voices. There was this one guy who sat on the second floor of the theatre who shouted something stupid or pointless everytime there was a blackout. A little bit after the intermission, I saw two guys carrying someone out of the theatre and I thought that that was rather peculiar. Right after I saw them though, the annoying voices stopped so I'm going to assume that the loud obnoxious guy puked and passed out. A couple of minutes later a couple of guys went up there with giant rolls of paper towel and buckets....I wonder what they're trying to clean up. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I have one more test, two more presentations, and two more labs to get through and then I'll be home free...to study for exams. I'm still stressing about getting a summer job also...does anyone want to hook me up with any? *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114282136905900052?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114282136905900052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114282136905900052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114282136905900052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114282136905900052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/03/outside.html' title='Out...side?'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114170998793622207</id><published>2006-03-07T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:39:47.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alright, so it's been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; since I posted, but really, there hasn't been much up. Reading week was awesome, I played badminton, met a lot of woburnites and uh....went shopping =P. Came back, loads of work to do and now I got a whole lot of work piled up that I need to start on. I'm disappointed that I won't be able to go back to Woburn to watch the English plays (because I'm sure they will be AWESOME!).&lt;br /&gt;I went to the "big" hamilton mall on the weekend, Limeridge Mall, to return some stuff that I bought, but it took me until we got to Limeridge to realize that I didn't have the stuff on me...so I have to go back next weekend (darn!). I saw Final Destination 3 on that day too, it was....alright, it was pretty gruesome but when you see the first death, you just want more..more!!! The ways the people died were pretty creative but some of the things that lead up to a death are just impossible. How can a heavy cannon ball fall off of a stable pyramid of cannonballs and roll like 50 feet on bumpy grass to have enough force to knock over a 10 inch piece of wood that's stabilized by a (at least) 5 ton cart full of heavy fireworks? But I did enjoy watching those barbie dolls fry in that tanning salon (even though I heard it's not possible to get fried in a tanning salon).&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoozles, ONWARD TO CHEMISTRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114170998793622207?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114170998793622207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114170998793622207&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114170998793622207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114170998793622207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/03/posting-finally.html' title='Posting Finally!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-114059336544248292</id><published>2006-02-22T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:29:25.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes! It's here and I'm enjoying it immensely. It's so nice to go to bed and not have to worry about what time to wake up in the morning...well, except for maybe today (technically yesterday). I got my mom to drop me off at Stella's res at Vic College so we could do some shopping at Eaton's centre. It was pretty sweet, we got a lot of loot. We also had breakfast at McDs which wasn't the most healthy breakfast BUT I did finally get to see the insides of a McGriddle and I only have this to say: DON'T EAT MCGRIDDLES IF YOU LOVE YOUR LIFE. Gross...got some good pictures though *shakes fist at stella*&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we met up with Stephanie at Woburn C.I and visited some teachers. They all look the same and most of them were happy to see us *cough* A. Chan *cough*. I was definitely excited when I was walking towards all the classroom doors. Woburn definitely has a "presence" and it was nostalgic to "feel" it again. After class was dismissed, we crashed the badminton practice and I wish I stayed when the team started to play games but we were running late to meet Carol and Neena for dinner! We had to meet them in downtown in half an hour! (Totally impossible by the way). But back to badminton, it was nice to hold a racquet again and play with friends. MacBaddy Club sucks ass compared to playing in a team.  It was also nice to see Mrs. Billinghurst and Enright again. Probably the nicest (and smallest) coaches I will probably ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;Now on to this downtown business. When Stella and I left Woburn, we still haven't eaten lunch yet, and when we got to the restaurant - a very fancy moroccan restaurant - the portions were really REALLY tiny. It was definitely not worth the money, even though it was really delicious. I spent $30 for dinner and I was still starving. We walked over to Union Station and I bought a large frieds from McDs. I just realized that I started and ended my day with McDonald's....that's really disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;I only have two more days left in Toronto and I'm going back to Hamilton friday morning! And I'm not doing anything tomorrow either...I'm just staying at home..by myself... *sniff sniff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-114059336544248292?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/114059336544248292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=114059336544248292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114059336544248292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/114059336544248292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/02/reading-week.html' title='Reading Week!!!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113996473962896931</id><published>2006-02-14T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:52:19.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So another week (and a bit) has passed. Thank goodness. I found out that I actually DID pass my chemistry test (woo!) with a miserable 58% percent. How horrible is that?! Ah well, without those part marks I would have failed so...yay partmarks! My bio test was alright, and I think that will be my one good test that I'll take during these midterms. I got my stats test in about 45 minutes..it shouldn't be too hard.&lt;br /&gt;On another note...it's valentine's day! Anything special happen to anybody? I remember back in the day of elementary school where we all make/buy valentine's and hand them to everybodyat. I miss making the little heart mailbox and all the valentines.&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice balloon and a book today from Kyle (thank you =) ).&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home this saturday morning (sorry stell!) and I'm leaving again the friday morning before school starts because my parents decided to go to mexico and therefore drive me back to hamilton 3 days early. My sis said she might come and visit me for those three days, so it's not all bad..teehee!&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of dying my hair again, not sure what colour though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113996473962896931?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113996473962896931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113996473962896931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113996473962896931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113996473962896931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113910986820688194</id><published>2006-02-04T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:24:28.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaughtered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;By a test that is. Chem test to be totally exact. I didn't really have time to study at all because I had the test was on friday and my physics test was the day before that. So before my physics test, all I studied WAS physics (which I don't think I did too well on either). So technically, I didn't really start studying Chemistry until 2 am of that night. This was also due to the fact that I had to finish a psych report and send it to one of my group mates, and also there was a chemistry report writeup that I hadto do which had like a crapload of calculations. PLUS I had to finish writing up my biology notebook and read up on my physics lab I had the next day (same day as my chemistry lab!)  So yes, so far no one has passed this chemistry test. Go Bellcurve! RIP brain.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be much easier and then the week after that it's hell again. That week, I got two tests (stats and psych) and a couple of assignments that I don't remember due. Not too shabby eh?&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note, I'm noticed how university is actually bad for your health. Not getting enough sleep, drinking loads and loads of coffee and caffeine-related drinks, running to class in your pajamas in -10 degrees weather, and for res people, living in close vicinities to people who are sick. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113910986820688194?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113910986820688194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113910986820688194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113910986820688194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113910986820688194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/02/slaughtered.html' title='Slaughtered'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113850346846271085</id><published>2006-01-28T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:57:48.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of a Deadman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;They came to Mac on Friday and played at Quarters. There was some opening band that had nothing new to give so we left, chilled some more, and then went back in after about an hour. The lead singer is actually skinnier than I thought. I guess it is true what they say about the tv adding 10 lbs., and I do have to add that his facial hair looks a lot better than that muttonchop thing he had going on at the beginning (even though it's a soul patch).&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Chinese New Year! Year of the Dog! Time for family fun, food and red pockets. Wish everyone luck on the rake-in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113850346846271085?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113850346846271085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113850346846271085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113850346846271085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113850346846271085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/01/theory-of-deadman.html' title='Theory of a Deadman'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113783062538223274</id><published>2006-01-21T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T03:03:45.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangovers suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alright, I learnt my lesson (the second time around). Mixing is bad! Went to Sanjee's res for his little birthday bash and we had a pretty good time. Did like 5 shots of vodka supposedly, and then a group of us went out for a "session". Glad that I wasn't the only girl there which was awesome. I don't remember much except that I had alot of trouble going over this step/ditch when we were coming back. It was cool how your feet are going faster than your body, and there are all these sparkly lights everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning, was a little late for my bio lab but it was alright in the end. Got put into an ok group and we have to do this "problem-based learning" project. I think I was still feeling it that morning because I couldn't focus or anything, and I didn't feel too bad in my head. After my labs, I started to feel it; the pressure in my brain, the blurred vision, the "look-like-crap" look. Much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you guys, I'm still up to par on most of my work. Just a little behind on bio and chem and thats about it! I'm surprised that I'm still on top of my work right now. *knock on wood*&lt;br /&gt;I'm STILL feeling this headache! It went away for a bit and now it came back, probably because I got a little anxiety fit and it got it going again.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, went and saw Underworld: Evolution today. It was amazing! Plot was ok, doesn't look like there's going to be a third movie unless the writers really pull something out of their asses, and there was definitely a lot of gore and blood. LOTS OF IT! IT WAS GREAT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you woburnites during reading week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113783062538223274?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113783062538223274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113783062538223274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113783062538223274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113783062538223274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/01/hangovers-suck.html' title='Hangovers suck.'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113723294097425443</id><published>2006-01-14T05:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T05:02:20.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mine is February 20-25th. When are yours?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Movies?&lt;br /&gt;Parties?&lt;br /&gt;Day trips?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep deprived...bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113723294097425443?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113723294097425443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113723294097425443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113723294097425443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113723294097425443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/01/reading-week.html' title='Reading Week'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113693701924761350</id><published>2006-01-10T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:50:19.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New term!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My new year's resolution was to stay on top of work, and going into my second week, I still am! Sortof.... Got lots of reading to do but I'm up for it. I think I'm due for a little post since my last one was from 2005! So this makes this the first post of 2006! Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My classes have been pretty interesting, including my biology prof at the moment, who looks a lot like Mr. Grigg but with really long hair and bear. He even talks about nonsensical things that have nothing to do with the course too! Crazy, I even though it WAS Mr. Grigg but in disguise. My chemistry prof's alright too, I went to his first lecture and then I went to Kyle's prof too. They're both pretty interesting, and I think McCarry is the only one who doesn't have a thick accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had our first official dragonboat meeting of the new term yesterday and I have to say, I'm really excited. The uniforms are a lot nicer than at Woburn's, plus we do a lot more social things, like there's a kegger happening soon (even though I can't go because I'm NOT 19), and also car washes and whatnot. The coaches and captains showed us a little clipshow of their past years and their rankings. Last year, they won first in C division (Woburn beat them yes! but we didn't get a trophy) but got beaten by all of those UT teams. How many do they have?! Like a billion?! Anyways, it's going to be fun, and who knows, maybe we'll bump into the Woburn team again (and possibly kick more ass this year!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113693701924761350?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113693701924761350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113693701924761350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113693701924761350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113693701924761350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-term.html' title='New term!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113607971781804189</id><published>2005-12-31T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:41:57.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bashing Americans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just got back around 2 hours ago after travelling on a Florida-bound road trip for more than 5000 km and visiting many different attractions along the way. I got a whole lot of pictures and souvenirs from all the different places and maybe I'll post up some pictures later on. On to my post topic: Americans. Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Portions are too huge! They eat and eat and eat these gigantic portions of fatty foods and they don't exercise! They just drive everywhere! The only people I ever see walking are tourists and the heavily obese people are in electric wheelchairs because their tiny little legs can't support the metric tonne of their weight. The 1 in 3 Americans being obese is definitely true; especially for the kids, they're just little heart attacks waiting to happen. I find that the fast food that they eat is much more fatty than in the fast food restaurants here. The KFC chicken...REALLY greasy and the chicken was mostly half fat, pretty disgusting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanitation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my dad, almost none of the workers wash their hands after going to the washroom before going back to work in restaurants. That's gross. It just seems like the people don't really have good hygeinic methods whatsoever. The women I find are a little bit better but a lot of them still leave the washroom without washing their hands. A lot of them are just too lazy or are in a hurry. Washing your hands takes half a minute, how much of a hurry can they be in?&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, there is so much garbage in the states. In all of the theme parks and tourist places that we went to, almost none of them had recycling bins. It's all garbage! All of the newspapers and the plastic bottles all in the garbage. Toronto has it's share of horrible garbage but at least almost every home has a recycling bin and there are recycling bins in public areas also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the Americans have no manners whatsoever. They shove you, push you, hit you on the head with something. They just turn around and glare at you, like you were supposed to perceive them coming from behind you and so you should have moved for them. And for driving, they never signal and they tailgate on speeding highways. You know it's bad when they actually have plaques telling you how many people died on the highways every year. It's almost 1000 people per year! Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, my trip was a LOT of fun! Saw the Coca-cola museum again, and tasted 40 different coke products from all around the world. Wonderful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Other places I went to:&lt;br /&gt;Rock and Roll Hall of Fame: Cleveland, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;First KFC ever : Corbin, Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;Islands of Adventure/Universal Studios/Disney's Animal Kingdon: Orlando, Florida&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy Space Station: 45 minutes from Orlando, Florida&lt;br /&gt;Georgia Aquarium/ The World of Coca-Cola Museum: Atlanta, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Stone Mountain (supposedly the southern Mount Rushmore, kinda disappointing cuz it was really dinky): Stone Mountain, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113607971781804189?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113607971781804189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113607971781804189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113607971781804189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113607971781804189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/12/bashing-americans.html' title='Bashing Americans'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113524282570397640</id><published>2005-12-22T04:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T04:13:45.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gym = heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally went to the gym on Tuesday and it felt amazing. It was really exhilirating to find yourself working out again after about a month of not going. The Pulse is actually a pretty nice place, and the new extension to it is going to give the Pulse a indoor track and having the equipment in the middle of it. Since it's the holidays, there weren't too many people at the gym so it got me to try out a lot of machines that I was too intimidated to try because of all those big, buff guys that are always using them. I love my weight-training gloves, they are working soooo well, and I was all matching too...because the gloves were silver/blue, my shorts were white/blue, my shirt was white/blue and even my headphones were white/blue. What a coinky-dink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm currently procrastinating from packing up for my trip and to go home. I think it's about time because I'm starting to forget all those rules that my parents have set for me. You know, the sleep-at-11pm/no-going-out-on-weekdays rule and it'll be nice to remember those so I'll feel more guilty when I do them and possibly help me get me back on track responsibility-wise. No more stealing For Sale signs for me that's for sure (by the way, the house across the street finally put a new sign up). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113524282570397640?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113524282570397640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113524282570397640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113524282570397640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113524282570397640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/12/gym-heaven.html' title='gym = heaven'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113504629082468265</id><published>2005-12-19T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:43:16.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Styrofoam Cups...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 Stressed/Bored Girls + 2 Styrofoam Cups = Being silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISCLAIMER: WE WEREN'T DRUNK (Kat/Mo: if you said something about not posting these, I forgot...sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why does Morgan always look drunk in these pictures?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1344.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Katrina with lop-sided boobies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1341.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha...it's like someone sliced off my chest. (Notice how Kyle's in the background trying to study for his exam =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One cup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two cup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1334.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Crotch-tastic! (Look! It's an orb near our pants! We have a ghost in the house! oooOOOooo!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1343.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1343.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This all started when Katrina and Morgan were throwing these styrofoam cups at Jon. Then when I came outside and mentioned that these styrofoam cups (if painted brown) could be used for an Hawaiian costume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a totally different topic, check out this weird page I found: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.armchair.mb.ca/%7Escissors/"&gt;http://www.armchair.mb.ca/~scissors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this site when I googled "crotch". I forgot how to spell it for a minute so I had to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113504629082468265?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113504629082468265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113504629082468265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113504629082468265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113504629082468265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-styrofoam-cups.html' title='Two Styrofoam Cups...'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113504367723272399</id><published>2005-12-19T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:54:37.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. I now have my very own shotglass that says: I tried to sniff coke once but the ice cubes got stuck in my nose.&lt;br /&gt;2. Found a crack in my window so the press 'n seal I got from Frosh Week is finally coming in handy.&lt;br /&gt;3. One more exam tomorrow and I'm home free for a week and a half!&lt;br /&gt;4. My room is absolutely disgusting. So disgusting that I won't put my barefeet on it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Going off to Florida on the 23rd, back on the 31st; will be visiting places along the way since it's a roadtrip.&lt;br /&gt;6. Must plan something for New Years! Anybody got any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113504367723272399?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113504367723272399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113504367723272399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113504367723272399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113504367723272399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113481242075895165</id><published>2005-12-17T04:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T04:40:21.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The end is near. I can just taste the sweetness of educational freedom. By the end of today "technically" I will have finished all but one exam; and that exam is Calculus so I'm not too worried about it (knock on wood). Sidenote: is it true that if there's no wood around, you can just knock your head? I heard that somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoozles, the biology exam that was on the 12th kindof sucked because I didn't get too much sleep and was dozing off a little during the exam. It was interesting though that that exam was held in the gym. Of course with my luck, out of the hundreds of fold-out desks they had, I had to pick the annoyingly wobbly one. You know it's bad when you have to get a perfect on an impossible exam just to get an 80. I really have to step my biology up next year.&lt;br /&gt;My chem exam was alright though. I had that exam in this building that reminded me of army residence places. It was like a cylinder on it's side and cut in half kindof thing if you can picture that. It's just one huge room and the desks they had there were really sweet. They had a big area to write on PLUS those fold-out side desks that universities have in big lecture halls. You know the ones that you can't even put a notebook on because it's so miniscule?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really freaking out about algebra, which is why I'm taking a break and updating my blog. I was watching X-men on my laptop when I suddenly realized that it's been more than a week since my last update. It's not because time has been flying by so fast that I didn't have time to blog, time's seems to be going a lot slower this week (making exams so ever that much more excruciating), but the fact that nothing has really happened in this house. Yea, my life is boring what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;It's just Jon and I in the house now...very quiet most of the time except for when Jon yells at me to wash the damn cups (which I proudly did today). I haven't really left my house except for exams or to meet up with Kyle for something (which didn't really happen this week I don't think because he was over here for most of the time). He was telling me some really interesting (and somewhat creepy) native superstitions and I got really into it at some points. I guess it's because he's native and native people tell really good stories. I still remember the native guy from my elementary school who told us a couple of stories that I remember to be very enthralled with. This got me thinking, are there any chinese superstitions out there? I know there has to be hundreds or even thousands, but I haven't really pinpointed one. If anyone has any, feel free to share with me because I want to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113481242075895165?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113481242075895165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113481242075895165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113481242075895165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113481242075895165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/12/breaking-point.html' title='Breaking Point'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113405272730731345</id><published>2005-12-08T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:50:47.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I hope you notice at the bottom of this post that I am currently writing this at 9:30 in the morning. Surprised? So am I! Why is it that when there are no more classes to go to anymore, I suddenly wake up at the appropriate times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; class (I actually woke up at 8...even more surprised? so am I!). I'm kindof taking a break from studying biology (even though I haven't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt; started yet) to just blab about my oh-so-exciting life.&lt;br /&gt;So first thing's first, here is my exam schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Dec 12: Biology&lt;br /&gt;Dec 15: Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Dec 17: Psychology AND Algebra **Note that this is ALSO a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Dec 20: Calculus&lt;br /&gt;Dec 23: Family roadtrip down to Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok, ok, I know that last date isn't part of my exam schedule but yes, I can't bottle the excitement of going down to Florida; this time with Abby in tow. It's going to take us two days to get down to the sunshine state (or America's wang), and we're going to be making a lot of stops along the way too (and back *cough* Coke Museum *cough*). My parents bought my sis and I passes to Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure so I think it's going to be a blast. I don't know why my parents didn't buy passes for themselves, I guess the rides are too extreme for them or something. My dad used to be all up for it, but after this one spider-ride thing at the Ex he was never the same; and my mom..well, let's just say she went on Space Mountain the last time and never wants to do it again. The best part though is that the entire family is going to alternate driving down there, so yes even I get to drive! Woo, watch out highway patrol! Until my exams are over though, I shouldn't really be thinking about the trip so I can concentrate all my mindpower onto those blased aforementioned exams.&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty quiet around here for the past couple of days too. I've actually been studying (and watching tv still!) and I just have to keep with my schedule for when to study what. Kyle went home on Tuesday too so I haven't really had any reason to leave the house. I am going to try to finish my Christmas shopping today though and just get the whole damn thing over with!&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, anyone watch &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model5/"&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/a&gt; last night? It was the season finale if you guys missed it! I'm happy that &lt;a href="http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model5/models/nicole.shtml"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; won just because she was consistent throughout the entire show (plus she was really pretty). But seriously, throughout the entire show, I wanted either Ashley (cut the first round), Kyle (sometime in the middle) or Jayla to win it.  If you guys go to the ANTM link, look at all those cycle 5 girls. I mean, look at Lisa..she's hideous! Anyone trying out for Canada's s Next Top Model? &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of modelling, Victoria's Secret Fashion Show was on Tuesday night. Only the girls were in the house at that time, and everytime we got depressed from watching all those gorgeous women with their long legs strut down the catwalk, we switched to Extreme Makeover...made us feel a little bit better. But yea, the Fashion Show was hot! And it was Tyra's last catwalk ever! Ah well, she's like a gazillionaire by now with ANTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone thinking of having a New Years Party? Because I couldn't afford the Breakaway tours thing and I don't want to be stuck at home! K bye!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113405272730731345?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113405272730731345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113405272730731345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113405272730731345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113405272730731345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-timing.html' title='Great Timing'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113366341590181163</id><published>2005-12-03T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:30:15.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are Imminent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Slowly freaking out about exams. The more I think about it, the worse I feel. I kind of just wish second term would start already, just so it'll be another couple of months before I have to think about final exams again. It's weird having two terms and everything since I didn't go to a semestered high school, so it makes it feel like this is the end of the school year already (end of 2005 though). The chance that I will make it out of first year alived and unscathed is pretty slim in my opinion. I'm so nervous that my head will just explode one day or that I'll break down and hide in my bed until the bad things go away. &lt;br /&gt;On to more delightful news, I woke up at around 1 pm today (my mom let me sleep!) and we just lazed around. I really wanted to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; because I haven't read it in a long time (plus the movie's coming out!). Went to Agincourt library, the one dependable library, and they didn't have it. Nor did they have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt; which I wanted to read last year but not. Very VERY disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to dinner with my grandparents and on the way back from their apartment, my mom discovered she didn't have the car keys. We checked and checked but nothing! We went back up to the apartment and got grandpa to bring us a flashlight. The security dude from the gatehouse came up to us dangling a car key and asked us if it was ours. He was like "luckily, someone brought this up to me. and yea, I looked over and saw you guys searching for something near a car so I decided to come over." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were we THAT obvious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like making spongecake when I get back to Hamilton :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113366341590181163?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113366341590181163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113366341590181163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113366341590181163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113366341590181163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/12/exams-are-imminent.html' title='Exams are Imminent!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113347521005313865</id><published>2005-12-01T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:31:49.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking on a Wednesday?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Yup, for some reason I can't remember we decided to drink last night. Just the housemates though, not like a huge party or anything. (Correction: housemates + kyle). Props to Jon for mixing some pretty yummy drinks (except for the taquila and kahlua which just tasted weird but everyone finished anyways). The night started off decently with drinks all around (except for Katrina who didn't drink) and we were having a ball! Then we noticed that Morgan became very violent...all her actions involved kicking or slapping or something. I remember at one point during the night she punched be fairly hard on my head, I think I have a lump now. So yes, note to the house: Morgan is an angry drunk. I stayed pretty much the same, but there was this 30 minute interval where Morgan and I and most of the other housemates were just yelling and cussing at each other because SOMEONE threw my slipper sock into the cat puke (Yea, the cat puked, I missed it). That was kindof interesting but yea, my head really hurt afterwards from yelling too much.&lt;br /&gt;When all the drinks were finished (or taken away), it resulted in just Morgan and I kindof falling or rolling all over the place. I was forced to drink water and eat bread (without cream cheese! but I spread some on anyways) and then some tylenol. I didn't wake up with a headache or anything this morning or should I say...at 2pm but I'm hard at work now trying to finish this blasted algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's still a piece of bread on the living room floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                    here are the girls!morgan, katrina and me. we havent even started yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1294.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1294.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                          Jon is finally coming out of the closet....to Kyle! *gasp* (jks jon, we know you're straight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1296.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1296.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; i'm not sure if kyle enjoyed it or not, his face seems to either express extreme embarrassment OR the face that girls get when they're giggling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp; edit : kyle DID NOT ENJOY IT WHATSOEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1295.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                            me with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; coke cup filled with "chocolate milk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                                            me and morgan arm wrestling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                        jon and me ganging up on morgan after she cheats in arm wrestling...&lt;br /&gt;                                              morgan HATES bare feet (especially jon's hairy ones) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/1600/DSCF1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2392/599/320/DSCF1322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yup, the night was fun but hopefully it won't happen on a wednesday night again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113347521005313865?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113347521005313865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113347521005313865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113347521005313865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113347521005313865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/12/drinking-on-wednesday.html' title='Drinking on a Wednesday?!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113323745355612298</id><published>2005-11-28T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:10:53.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/320/DSCF1262.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/200/DSCF1262.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the butterballs....and yes, we were BORED at one point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113323745355612298?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113323745355612298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113323745355612298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113323745355612298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113323745355612298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/these-are-butterballs.html' title=''/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113316179114122335</id><published>2005-11-28T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:09:51.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/320/DSCF1281.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/200/DSCF1281.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the afterparty. don't know if you can see it too clearly but everyone there was ASIAN!! Poor Kyle, it was funny how he predicted the girls that were going to throw up an hour before they did. It's like a sixth sense for him or something, I'm not too sure. Speaking of the afterparty, my chinese friend told me about this, so I kinda guessed it would be all asian, but hey, a place for us to drink and be rowdy! At one point, I had to hold a girl's hair back, at another point, I had to hold another bag underneath another bag that was being puked in, and ANOTHER time I locked myself in the bathroom for some reason I don't remember now and I don't remember how I got out. There was another girl there that got really drunk and I think she almost got (or most likely got) alcohol poisoning because she was fainting and hyperventilating. Seriously, these chinese people were drinking hard stuff (Kyle called it hard stuff so you know how hard this stuff is) and they weren't mixing it with anything. Bleck, grossness right there. Ah well, the night was fun and we headed back to Kyle's res around 630. Went to Limeridge the next day and I didn't really have that much of a hangover. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113316179114122335?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113316179114122335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113316179114122335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113316179114122335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113316179114122335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-afterparty.html' title=''/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113316139868006387</id><published>2005-11-28T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:03:18.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/320/DSCF1252.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/200/DSCF1252.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sanjee and his girlfriend leila&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113316139868006387?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113316139868006387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113316139868006387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113316139868006387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113316139868006387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/sanjee-and-his-girlfriend-leila.html' title=''/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113316131674930750</id><published>2005-11-28T02:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:01:56.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/320/DSCF1260.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/200/DSCF1260.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyle and me at formal. gelled hair!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113316131674930750?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113316131674930750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113316131674930750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113316131674930750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113316131674930750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/kyle-and-me-at-formal.html' title=''/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113316128097114210</id><published>2005-11-28T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:01:21.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/320/DSCF1249.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/53/2003/200/DSCF1249.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my hair, it's all nice and fancy. thanks to katrina for that!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113316128097114210?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113316128097114210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113316128097114210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113316128097114210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113316128097114210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-my-hair-its-all-nice-and-fancy.html' title=''/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113299211007878486</id><published>2005-11-26T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T03:01:50.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rez-Wide Formal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Got back from the rez-wide formal called "Lost Under the Stars" and it was alright. I looked a lot better the second time around for this formal and my face wasn't all shitty because I did my OWN makeup...well, attempted anyways. And my hair is all princess-y thanks to my female housemates Katrina and Morgan (it's good to live with chicks, especially chicks who know how to dress like a girl haha). Although it was called Lost Under the Stars, there were like two decorations in the entire hotel that had stars in it. It was pretty crappy decorations at that. Oh, speaking of which, the formal was at the Sheraton hotel in downtown Hamilton. It was cool, the space was huge, and I ACTUALLY danced this time around too! Like, not just for two slow songs, but slow AND fast. The DJ wasn't that bad, he knew how to spin so Kishan didn't have to take over this time (I'm joking, Kishan wasn't there). Who was there was Aisha though, Sanjee told me she was here and I went all =O!!!! Wow! Apparently she's here with her boyfriend, I said "hi" and left them be. I had other things to pay attention to ;). Example would be how ubernice Kyle looked in a suit. It's kindof amazing what a dress shirt and tie can do for a guy. Reminds me of the good ol' days of concert dress. All those grungy people in white dress shirts and red ties. Definitely underestimate some people.&lt;br /&gt;I got some pictures from the formal and I'll post them up here or maybe even in my msn space. I should start using that..you know...HARNESS the POWER of the MSN SPACE. MUAHAHAHA.....&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to go out and party! As in....AFTERPARTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113299211007878486?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113299211007878486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113299211007878486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113299211007878486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113299211007878486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/rez-wide-formal.html' title='Rez-Wide Formal'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113273139289658225</id><published>2005-11-23T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T02:36:32.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Happened?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anybody listen to the edge and here that stupid dude saying, "what happened?" I just thought of it RIGHT now.&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the new Il Divo album (Encora) and their Christmas special which also sounds like heaven. To the girls: isn't it just like the sweetist thing for a guy to do is to serenade for you (nicely)? I'm sure most of you dirty girls out there have other things in mind but I'm trying to keep this blog clean here alright?&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated topic, I think I have become the unofficial piracy person in the house. Not only am I downloading movies/music for my own pleasure, but for other people as well. I don't mind at all, but yes, to all of you major downloaders out there, DON'T upload! Apparently that's how they track you and arrest you. My parents are all "boo" about people being arrested for pirating movies and such, but they are happy enough to take half of my movies home to watch on their new brand-spanking divX/dvd player. That thing is sweet because that means I can just use my dvd-r's for storing information instead of making them into dvds to play. &lt;br /&gt;And another paragraph that doesn't relate to anything else...&lt;br /&gt;Almostdone school! Yes! I'm excited that there are only two more weeks of classes left (and yes, I WILL be going to classes...soon) I just can't wait for exams to be over, my exam interval is Dec 12 to the 20th. Some exams start as early as december 7th which sucks. But yes, what sucks for ME is that I have TWO exams on the same day, and that day is a SATURDAY! Maaaaannnnnn.... But I just have to remember that after exams are over, I get to go home and then on the family road trip down to Florida! My sis and I are going to RAPE Islands of Adventure...as in have loads of fun and take lots of stupid pictures to show all of you. Plus we're stopping by the COKE FACTORY in Atlanta on the way back so that's going to be VERY VERY EXCITING. Oh my goodness...my head is tingling with excitement! (or from the lack of sleep I'm not too sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113273139289658225?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113273139289658225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113273139289658225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113273139289658225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113273139289658225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/wat-happened.html' title='Wat Happened?!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113235320029561582</id><published>2005-11-18T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:33:33.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow = unofficial start of winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's snowing! It probably is down in TO too but yes, since we're a little bit more north we get more snow! (I'm actually not too sure about that). It's really pretty though. I woke up today around 10, looked out the window and it was really snowing. I thought to myself, "Do I REALLY want to get out of my warm pajamas, walk to school in lots of snow for one class?". So yes, I crawled back into bed and woke up at 3. Still got 4 hours to study before the big biology test and I think I'm ready. I actually think I'm going to do well so I'm taking a break (?!) and updating my blog (?!). Craziness. I'm sure I'm going to do just as badly though from my past history in grade 12 biology. Even if I study really hard and I know the stuff, I'll still FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I checked my calculus test marks, and I'm getting a decent average of about an 85 and that's from not going to class and barely studying for the tests. I'm sure I'm going to bomb this next one but hey, you never know. And so far in algebra I'm doing pretty well too, so I guess the only classes I'm REALLY screwed for would be the other three: bio, chem and psych. Well, not really psych since I enjoy the class but yea, I only got a 75 on the midterm exam. Sucks to be me eh? And there's this other report due for the class next friday and I'm not too excited about that either. Oh well, only two more weeks of school left and then the term's over! And the horrible exams begin.... ( dum dum dum!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113235320029561582?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113235320029561582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113235320029561582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113235320029561582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113235320029561582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/snow-unofficial-start-of-winter.html' title='Snow = unofficial start of winter'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113211850939151857</id><published>2005-11-16T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:21:49.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beautiful word isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I got dinner for free tonight courtesy of Kyle (thanks =)) but we both ended up not paying at all. We ate at Quarters, this pub on campus, and the burger that he got was really red on the inside, so when he showed it to the waitress after we finished eating she obviously can't give him another one. She came back and said, "so we're not charging you guys for anything because we got a new manager and he decided to give you both a free meal." (THAT'S AWESOME!) I mean, I ordered like $12 worth of food and I didn't pay for it. Which is good since I have to start scrimping on money for food on myself. Plus I got some yummy mashpotatoes! (MINE! ALL MINE!!) I sculpted it into a face before I doggie-boxed it.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized yesterday that I got an Algebra assignment due on the same day as my Biology test so I need to finish it NOW! I haven't gone to class in a while either for anything but I've been working pretty hard on my notes and stuff. Most of the classes I'm taking right now don't need me to go to class since it's all in the textbook (I'm going tomorrow!), and the one I do need to go to I can't because it's too early! I will definitely try to go for tomorrow though because I NEED to!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that um...Christmas is in 6 weeks I think...YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to go back to my algebra assignment, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113211850939151857?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113211850939151857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113211850939151857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113211850939151857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113211850939151857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/free.html' title='Free!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113198535083308142</id><published>2005-11-14T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:23:52.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Like the title, it's been....uneventful since the last time I posted which was almost a week ago. No big hoo-ha that people REALLY need to know...other than I think I flunked my chem test. eeek! I thought I would do well too seeing as how it was mostly heat stuff but nope, I screwed that test up royally. I'm actually excited about this biology lab that I'm going to in the afternoon because it has to do with DNA and electrophoresis and PCRs. Probably because I saw my sister do it almost everyday for her job two summers ago and I thought it was really cool! She worked at Sick Kids where I also volunteered at but not at the same time I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my sickness is over and done with because I want to get my flu shot! I actually missed the flu shot times for the campus medical place but those times were during me being sick so I wouldn't have been able to get it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, anyone watch the Leafs vs. Montreal game on Saturday? It was nice and I finally got to wear my Leafs jersey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the house! I need to go skating in it at some point...or go skating in general. I miss going on the occasional thursday with the reggies + stephanie, that was a lot of fun. Especially seeing the little Alex Farmer fan club swarming and being clingy...bahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy episode last night was HILARIOUS except for the really disturbing part with the quadriplegic couple (or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lou  Gehrig's Disease couple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; "having sex" as in lying down in wheelchairs next to each other and making computerized noises. *shudder* Later last night, we had some interesting discussions about porn. It involved the entire house (+kyle later on and - katrina who was obviously preoccupied) and yea, it lasted a good hour I think. Pretty hilarious stuff especially me embarrassing myself once again (haha...dog shadow). But yes...good conversation = stress reliever from HUGE BIOLOGY TEST COMING UP ON FRIDAY! AHHHH!!!!!! That's it, screw hand-written notes, Microsoft Word all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113198535083308142?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113198535083308142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113198535083308142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113198535083308142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113198535083308142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/uneventful.html' title='Uneventful'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113147483691480432</id><published>2005-11-08T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:33:57.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a life-defining moment...me being sick away from my parents. Yea, it sounds stupid doesn't it? But really, whenever I got sick back home, my parents were always there to help fix me dinner, or come into my room every now and then to check up on me. Here, it's just, "yea, she's sick, whatever...". I guess you could say that I might've been a little spoiled back home but really, I just miss my parents affection. Hehe, it does sound stupid. This is the most horrible time to be sick too since I got a calculus test tonight, a huge bio formal report due tomorrow (which I haven't really touched on too much) and a chemistry exam on friday (which I haven't really started studying for). Karma's a real bitch sometimes. Yesterday, it was just pure bad luck. Couldn't wake up to throw out the garbage, got sick (the sickness probably accumulated over a couple of days), my headphones broke. I even took a Claritin last night around 6pm (it's the only nose-related medicine I have) and now I can't take (or I shouldn't) anything until it's totally out of my system, as in in another 5 hours.  I just feel so miserable right now it's not even funny. Ugh...all nasal-congested and I got a huge headache. I wish I had some congee right now (I'm missing congee, can you believe that?!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think going away to university really is a life-defining moment because it's when you being to realize all the things that you actually miss. You don't know it until you don't have it anymore (eg. congee!). Just right now, I don't feel all here and it's totally not the best time to be sick. I feel like such a shell of a person right now. AND I can't take my flu shot until I get all better which sucks too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But hey, there's a rez-formal coming up and I might be going to that so I'm excited and it's the motivation I need to keep working and get better. (A little sad but give me a break here people). Other than that, I'm going home in 2 weekends time  and I kinda WANT to go to Western, and even though my parents might say it's not that good of an idea, I still want to go. BUT.. the timing's just not right...don't worry Tiff! We have until April =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sniffs*....*blows nose*...*back to work*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113147483691480432?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113147483691480432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113147483691480432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113147483691480432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113147483691480432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/stuffy.html' title='Stuffy'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113096956543060045</id><published>2005-11-02T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:12:45.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Slow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Although it seems like time flies while in university, it's only been two months (not even!) and it feels more like 4 or 5. Maybe it's because in high school the only time you really work really hard is before tests (which come every what...month?!) and here we get exams and such every 2 months. Maybe if we had midterm exams in high school I could feel less like time is going as slow as a snail but hey, we didn't and I was really glad of it. I haven't really blogged for a couple of days because of the work (yes, I'm working!) and midterms are coming again!&lt;br /&gt;Midterms, starting tomorrow with algebra hopefully this time around won't be as horrible. It's bad because I was actually happy that I got a frikkin 53% on my biology exam. WOW. There's also this formal biology report due next week and it's totally freaking me out. The report is so thorough and it's written in more of a journalistic style. I just hope they mark us easy on this report because it's our VERY FIRST ONE.&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, our chemistry lab section got a new TA. He's a lot more fun to be around than our last one. She was very much hated by our section since she didn't help us at ALL with ANYTHING and would just walk around, criticize how bad we were doing and dock off marks. Supposedly, she docked off 0.003 percent from this one guy and he was just saying yesterday during our lab that she should've just given him zero. The lab we did yesterday was the cycle of copper and we put copper through all these different reactions and we ended up with copper again! Except my percent recovery was like 80%..ahh...human error, the best kind there is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening to me, but I haven't been able to wake up at all lately. Maybe it's because of me sleeping really late (that's probably it) but I mean, before in high school, I would sleep that late too but I was still able to get up. It's probably because I don't have my dad prodding me to wake up and threatening to leave without me. I guess I should start sleeping one instead of 4 huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113096956543060045?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113096956543060045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113096956543060045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113096956543060045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113096956543060045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-is-slow.html' title='Time Is Slow...'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113062208949775478</id><published>2005-10-29T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:41:29.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm sure EVERYONE is writing about commencement in their blogs but hey, you're reading this so you're still interested right? =).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, commencement went well, um, got my nice little diploma and my little Ontario Scholar diploma. People said I looked cute in my dress too! Hee, that's good to hear. I thought I was being a little too scandolous, and I don't think my dad liked me in that dress too much from the look on his face when he saw me wearing it. Other than that, congratulations to everyone who got awards (and those who got MORE than one award too!), and big props to Pranavi for an awesome speech. Although every year the speeches sound exactly the same, it does in a way touch you differently when it's your own graduating year. I guess you just relate to it more since you're actually GONE from WOBURN (FOREVER!).&lt;br /&gt;Of course, commencement was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; time for taking loads of pictures and everyone has to send me theirs when they zip them *wink wink*. My pictures will be forthcoming since I forgot to bring my cable to hook up to my lappy. So yea, my display picture for msn will be commencement ones for a while.&lt;br /&gt;tiff: thanks for the rides and also to um...the fobby picture that you will send to me later!&lt;br /&gt;steph: earrings...awesome stuff *thumbs up* I will give them back to you the next time I see you&lt;br /&gt;robyn: i WILL give you back your dvds&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who went to Frederick's: good to know that some people were more eager to see each other than others. I loved what everyone was wearing, with the suits and the dresses and the suits...*cough* robyn being a huge business power woman when she grows up *cough*&lt;br /&gt;People at Boston Pizza: even though not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; there was graduating, good to see you guys! And ew to like our crappy clubhouse pizza with like 90% of the toppings being onions. bleck.&lt;br /&gt;People at Adrian's "party": um...although you guys were already HIGH and DRUNK when I came, it was good to see you guys too....would have been better if you guys weren't HIGH and DRUNK but I can't stop you haha.&lt;br /&gt;and of course...&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE AT COMMENCEMENT!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, some of you guys looked sooooo good! Kavita with your cute bob (^_^)..not saying you weren't cute before *shifts eyes*, the guys with your new facial hair AND regular hair styles (Jordan! your emo hair is hot). And like, all the ladies!!! Everyone looked REALLY HOT that night...as in EVERYONE! (Neena with her scandolous halter top! *gasp*! I can see your shoulders!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was good other than MY FEET WERE KILLING ME LIKE NOTHING ELSE ON THE FRIKKIN PLANET. Those shoes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; pretty, but oh my goodness, I couldn't walk at all. I had to lean on Enoch to walk to Adrian's place, and again when we were leaving. Yeesh, need to get some insoles or padding or something. And this morning when I woke up and was walking around, I can't feel one of my toes...like, it's not a callous and I can feel it when I poke it with my finger, but when I walk, I can't feel it. Weird or what eh? (argh! I said "eh" again)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to go lay down on my comfy sofa and watch some satellite tv. (I heart home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113062208949775478?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113062208949775478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113062208949775478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113062208949775478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113062208949775478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/commencement.html' title='Commencement'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113044856010455766</id><published>2005-10-27T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:29:20.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woburnites Unite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alright, so far there is the dinner before commencement at Frederick's which right now I think consists of Robyn and I...and other people? And the dinner AFTER commencement at Boston Pizza. More importantly, what are we doing AFTER commencement? There HAS to be some sort of awesome party or get-together. I don't think just seeing you guys for like 3 hours is enough to make up for 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I had to do this biology assignment where you read this very long scientific journal, and then summarize it into a maximum of 300 words. You remember how in high school, when they say 800, you can somehow doddle up to 1000 words? Well, the prof said it was "strictly" 300 words. HOLY CRAP! It's so hard to summarize 13 pages of research and summaries into 3 paragraphs. Wow...damn giftedness is too overpowering. But hey, I cut it down so much that I don't think it even makes sense anymore. But I DON'T CARE! I got a psych midterm to study for :).&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home tomorrow around 3-ish! Comment please to give me more info on what's going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113044856010455766?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113044856010455766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113044856010455766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113044856010455766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113044856010455766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/woburnites-unite.html' title='Woburnites Unite'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-113021912641740724</id><published>2005-10-25T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T01:45:26.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Before It's Somewhat Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;This week I got some more assignments and tests to do and then midterms willl be over! Got a calc test tomorrow (or later today if you want to be pricky about it), chem quiz due on Thursday, Psych midterm and Bio assignment due on friday. The thing about the psych midterm is that the prof takes all his old questions, puts them through a machine and it spits out the questions. So all of the questions have been on previous tests...and you can buy the previous tests for $5. So hopefully I don't totally fail that midterm.. *thinking back to bio....WHO GIVES A CRAP HOW VIAGRA WORKS?!*&lt;br /&gt;Friday's going to be great because my mom's gonna pick me up (after I hide the huge retail sign in my room) and then commencement! Any more details for what's going on after commencement? And what people are wearing? I would love to know =). Haha...can't wait to see you woburnites again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should go study calc some more!!! toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-113021912641740724?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/113021912641740724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=113021912641740724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113021912641740724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/113021912641740724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/week-before-its-somewhat-over.html' title='Week Before It&apos;s Somewhat Over'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112994209609607289</id><published>2005-10-21T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:48:16.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN YOU BIO!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh me oh my. Totally messed up that exam. I've been doing great in every single course EXCEPT for biology!! It's weird. I'm even getting 80s in Chemistry. The problem with this exam was there were all these written questions that wigged me out, and I kindof bs-ed them a lot. I just hope I pass (WITH the bellcurve if there is one). If there isn't, then I know I definitely failed. It sucks because I did hardcore for three days straight....maybe that did me in. Lol. Ah well, just hope that I do well in everything else. This frikkin exam was worth frikkin 20% of my mark! I hope I got like...at least 10 marks for that hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Halloween's coming up! Is anyone dressing up as anything? I think I might be a character from the Wallace and Gromit Movie: Curse of the Were Rabbit. That was a GREAT MOVIE!!! I might see it again heehee...I think I'm gonna go to the mall on Saturday, buy myself a costume and possibly watch Doom. I've never played the game, but I've SEEN people play it, and the Rock is in it!!! Wooo....crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I only have one midterm left and that's psych. Not as worried but still, I'm going to study my pants off for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm currently sitting here feeling depressed that I failed that exam. This kindof depression can only be dealt with by Asian junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112994209609607289?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112994209609607289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112994209609607289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112994209609607289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112994209609607289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-you-bio-damn-you-to-hell.html' title='DAMN YOU BIO!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112992887678801445</id><published>2005-10-21T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:07:56.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2003/320/DSCF1076.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2003/200/DSCF1076.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is from Oktoberfest, the PIGTAIL that I ATE...or tried to eat anyways. Please people, keep your minds out of the gutter for this pic please...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112992887678801445?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112992887678801445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112992887678801445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112992887678801445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112992887678801445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-this-is-from-oktoberfest-pigtail.html' title=''/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112992880307960396</id><published>2005-10-21T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:06:43.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2003/320/DSCF1093.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/53/2003/200/DSCF1093.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the infamous retail sign (it's wrinkling my escher poster in this picture!!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112992880307960396?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112992880307960396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112992880307960396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112992880307960396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112992880307960396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-is-infamous-retail-sign-its.html' title=''/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112970931844688137</id><published>2005-10-19T04:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T04:08:38.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think I had an anxiety attack Monday night when I realized that I was in deep shit for not doing any work. It scared me a little because this doesn't (ever really) happen to me. I guess I'm not as confident and strong-willed as I thought (yea, you people out there laugh all you want about my lack of self-confidence). The last time this happened was when I was in grade 8 and I was talking 4 full year math courses: grade 8 math (still had to go to class and do the work there), grade 9 math (missed two classes in my senior public school to go to L'amoureaux and take this course), Kumon (always hell of course) and at that time also Saturday morning school (Marilake..*high five* to anthony). But seriously, I shouldn't freak out. I haven't really been doing my work so technically I put this on myself. Karma right? Fucking karma...&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I just got two more midterms left to do, a Chem quiz due next week, Biology report (it's only 300 words?!?!), and a psychology report. I'm actually looking forward to doing my psych midterm because I heard that the dean of psych actually recycles all of his old questions from old tests. Saying that, they're selling all of the old tests for $5..I say that its totally worth it. Plus when I went go to buy the package today, I was in a wallowing (sp?) mood and I whipped out my change purse to give them some coinage when one of the guys were like "THAT'S THE COOLEST CHANGE PURSE EVER!". I let him play with it for a while... It's weird how even when there's so little to be happy about sometimes, the smallest things can make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;SO SMILE!!! =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112970931844688137?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112970931844688137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112970931844688137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112970931844688137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112970931844688137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/stressing.html' title='Stressing'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112957000458176493</id><published>2005-10-17T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:26:47.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Last night was one of the funnest (not a word, i know) nights I have ever had. It was just a few of us after some not too drunk people left and we started playing a drinking game. The game was that every time a certain character came on the screen, we would flip a card over and whoever had the lowest number had to drink to the count of 10. I lost a couple of times, and by the end of the card deck, I was left with 2 cards and everyone else was left with one. The rest of the house agreed that if I lose this one then I have to do a dare. I was already pretty tipsy so when Will Farrell came on the screen, I flipped my cards over hoping that I lost. I actually got a jack and ten but I wanted to do a dare anyways. The dare was to go around the neighbourhood, find a For Sales sign and bring it back. I was so out of it so I was like "why the hell not?!". Went running outside, there was a for sale sign across the street, I took the WHOLE thing (wooden pole and all) and ran back. Everyone was so proud of me. =). I feel kind of bad though, if the people across the street don't replace their sign by tonight then I think I'm gonna return it (I'm still good at heart people!).&lt;br /&gt;Later after we were all pretty tipsy, we had cake...which ended in a cake fight. I had to do floors last week or this week so I have to clean up all the crappy cake that's on the ground. I'm still a little bit hung over and I didn't go to any of my classes. I didn't want to miss anything but my head is KILLING me. I never had a hangover before so I guess this is one of those "learning" experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is what I got this year from friends and family:&lt;br /&gt;-awesome birthday cards&lt;br /&gt;-TML jersey! (#13)&lt;br /&gt;-Bruce Lee door poster and cute TY dog (=))&lt;br /&gt;-Mini Make-Your-Own Bear kit (so cute!)&lt;br /&gt;-Booze and pizza (I only had one slice and thanks to John for the concoctions)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I still got to do a bio lab later today (which I have to read up on) and then maybe go eat dinner with that native guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112957000458176493?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112957000458176493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112957000458176493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112957000458176493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112957000458176493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112950900926273322</id><published>2005-10-16T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:30:09.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Name This Continent:...."ASIA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Heeheeheee...that was from Celebrity Jeopardy. I totally missed those sketches on SNL because I didn't really start watching it until Will Farrell left.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Wallace and Gromit today and it was sooooo good! It was so cute with the bunnies and the..bunnies. Heeheehee...I think I'm gonna go watch it again! Whheee!&lt;br /&gt;Got a "birthday" party later tonight...hopefully getting a little drunk. Just hope I make it to my psych class tomorrow morning at 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112950900926273322?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112950900926273322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112950900926273322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112950900926273322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112950900926273322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/name-this-continentasia.html' title='Name This Continent:....&quot;ASIA&quot;'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112941316686416950</id><published>2005-10-15T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:52:46.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping = stress reliever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I never thought I would hear myself say that, but I did. Abby came last night and we went to Lime Ridge Mall today (w/ Kyle too). It was fun, I found myself a nice dress in Le Chateau for commencement (dresses are good right?) and also these really nice strappy shoes. I hope I'm not all too formal and stuff for commencement, and that I'm not the only one wearing a dress. It's nice and kindof frilly..kindof in the front to hide my tummy (not exactly freshman 15 but getting there) and it's a halter. It's nice and I'm excited! I really think we should do something that night after commencement. A party or like, go to someone's house and just have a blast! I'm not sure if I'm staying for the entire weekend because I want to get to Mac for Hallowe'en. Or even the day before for the parties.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I want to be yet for Hallowe'en. Probably just something simple like put on cat ears or something. There was this store dedicated to Hallowe'en stuff in the mall and Abby and I found these two matching costumes called the socket and plug. The girl wore this socket costume, and the dude wore the plug costume. Hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112941316686416950?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112941316686416950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112941316686416950&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112941316686416950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112941316686416950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/shopping-stress-reliever.html' title='Shopping = stress reliever'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112930886466293570</id><published>2005-10-14T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:54:24.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry Attack!!! Run Away!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Woah, I have my first frightening midterm today at 7 pm. *frightened*. It's 25 multiple choice  questions but none of them are only worth 1 mark. Some are worth 2 and 5 of them are worth 3!!! AHHHHHH!!! I know I shouldn't stress, that'll just make my hair fall out even more (don't want my housemates to complain even MORE now do I?). But I know it's going to be hell for next week for the biology midterm. It's not just multiple choice there but also written stuff because the profs and them want to make sure that we "understand" the stuff and not just memorizing so they're making us write stuff. Yea, like that isn't just even MORE memorization work for us. Pssht. At least there are less chapters for biology, except each chapter has something new to offer while half of the chapters in chemistry were all like grade 11 review. Most of first year chem we've all learnt before and I am SO glad that I decided to go into the gifted program. I had no idea that it would actually benefit me in the sense that the lectures don't seem to go as fast as I thought they would go.&lt;br /&gt;My sister's coming in from Waterloo today to spend the weekend with me! YAY!! Plus my parents are coming up tomorrow night and we're going to have my birthday dinner. I just need to find a good family restaurant in Hamilton (anyone have any good recommendations? Eventhough 95% of the people who read this doesn't live here =P). My parents are all "awww...she's all grown up now" and stuff because now both of their kids are off living in other cities and now there are going to be four election information cards that are going to be appearing in the mail. Remember to vote people! 18 is worth something...even if it is just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just woke up which is BAD, and now I must eat lunch and cram my brain full of chem facts.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. kyle is a dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112930886466293570?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112930886466293570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112930886466293570&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112930886466293570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112930886466293570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/chemistry-attack-run-away.html' title='Chemistry Attack!!! Run Away!!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112906005008882310</id><published>2005-10-11T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T15:47:30.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'd Like a Coffee Please"..." BEER??"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oktoberfest was fun. We left the house early in the morning and drove to Kitchener for their annual Oktoberfest parade. We caught the last part of it and went into the "food" tent to have some lunch. Not suprisingly, they didn't actually serve food inside the tent itself (other than popcorn and giant pretzels) and we had to go outside where it was cold and wet and ordered some schnitzel, sausage, scalloped potatoes, and a pigtail. Ya heard me, pig tail. I thought at first that maybe they didn't ACTUALLY mean a REAL pigtail. You know, like how chinese translations always make you think it's something else (or something really gross?). But yea, it was an actual pigtail and it didnt taste all that bad. They seasoned it pretty well and the sauce on it was sweet and bbq-y at the same time. The only down side of it was that it was mostly fat and I had no idea how to eat it. &lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures of some of the floats, they were pretty cool, and also of my pigtail. I will post them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112906005008882310?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112906005008882310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112906005008882310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112906005008882310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112906005008882310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/id-like-coffee-please-beer.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d Like a Coffee Please&quot;...&quot; BEER??&quot;'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112889551740269525</id><published>2005-10-09T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T18:05:17.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodies! Bodies! and MORE BODIES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Went to Body Worlds today at the Ontario Science Centre..it was wicked cool. Yup yup, my sis and I went there when the centre opened around 10-ish and got into the 11 am slot (you have to pay according to certain hours so people don't just all barge in at the same time). It was SO cool in there, even though it's supposed to be very scientific, they display them in such a way that makes them artistic. One of my favourites would have to be this one display called the Anatomy Big Bang. What it looked like was the body but exploded! Everything was exposed and hung on different strings to show every little bit of the human anatomy. Like you stuck a bomb inside a dude and somehow he exploded in such a way that individual organs and arteries stayed in place but not stuck to each other. Fancy eh? There was also this camel that they showed the stomach of, and also they sliced the head and the neck into three different slices (sagittally) and had them in different positions. One of them up, one midway, and the other one on the ground like it was eating. It was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people were kindof disgusted of course but I'm sure that was to be expected by a lot of people. It said on one of the first panels that these people donated their bodies to science, and that there was now a donation thing to this exhibit in America. One part of the exhibit that was closed off with curtains was the one with the different stages of the fetus. They even had a plastinated pregnant woman with a 5 month old baby in her womb still. It was really amazing to look at and you could tell by the black lungs that the mother was a smoker and that's what she probably died from.&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw some Woburn teachers there too, past and present. I saw Ms. Whitfield with her two sons and then Mr. Calhoun I think. I'm not too sure, and I didn't really go up to them to find out if they did. I ended up buying a book from the giftshop which hopefully has all the pictures from the exhibit in it. I really wanted to see this one of the man playing chess but Ithink he's in another body worlds exhibit in America.&lt;br /&gt;After that exhibit, we ate a very unhealthy lunch and went to an Imax production called The Human Body which showed all the different things of the body. The problem was, the seats are tilted at such a perfect angle that once you sit in them you fall asleep. It totally sucked because I was really interested in the stuff but my eyelids just got so heavy. Opened them from time to time but still, this wasn't the first time this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to Kitchener for the Oktoberfest parade there at around 8 in the morning and then my parents are going to drive me back to Hamilton by about 2-ish. I got some studying to do too. It sucks having 5 calculus tests this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112889551740269525?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112889551740269525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112889551740269525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112889551740269525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112889551740269525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/bodies-bodies-and-more-bodies.html' title='Bodies! Bodies! and MORE BODIES!!!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112880870034125841</id><published>2005-10-08T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:00:24.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Robyn Said So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules of the game: Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this. Also leave a post on their blog to let these people know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am horrible with geography and history.&lt;br /&gt;2. I still watch cartoons on YTV like Fairly Odd Parents (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't walk over grates&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate: ET and clowns&lt;br /&gt;5. I love chocolate but I hate eating chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...I don't know who's done this yet or who hasn't so I'll just tell everyone who hasn't done this yet on their blog to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112880870034125841?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112880870034125841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112880870034125841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112880870034125841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112880870034125841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/because-robyn-said-so.html' title='Because Robyn Said So...'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112880836463102302</id><published>2005-10-08T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T17:52:44.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Miserables</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just got back from seeing Les Miserables today. It was amazing. Some of the performers didn't sing as nicely as I hope they would but it was all good. My favourite performer by far in the musical would have to be the man playing Javert (the police guy who's chasing after the main guy Jean Valjean). He had such a nice voice.&lt;br /&gt;This is my fav song from it sang by Eponine when she finds out that the man she loves loves some other woman who (whom?) he just met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On My Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now I'm all alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nowhere to go no one to turn to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Did not want your money sir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I came out here coz i was told to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now the night is near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I can make believe he's here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes I walk alone at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When everybody else is sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think of him and then I'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With the company I'm keeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The city goes to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can live inside my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pretending he's beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All alone, I walk with him till morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Without him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel his arms around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when I lose my way I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And he has found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the rain the pavement shines like silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the lights are misty in the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all I see is him and me for ever and forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know it's only in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I'm talking to myself and not to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And although I know that he is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Still I say, there's a way for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But when the night is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He is gone, the river's just a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Without him the world around me changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The trees are bare and everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The streets are full of strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But every day I'm learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All my life I've only been pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Without me his world will go on turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A world that's full of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I have never known!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But only on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the only other funny thing was that someone screwed up the house lighting at one point near the beginning. Guess his finger slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112880836463102302?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112880836463102302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112880836463102302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112880836463102302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112880836463102302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/les-miserables.html' title='Les Miserables'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112874121513153014</id><published>2005-10-07T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:13:35.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloscan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hey you guys...if it's possible, can you comment in the Haloscan link instead of the other one because that one get's a crapload of spam. But I don't know how to get rid of the other one in the template =S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112874121513153014?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112874121513153014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112874121513153014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112874121513153014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112874121513153014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/haloscan.html' title='Haloscan'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112870565163973895</id><published>2005-10-07T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T13:20:51.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TO tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hey everybody! I'm going back to Toronto tonight and I can't wait to see some of you guys! (If you're still up for some get-togethery-ness) and also to see my fam and Les Mis!! *giddy*!! Nothing too new to report except I've actually been working out every other day for the past couple of weeks and it's starting to show...just a little bit :). Like I still got some fat from over the summer that I've been trying to get rid of, but it's so hard!! It's true about losing those last couple of pounds and how frikkin hard it is. Getting some nice abs though teehee...&lt;br /&gt;On some other INTERESTING news....I met with my psych group in the science library two days ago and we were discussing our psych trigger and the report we had to do. Our trigger was Subliminal Perception and the main example that we have to use being the Judas Priest trial with those two kids who tried to commit suicide. Anyways...afterwards, I was talking to one of the girls in the group and she was like "I live in Bates," and I was like "really? do you know someone by the name of Debbie?"&lt;br /&gt;J: "You mean Debbie Ho?"&lt;br /&gt;B: "Yea!"&lt;br /&gt;J: "omg, she's my roommate!"&lt;br /&gt;B" *stunned*&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances of THAT happening eh? (Thnx to Kyle I've been saying 'eh' WAY too much) I went up with her to her "apartment-style" room to check it out because I didn't know what they looked like. It was pretty nice and Debbie was there, along with Alex. I asked Alex what he was doing here on a Wednesday, and he said, "Oh, York people get off for Jewish holidays." *gasp!* WHAT?! I don't understand why though, was it because York was founded by a Jewish person? Or what? I mean, Hamilton (according to my housemates) is mainly Jewish people so why doesn't Mac get Jewish holidays off too?! Gosh, there are like a billion of those and we can't take advantage of one of them! Boooo.....&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I stayed up until very late doing this online chemistry quiz that's due on Sunday. I didn't really want to work on it over the weekend (seeing as how I'm hopefully be very busy either with family stuff or friend stuff or studying stuff) so yea...VERY LATE!!! Got it done though, just hope I got a good mark on it..not like last time when I didn't know it was due until 3 hours before it was due!! *BIG S mouth!*. I definitely think I did better which is good =).&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a memorial award named after someone that you didn't know? And then google their name just to figure it out? I was walking through this hall to the Pulse gym and there was this Heimbecker cup for athletes after the girl Joan Heimbecker. I thought, "why was she important? What did she do that made her so recognized?". That night I went home and googled her name up. Apparently her boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend) shot her 6 times when she was about the age of a girl in grad school.&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the first time I've seen this though. When I went to John A. Macdonald for Saturday morning math class, there was this plaque on the wall that said "in memorium" and I looked at hte names on there. There was this chinese (or asian girl's name) and then these two other names with the same last name "Ottey". I wondered how two sisters (only 2 years apart) could have died in the same year. I looked their names up on the internet that night and found out that one of the sister's ex-boyfriend shot and beat the sisters to death.&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap! You guys see a trend here? Definitely there has been a lot of women abuse in this country, especially around our age group. I'm not being a feminist or anything, but I'm just stating by observation here. I just hope none of you guys ever get into something like that, because that would suck ass....a lot of ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112870565163973895?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112870565163973895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112870565163973895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112870565163973895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112870565163973895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-tonight.html' title='TO tonight!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112845858798703421</id><published>2005-10-04T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:25:09.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's a huge poster sale going on in the Mac Student Centre this week and I got myself a copy of some Escher drawings (&lt;a href="http://aaronbaird.net/pictures/Escher/Relativity.jpg"&gt;Relativity&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://aaronbaird.net/pictures/Escher/Waterfall.jpg"&gt;Waterfall&lt;/a&gt;) and this other one with all of Murphy's laws on it. I'm kindof starting to stress out a bit because midterms are coming up REALLY QUICKLY and I'm soooo scared :S. I'm just watching a buffy episode right now to de-stress...it's kindof working. Hotness of Spike + buffy in general = really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is going on here but I AM going back to TO for Thanksgiving to watch &lt;a href="http://www.lesmis.com/"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/a&gt;, and also for Thanksgiving of course, but yea, of course we gifties gotta meet up for something!!&lt;br /&gt;I was biking back home yesterday from class and I usually jay walk (or jay bike in this case) and I had to jump over the curve. This time around, my bike lock came out of the little hook thing that it was in and it dropped right into the middle of the road. Now this happened two times before, but it dropped in a place where the cars couldn't really get to it. This time around though, this really low car ran over it and the plastic part just broke off. It sucks because my lock still works, meaning I can't buy a new one, but it's so hideous because it's lost the colourful redness of the plastic thing. I just hope I didn't screw over that other car because that lock flipped up pretty high meaning it got caught onto something on the underside....*S-mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. MAC KICKED QUEENS ASS FOR THE HOMECOMING GAME! GO MARAUDERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112845858798703421?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112845858798703421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112845858798703421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112845858798703421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112845858798703421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/poster-sale.html' title='Poster Sale'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112815385538662423</id><published>2005-10-01T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T04:04:15.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thornley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So tonight I went to the Thornley concert and I guess it was alright. I like their music kindof plus it was a first time experience for me since I've never been to a "rock" concert (K-OS does NOT count). It was pretty overwhelming with the bass and stuff so I stayed back for a little bit. I met this guy who had to do a report on the concert for his music class and it sucked for him because he had to pay to get in plus he didn't like the band. Other than that nothing else much is happening except for that I'm REALLY tired right now and my parents are coming to visit me on Sunday and bring me lots of goodies!! I hope everyone's homecoming is going swell, and that nobody got hurt or anything stupid like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112815385538662423?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112815385538662423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112815385538662423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112815385538662423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112815385538662423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/10/thornley.html' title='Thornley'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112796437725166063</id><published>2005-09-28T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:26:17.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yea, I got my first midterm tomorrow for algebra. It's going to suck. It's all about matrices so I'm really glad that Mr. Mo did matrix stuff with us last year. The thing is, my new algebra teacher has a really really thick accent and it's so hard for me to understand what he's saying. I'm sure throughout the rest of the term I'll start getting used to it but for now, I'm so lost in his class. Most of the time I just copy his overheads even though they're online, just so I can have something to do to help me learn a bit. I'm actually really worried about this math test...can you believe it? Me, seriously freaking out about a math test...inconcievable! The stuff is simple enough in the textbook but I'm scared that I missed stuff in class because I couldn't understand my prof.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, last night I ate 3 donuts in about 5 minutes...can you say FRESHMAN 15?!?! But yea to counterbalance that, I am trying to go to the gym regularly and work out. I want to actually be fit and stuff when the serious dragonboat stuff starts and also to work on my strength for badminton (even though it's not as important as placing). I brought out my laptop to the living room today and John, Matt, Morgan and I (haha..russell peters "my friend and i!" *big eyes*) and we hooked up my laptop to the tv and watched the new Family Guy Movie which was frikkin hilarious! "I'll make you fish ball soup! fish ball!!". BAHAHAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for friday to roll around because Thornley's going to be playing at Quarters pub. I'm not a huge Thornley fan or anything but it's for homecoming and since I'm not paying $5 for homecoming stuff I'm just gonna go to that. It's cool because I've never been to a concert in a pub or anything...so it'll be a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Input something racy here for Riziq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112796437725166063?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112796437725166063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112796437725166063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112796437725166063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112796437725166063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/midterm-already.html' title='Midterm already?!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112780000582885852</id><published>2005-09-27T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:46:45.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alright, here's a quick update on my boring life. I went to the gym yesterday and worked out for about 1 and a bit hours (my ass hurts so much, i used that butt muscle workout machine...killer, seriously) and then I rested for about 10 minutes and went to my first Badminton Club meeting! It was actually the official second meeting but I didn't know when it started because I lost my sheets that said the info. The club was interesting, lots of people from beginners to experts. Me and this other girl (who played at level 5 at Lee's..don't really know what that means) played against these two white boys who didn't really know what they were doing. And everytime we smashed it or something, they would be like, "why didn't you guys try out for varsity? I thought this club was for beginners." But yea, that was fun. Other than that, nothing else much happened. Might go try out this restaurant on campus tomorrow with Kyle if we have time. I got a calc test from 7:30 -8:30 pm! OMG! Im not stressed about it or anything but I mean, it's my first REAL university test! Kindof scared a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112780000582885852?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112780000582885852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112780000582885852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112780000582885852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112780000582885852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112767050833380669</id><published>2005-09-25T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:48:30.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpse Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0121164/"&gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/a&gt; two nights ago and it was actually pretty good. A bunch of us wanted to go watch a movie but Kyle and I already saw the movies they wanted to watch so we decided to watch Corpse Bride instead while they watched Exorcism. They missed 15 minutes of their movie and we were 5 minutes early (sweet!). The movie itself was really great, even with the singing. It definitely was Nightmare-before-christmas-like in its animation, but the story and the molding of the characters were completely different. I was surprised that Johnny Depp could pull off the accent for the character (kindof like stuttering british?).  Our movie finished about half an hour before the other one so we were just waiting outside in the theatre (the theatre is actually in this small mall...can i even call it a mall? but the theatre was pretty nice as in the seats were amazingly comfy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Lime Ridge Mall again. But this time we didn't go 10 minutes before it closed so we could actually go shopping! Again, I bought underwear at La Vie (I have to stop doing that eh? lol) and bought a pair of jeans at Garage. I didn't really need to buy pants but I was kindof desperate because I just HAD to wear white pants that day *sigh*. When I got home (which was about 2-ish in the morning) I talked to my friend and she asked "so did you finish your chem quiz yet? it's due in like 4 hours..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WHAT?! I thought it said 6 pm!"&lt;br /&gt;T: "Nope, it said 6 am."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "SHIIIITTT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I got it done in time though with loads of help from other people. I must give them all cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112767050833380669?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112767050833380669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112767050833380669&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112767050833380669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112767050833380669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/corpse-bride.html' title='Corpse Bride'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112751712688163793</id><published>2005-09-23T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:12:06.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wow, this is a first in this house...me all by myself in the house. It's crazy because usually John or one of the girls are here, but nope. The girls went home for the weekend and John went to the gym. Speaking of which, I should go to the gym...but NOOOOOO i have to do algebra stuff. Argh! It's so difficult because in a high school, the teacher's always there to help and you know exactly where to find him (and you could probably see him every day) but it's a lot more difficult in university since the prof probably doesn't even remember your face. Anyways, the reason why I'm saying it's difficult is that I have to do this online algebra quiz that's due tomorrow and it took me 2 hours! The time they give you is only 15 minutes but if you can't do it, you can keep trying until you get it right (they change the question every time of course). I finally  got it after using 7 double-sided sheets of paper and I'm kindof glad that Mr. Mo touched on matrices last year because MY GOD it helped. I barely did any kind of matrix work in Kumon so it's weird learning new stuff for me sometimes. Anyways, other than that, I got a crapload of chem to still read.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be my rest day and I'm going to the mall! (I think). I need to buy a pair of shorts for the gym that has pockets so I don't have to keep sticking my card underneath my underwear elastic...feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112751712688163793?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112751712688163793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112751712688163793&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112751712688163793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112751712688163793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112745722149129286</id><published>2005-09-23T02:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T02:33:41.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So now the work has finally caught up to me. I guess I deserve it since I haven't really done as much studying compared to others. For example, there's a chem quiz that I don't really know a lot of the answers to, so I should hurry up and crack open that textbook. Other than that, today has been pretty interesting. I'm almost done my skills labs for Bio (one left!) and I went and played ping pong with this guy I bumped into (met him before during Welcome Week) at the IWC (it's the sports building). I totally whooped his butt in it...or how he says it "I raped him in ping pong". The final score was 101-73 or something and the only reason why he got that far was because we were playing with a cracked ball for a while and he never hit it on the crack while I did several times.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I went home and did some work and I met up with Kyle to go to Boston Pizza for the DB social! It was the first social thing for the team and it was actually pretty fun. We got to eat a hell of a lot of pizza and unlimited drinks for $13.75 a person. Of course we paid good tip because it was just two waitresses waiting on around 40-ish people. We were quite generous.&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking forward to playing badminton in university but have failed so far. I could have if I went to try out for the Varsity team but I felt it was too intimidating. Instead I'm going to join the Badminton Club and play there, and if I feel I'm good enough, try out for varsity again next year. I wanted to play tonight (public badminton) but it was cancelled so I went to the gym instead and worked on my triceps for about 20 minutes. It's going to be so sore when I wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112745722149129286?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112745722149129286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112745722149129286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112745722149129286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112745722149129286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/work.html' title='The work!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112732666052229696</id><published>2005-09-21T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:17:40.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN THOSE BIO BASTARDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wow, I had to buy this "biology paper" as a lab requirement for $1.15...turns out that it's just frikkin regular THREE HOLE PUNCHED WHITE PAPER! Argh, so this is how the universities make all their money. By sucking it out of every student to buy these "lab requirements". Maannn...and then there were these other sheets of paper that I had to get for 10 cents each (got 10 sheets) and they just have these uneven squares on the page. Maybe its for some higher purpose that I can't even fathom but right now, I'm pissed. I didn't open the envelope with the white paper until right now and it's making me angry. Quoting John: "Barbara MAD! Barbara slam dishwasher door!". Yea, about that...our dishwasher won't close, the latch is busted. I'm blaming the troll girls downstairs but I'm sure the latch was going to break some time this year anyways. But yea, it broke when they used it :P.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And another thing!!! I had to buy this "lab pencil" which turns out to be a regular 4H pencil which cost me $1.20. WTF??! I mean, I had to buy a new calculator for godsakes...and it's almost exactly the same to the one I have right now. I just wished they did that thing in Queens where they give you a sticker for an approved calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112732666052229696?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112732666052229696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112732666052229696&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112732666052229696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112732666052229696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-those-bio-bastards.html' title='DAMN THOSE BIO BASTARDS!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112732415988215193</id><published>2005-09-21T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:35:59.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to class!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So, this new alarm clock that I bought is REALLY helping. This morning I got so panicked because I thought my alarm clock sound was the fire alarm. But yes..it wasn't and I was wide awake and actually WENT to my 8:30 am class! HALLELUJAH! I'm also starting to get all organized: sorting loose sheets into binders, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;labelling&lt;/span&gt; the binders, and (get this) studying! I still got some catching up to do but much less and I can't believe how easy calc is right now. Yea yea, I know about the whole "you think you're so smart but just you wait until end of term and you'll be complaining about how hard it is" schpeel but RIGHT NOW it's really easy. It took us two classes to teach us about angles and we now just touched on identities. WOW! I went to the tutorial yesterday and I was the only one answering all of the TAs questions so I just kindof snuck out and left. There was no way I was going to stay in there for another hour.&lt;br /&gt;Umm..other than that, since the last time I posted I haven't done anything too eventful. Went downtown again last night and saw Cry_Wolf...piece of shit movie. It wasn't even one of those stupid-no plot-scary b/c of the loud sounds kindof movie...it was just BAD. Like, some parts I thought it was going to be scary but like, we kindof guessed and predicted the entire movie scene by scene almost. It was funny though joking "ok, now the bad guy's going to be in the backseat" *bang!* Killer comes from the backseat! OR "bet you everyone's in on it" *bam!* end of the movie it was all a big prank set up by these white chick to kill the teacher she was having sex with. Oops, did I ruin the movie for you? Sorry! This movie is not even worth DOWNLOADING.  I give it 1/5 stars just because it was funny in the sense that it was predictable funny. BLUH.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite crazy how university moves eh? Just like that I have a term test next tuesday in Calculus and then an algebra test next friday. The only class I think I am somewhat not ontop of would be chem. I haven't really touched my chem book yet but I mean, right now most of the stuff my prof's doing is review so I'm not too too worried. Doesn't mean though that I'm not going to read it...which I will.... =). Plus I'm starting to go to the gym now and trying to stay fit or get MORE fit before dragonboat (if I make it....)&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm going back to TO: Oct. 8 to go see Les Miserables with my fam. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112732415988215193?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112732415988215193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112732415988215193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112732415988215193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112732415988215193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-went-to-class.html' title='I went to class!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112717203827554036</id><published>2005-09-19T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:20:38.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So yesterday was the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival (much fun, and many mooncakes eaten) and I moved back to Hamilton around 10-ish last night. I have decided to stick a curfew on myself so I can wake up on time for my classes...it's not like I don't want to go to classes, but I just can't get to bed early enough (cuz i'm a bad wittle girl). The curfew rule starts tonight and I hope people are proud of me for doing it :). Haha, I'm so pitiful, getting people to be proud of me. Anyways, last night when I got back, I went out with some person(s) and we walked around campus and tried to find a park close by. It was soooooo frikkin foggy!! It reminded me of that movie trailer we saw before the Emily Rose movie called FOG *gasp!*. Yea, we hung out until 5 in the morning I think and I went home and Matt was just up for his rowing practice. I told him I was out with friends and fell asleep while watching a movie (sorry! it's sort of a habit for me to lie about these things :S! I'll get you a cookie :) ). Um, other than that, I'm feeling good. My alarm clock definitely works but the thing is that I can't get myself OUT of the bed the second time when I curl back into my sheets. I feel like I don't have any motivation to do anything and it's starting to affect me. I don't want it to but it is. But I think that by putting a curfew on myself I'm going to be able to straighten up and fly right (is that the phrase?). Well, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I'm going back to Toronto will be Oct. 8th to watch Les Mis with my family and then again for commencement. Oh, I can't wait to see all of them faces again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112717203827554036?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112717203827554036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112717203827554036&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112717203827554036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112717203827554036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/stuff-and-stuff.html' title='Stuff and stuff'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112701432949453021</id><published>2005-09-17T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:06:58.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly One Month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...until my birthday!!! While I am only turning 18, it IS one year before 19 which means I'm getting closer to going to a bar (legally!). Today has been pretty interesting. I first went to lunch with my grandparents, then went to Markville mall to do some shopping. I bought myself some more clothes (including another pair of jeans), and another wall clock for the hammytown house living room (I donated my coke clock for now). Abby, mom and I then went to Market Village (on a Saturday afternoon!!! meaning DEATH IN THE PARKING LOT!!!) and I got myself one loud-ass alarm clock (it's a disney alarm clock too!). I also got myself a $10 calling card (1 cent/minute, good for 3 months), and a pair of awesome monkey slippers from metro square. After that, we went to go watch an acrobatic show in Nathan Phillips Square in celebration of the&lt;a href="http://toronto.ca/special_events/anniversary/index.htm"&gt; 40th birthday of the new city hall&lt;/a&gt;. It was FRIKKIN AMAZING. There were helium balls with people hanging everywhere doing crazy acrobatics, people playing with fire/fireworks, crazy dancing, and people dancing INSIDE helium balls!! There were other performances during the night, but this was definitely the featured one. This performance was called Of Angels and Light by Italy's Studio Festi and it was very obvious that it was something NOT from North America. I don't think Americans could ever think of anything this abstract or extravagent.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm reading up on some bio and I'm going back to Hammytown tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112701432949453021?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112701432949453021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112701432949453021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112701432949453021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112701432949453021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/exactly-one-month.html' title='Exactly One Month...'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112690186576666587</id><published>2005-09-16T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:17:45.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sleep is more important than studying"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was a tip that a third year friend from my algebra class said. I told him that I missed my earlier classes because I didn't get to bed until 4 am the night before. I've been such a bad child...missing classes already. I hate myself for that because I can't even wake up when I get out of bed to turn off my alarm clock. I lack self control and am totally going insane. Classes haven't really gotten too hard core yet, and I'm really enjoying psych (for like the 2 classes I was there for) because they're reviewing the brain which is exactly that I want to get into. I've only been to one chem class so far (don't know how many there have been) and I think most of it was review :S. Oh well, I'm going home later today with Sanjee on the GO bus and I'm going to buy myself the LOUDEST ALARM EVER that won't stop beeping until I leave the room to go to the washroom. I wish there was such thing.....*nudge nudge* someone invent the damn thing! I can't wait to get home and hopefully see you guys again. Even though it's only been two weeks (not even?) since I've seen you guys, it's still so overwhelming not seeing some of you everyday and gossiping about stupid things that have travelled and got twisted through the grapevine. It's also very overwhelming at first on how fast and how much information some of the lectures give you. I'm sure I mentioned bio earlier in some post..well, I missed bio class yesterday MEANING I probably missed entire chapter 3...right now we're learning about proteins and amino acids (the stuff that I DON'T like learning). Plus I missed chem too and we learnt all of chapter 7 almost last class (on quantum mechanics) and yea, I'm going down the shit hole people!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112690186576666587?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112690186576666587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112690186576666587&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112690186576666587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112690186576666587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleep-is-more-important-than-studying.html' title='&quot;Sleep is more important than studying&quot;'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112668310808287249</id><published>2005-09-14T03:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:31:48.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush rush rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's crazy how everything is going soooo fast in university. The days just seem to slip away and I just feel like I'm already starting to get behind in classes. I just hope that I wake up in time in the future so I don't miss any more classes =S. Things have been kindof confusing too, it's hard to explain, but I'm sure my closer friends would know what I'm talking about (or whoever I might have told it to).&lt;br /&gt;Went to go see Exorcism of Emily Rose tonight, it was alright and it wasn't scary at all!!! I was shocked at how UNscary it was. Um...nothing much else happened that I would like to disclose in this blog so I'll see you all later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112668310808287249?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112668310808287249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112668310808287249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112668310808287249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112668310808287249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/rush-rush-rush.html' title='Rush rush rush'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112649163852853189</id><published>2005-09-11T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:20:38.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K-OS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The K-OS concert wasn't too too bad but the opening act was just horrible. I don't even remember who it was, but it was some black guy. He didn't do much with the acoustic guitar that he used and everything he played was drowned out by the extremely loud bass. Plus his songs weren't too good either (not that I could hear any of his lyrics because of the extremely loud bass). Supposedly he sang a lot about porn. We waited in line for about half an hour and then when we finally got in, it took a little while longer for the opening act to begin. The opening act took about an hour of my life away and then waiting for K-OS took about 45 minutes. K-OS just had a really strong stage presence followed by an awesome bass player, followed by an awesome guitarist, and then followed by an awesome DJ. The whole thing just made you want to listen to him more (not like the opening act where some people were actually sitting down). Speaking of which, I thought people were really stupid for sitting down, especially if they're surrounded by hundreds of people standing.  I mean, people behind those standing right in front of the sitting people can't see them sitting there, and if there's rush to the stage for, let's say, free stuff, then they're just going to get majorly trampled. Anyways, we didn't stay for the whole concert and left for some pizza. All in all, I would give that concert a 7/10 just because of the awesome DJ and guitarist and bass player during K-OS' performance and also the person(s) I was with. Great fun =). Classes start again tomorrow and I'm really not looking forward to it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112649163852853189?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112649163852853189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112649163852853189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112649163852853189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112649163852853189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/k-os.html' title='K-OS'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112637977160443552</id><published>2005-09-10T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:16:11.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So classes started on Thursday and yesterday I kindof missed both of my classes because they were in the morning and I went clubbing that night until almost 3 am. The club we went to was Club 77 and I got an all-ages ticket for it. What they do to separate the underage people from the 19+, is to draw a giant X on each other with a sharpie. The thing was, in the girl's bathroom all of the girls in there were wiping it off with no problem. The club consisted mostly of brown people and Sanjee and I met an old friend....anyone remember Prasath? But yea, he's a little rounder than before and he was already drunk when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went on a bus with a friend and we just wandered downtown Hamilton. It was a lot of fun and I learnt some more about the bus routes in Hamilton (which are actually better than the TTC). Afterwards, we went to the hypnotist show starting Mike Mendel, who I believe is doing a tour around all the different campuses for frosh week since I believe two other people mentioned he was performing. It was really awesome seeing these people do all this stuff and not remember a thing. There was this one guy who was really drastic with everything and we kindof stalked behind him to see his reaction when he got outside. When we were still inside the gym he was like, "man, I thought there was going to be a show but I guess ther was only one! That really sucks!!" and while he was talking, people kept doing this impression that Mendel did that would scare the crap out of everyone. He flinched everytime he saw that and he had no idea why. Once he got outside of the gym, he said, "OMG!! I WAS on stage!!! Wow, it's all coming back to me now..." There was this other guy who Mendel kept picking on and it was soooo hilarous. (ex. "Why did you push me man? Do you think it's funny?!?!"...did he do this in any of the other shows?) After that was over we were trying to find a kegger happening at some street but I think the cops got to it way before we got there (which was around 2).&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the K-OS Concert and I'll probably be going to that, I hope it's a lot of fun. I can't believe Welcome Week is over, I got so sick of it in the middle of the week but now that it's over I don't want classes to start. Speaking of classes, my algebra course is really pissing me off right now. I HAD to buy a new book because the ISBN number was different and I had to spend another extra $40 for this book. Argh!! I just hope this year doesn't suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112637977160443552?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112637977160443552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112637977160443552&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112637977160443552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112637977160443552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112616136400840138</id><published>2005-09-08T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:36:04.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just to bring you up to date from my last entry, the Sam Roberts concert sucked, and we left for a while. Afterwards, we went back when he left and watched the Longest Yard starring Adam Sandler (I think I made him shit himself! hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;So later on today will be the start of my classes! My earliest classes are at 8:30 on Mondays and Wdnesdays so I'm not too worried about not waking up on time.&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was Clubfest, MSU Airbands, PJ Parade and a Comedy Festival. I missed some Clubfest this morning because I slept in but for the most part there were just lots of tables with lots of different clubs to check out. I signed up for a couple of them and I guess only time and amount of committment will tell if I want to be in those clubs. Also, I want to try out for Varsity Badminton so I'm a little bit stoked for that. The MSU Airbands was also pretty interesting. What happens is that the different tribs and faculties have their own little group that acts/dances to music on a stage while 5 judges judge how well they do. Most of them were pretty creative and sent a message of how to make mac yours. The PJ Parade (a.k.a. the Kissing Parade) was a lot of fun. It turns out that the flip flops that I bought from Ardene's weren't as comfortable as I thought they would be. But anyways, for the parade, the first years walk along the streets for about an hour and people actually stand by the curb to recieve kisses from us! It was a lot of fun and I got a puff of smoke from a hooka (sp?) in my face this one time. Most of the people were pretty drunk already so it was a little bit uncomfortable sometimes because they smelt pretty bad. After that, I went home and finally broke open my box of instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;The Comedy Festival was HILARIOUS and I'm still amazed at all the funny stand-up material that these people have. This one guy, Scott Something, kept swearing which was funny but sometimes it was a little bit over excessive. After THAT was done, I watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith and here I am!! Now I'm really tired and got about 6 hours of sleep =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all later!!&lt;br /&gt;*follow the beaver, beaver, beaver, follow the beaver!* *clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112616136400840138?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112616136400840138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112616136400840138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112616136400840138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112616136400840138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112604317034331973</id><published>2005-09-06T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:46:10.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get A Little Bit Pyscho! S-C-I-C-O!</title><content type='html'>Today was Faculty Day where you spend time with your faculty (Science) instead of your tribe (SOCS). I met a lot of people but I was so tired that I didn't really want to participate in a lot of the cheering. There was this one game that we played in different teams where we had to tie clothes together to form the longest line. The clothes however had to be provided by the team, and most people just took off their socks and shoes. I knew that we weren't going to win that way so I decided to be one of two people to actually use their pants. I had on my faculty shirt which was a medium which covered my butt so I wasn't too scared of showing off my underwear. In the end, we ranked second out of all the teams. Oh, I forgot to mention that the way they made the teams was that they give you an element before this introductory thingy they had in a lecture room. I got Tantalum (number 73) and we had the suckiest cheer EVER. It was T-AAAAA, T-AAAAA, Tantalizing Tantalum! Bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;I learnt some more cheers today for our faculty like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINE! SINE! COSINE! SINE! 3.14159! WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other cheers like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TO THE LEFT! STEP TO THE RIGHT! GO EQUILIBRIUM! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yea, they're all pretty nerdy cheers hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112604317034331973?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112604317034331973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112604317034331973&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112604317034331973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112604317034331973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/lets-get-little-bit-pyscho-s-c-i-c-o.html' title='Let&apos;s Get A Little Bit Pyscho! S-C-I-C-O!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112589764521364543</id><published>2005-09-05T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:20:45.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;So far, I'm not having too much fun for Welcome Week. Today was the first day and I didn't really meet a lot of new people (unforcibly anyways). Because I'm living off campus, I'm part of the tribe called SOCS (Society of Off-Campus Students). I was really excited and interested because the reps had a lot of enthusiasm, but it was really hard to meet new people for some reason. Sometimes it just comes naturally to start talking to someone, but I just seem to be an outcast. This isn't a really good start to my Welcome Week but I hope that it gets better. The schedule for today was: SOCS Off Campus connection, BBQ lunch, Carnival, MAC Connector then SOCS Social at the Quarters Pub. For most of it, I talked to some people and the Mac Connector was the big event that made all the tribes meet each other and hopefully for the students to meet new people. I did meet a lot of people, but after the event was over, it was just the same as before (to me anyways). The Mac Connector ended about 7:30 and by the time people got settled it was about 8, so the SOCS people started heading towards the Quarters Pub. The place was pretty awesome but the one guy that I was talking to kindof ditched me to sit with these other people. At first I didn't really think much about it because I saw him chatting with them earlier that day. I sat at a table with these two other girls and I was having a good time talking to them but they wanted to leave because they were meeting some people. I too didn't really want to stay because I wasn't really having a good time at all and I just walked home alone. Came home, ate lots of pasta and vegged on the couch. I think I ate so much that I almost puked, but I don't really want to forcibly make myself vomit because that will only lead to bad and terrible things. I just hope that tomorrow is a more exciting day and to finally meet some people! The problem is that a lot of the SOCS people already know each other and you can already see all the different groups. I just don't feel like I fit into any of them.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the two "troll" girls still haven't moved in yet and I'm starting to think that they're probably going to move in during next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112589764521364543?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112589764521364543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112589764521364543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112589764521364543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112589764521364543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-week.html' title='Welcome Week'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112570001783622640</id><published>2005-09-02T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:26:57.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day Part 2</title><content type='html'>So now I am officially moved in to my new house. I think my room looks great; I just need to put up the rest of up hot hot posters and it's all done! I even have a coke clock to set the mood of the room. Still getting used to my surroundings though. I met one of my other house mates (John: he's big and could possibly be a bouncer or something) and of course Matt who owns the place. There are still two girls that live in the basement (we call them "troll girls") and I still need to meet them. My parents bought a lot of food for me and just for me. I feel bad having all that food so I think in the end I'm going to be sharing it with the rest of the house. &lt;br /&gt;In other news....the gas prices are KILLING ME!!! And I'm wearing my New Orleans shirt that I got with Robyn last April. It just makes me remember the good times we had in New Orleans and how so many other schools won't experience something like this again because of Katrina and the horrible looting and stuff. Some police officers are actually quitting because they feel like they're not making any progress!!!Bye bye New Orleans!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112570001783622640?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112570001783622640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112570001783622640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112570001783622640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112570001783622640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-day-part-2.html' title='Moving Day Part 2'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112563174290227552</id><published>2005-09-01T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:29:02.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day Part 1</title><content type='html'>I moved all the Ikea furniture today into my new room and it took me and my mom about 5 hours to clean the entire room from top to bottom and build all of the furniture. I'm surprised that I didn't leave with any splinters (none that I could feel anyways)and I only got a few scratches from board corners. Tomorrow I move all my electronics, books, etc. and sleep there. It felt kindof strange at my grandparents' tonight for dinner because they kept saying that this was the first time I "moved out" of the house and it does kindof make me sad. My walls are a little barren because I took down some posters to bring to Hamilton with me (and hopefully to FINALLY put up my Johnny Depp and two other Aragorn posters that I have). I told Sanjee I was going to help him with his move-in on Saturday into his DORM ROOM and then I have to go find the bookstore to buy my lots o' textbooks. &lt;br /&gt;I missed going to the beach today with people and I'm kindof sad. It seemed like they were having so much fun!! I hope we can do something like this next year since we're getting out of university by the end of April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112563174290227552?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112563174290227552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112563174290227552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112563174290227552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112563174290227552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-day-part-1.html' title='Moving Day Part 1'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112553238744390123</id><published>2005-08-31T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:53:07.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last full day in Toronto...</title><content type='html'>...for maybe a week or something close to that. &lt;br /&gt;I'm moving furniture out tomorrow sleeping in TO, and then moving all the clothes and stuff on Friday and staying in Hammytown (hammy! i haven't forgotten about you! *sniff*). I hope I get along with my housemates because if I don't, there is no way out of it at all =S. I just hope someone is actually in the house when I move stuff tomorrow because I'm moving all the big Ikea furniture stuff...that I can't wait to build!!! For some reason I always find building Ikea furniture to be very calming, but the bad thing is that it's only calming when I do it all by myself. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Pacific Mall and Market Village today with Stella and Neena, and later met up with Tiff and Web. We had a lot of fun; Neena cut her hair, I found Coca-cola earrings (yes, another pair! and they're squishy!), and had a final hurrah with some friends before I left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112553238744390123?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112553238744390123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112553238744390123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112553238744390123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112553238744390123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-full-day-in-toronto.html' title='Last full day in Toronto...'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112545382692938242</id><published>2005-08-30T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:03:46.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I-K-E-A part 2</title><content type='html'>So I went with my mom again today to Ikea to finally buy my bed. It's one of those beds that are pretty enclosed on three of the sides so it's kindof like a sofa but also kindof like a bed. It's good because then I can use it as both! Other than that, we went to Walmart to buy some more stuff and I couldn't find my coca-cola clock! It was soo frikkin awesome and the only Walmart I saw it in was in the one across the street from Markville Mall. &lt;br /&gt;It hasn't really hit me that I'm starting to move out on Thursday. We had the whole summer to spend with friends and say our goodbyes, but now it's like I don't have time! I feel like I'm not really don't high school yet because I don't really feel like I've even finished that level of my life yet...but I have!!! And my mom says that university is going to finish in a blink of an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112545382692938242?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112545382692938242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112545382692938242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112545382692938242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112545382692938242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-k-e-part-2.html' title='I-K-E-A part 2'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112524624124543130</id><published>2005-08-28T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:24:01.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasabi!!</title><content type='html'>A bunch of us went to All-you-can-eat sushi yesterday and it was soooOOOooo delicious! We ate soo much and it only cost about $26 a person which is a pretty good deal. Before then, a smaller bunch of us wanted to go to the beach and while we were waiting for a certain person in the subway it could really cloudy outside and started to rain. It's not supposed to rain!!! We walked around the Eaton Centre a bit and hung out at Indigo where I bought Wicked (finally!) with the gift certificated I got from my birthday (thank you!). Today is move-in day for Jeff and Robyn and I'm going to miss not seeing them everyday! But as long as we keep in touch I think it'll be alright. I just hope it's not too much to adjust to when I move in on the 2nd..and I hope to leave no strings attached from home when I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112524624124543130?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112524624124543130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112524624124543130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112524624124543130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112524624124543130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/08/wasabi.html' title='Wasabi!!'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112524372758418556</id><published>2005-08-28T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:15:09.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daric and Danny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of you guys already know the story about Daric and Danny, but if you don't, let me recap. It was last summer in August and I just finished my volunteering at Sicks Kids for the day and had met up with Abby to eat lunch in Nathan Phillips Square (it was Tasty Tuesday I believe). We got our food and went into the lobby of City Hall where it was quiet to gourge ourselves. We sat in front of th elevator where the only bench was and when we were about to leave, two guys walk up to us and ask, "Would you like to be witnesses at a wedding?". I had no other plans and my sister didn't have to go back to work yet so we said "sure!".&lt;br /&gt;We get up to the 3rd floor of City Hall where the "wedding chapel" is and waited in line behind an indian couple with a huge family. We got acquainted with the two guys and they were actually very very nice. Their names were Daric and Danny and they came all the way from San Francisco to get married.When the wedding finished, Abby had used up all the memory on their digital camera and we had to delete some so they could take pictures of us signing the witness papers. Afterwards, they bought us ice cream downstairs and gave us their card and said that if we ever went to San Francisco we should call them. Abby was cleaning out her wallet one day when I was working and she found the card. We realized that we haven't talked to them in a year so we emailed them to see if they still remembered us. Here's an excerpt from the email they sent:&lt;br /&gt;" We had fun on August 12, our anniversary. Since it's a "paper" anniversary, we gave each other a giant world atlas since we both love traveling so much AND an Oxford English Dictionary ( the kind that defines every word in the English language and provides a magnifying glass to read them!) I also gave Danny a Toronto city flag that I ordered from Canada. We had a fun dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, so it was quite a celebration...Danny and I still get along great -- must be your "bridesmaid magic!"&lt;br /&gt;Danny (the one in the brown) is actually an actor and he's currently doing a 7-hour production of Dickens' Nicholas Nickleby at the California Shakespeare Theatre and the two of them just bought a parrotlet to mate with their other parrotlet (small parrots that weigh less than an ounce).&lt;br /&gt;I posted some pictures. One of them is from the day of the wedding and the other one is from their trip to Iceland in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112524372758418556?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112524372758418556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112524372758418556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112524372758418556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112524372758418556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/08/daric-and-danny.html' title='Daric and Danny'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112508704022244185</id><published>2005-08-26T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:10:40.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just came back from my first facial and I have to say that it was the most relaxing thing I've done this summer. The place Abby and I went to was Tonyc in Fairview Mall; I went there one other time for my pedicure and I loved the spa atmosphere that it had. The facial itself was really interesting and very soothing. At one point, the woman put a mask on my face and then two warm towels on top and told me to take a nap for about 15 minutes. I had such a good nap during those 15 minutes, better than the sleep (or the lack of) I've been experiencing for the past couple of days. The facial that I had was the deep pore cleansing one and it cost $65 a person. Now I can't touch my face or go into the sun for too long until tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112508704022244185?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112508704022244185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112508704022244185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112508704022244185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112508704022244185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/08/facial.html' title='Facial'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112495138272017426</id><published>2005-08-25T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T02:29:42.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great party you guys</title><content type='html'>Thanks a lot for all those who came (which was 14 people!)! I had a really good time and I hope everyone did too. For those of you who didn't come, let me recap on some stuff that we did.&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a fairly good number of people over, we had some drinks, chilled in the living room, played some ping pong, MJ, etc. etc. Robyn, Steph and I took my dad's huge MDX to Price Choppers and stocked up on some food. We got some really cheap pizzas but later discovered that we were jipped because the pizza's were really small, even though the box was the same size as Delissio pizza boxes. We also bought a 4L tub of vanilla ice cream and we all had some ice cream floats. There was a little bit more drinking, a little bit more drugging at the park, and at one point, we were all at the park to just chill. The non-smokers played on the swings and chatted on the playground. We went back when we got really hungry =(. I didn't really want to get to drunk before I had something to eat, and so most of us got into two cars and we went to Pho's at Bamburgh Gardens for some quick meals. The food was good, the conversation was good (in the sense of we kept having stuff to talk about). After that, we all went back, and Adam had two of us other friends over, and a bunch of us played Twister. It was really interesting because i ended up being the only girl playing since one was sick and two others were sleeping and there were only four girls at this party (at that time, one left earlier). &lt;br /&gt;After all the hilarious and disastrous moments, we all kindof calmed down and started getting really sleepy. Some stayed up and watched I Not Stupid (I didn't find it that good because that fat kid REALLY pissed me off, I really hate kids like that...even though I have to admit that the kid that could draw was really adorable). We got to bed around 6 in the morning (the sun was rising) and we mostly got up around noon-ish. By the time I got downstairs, the majority of the people were already awake except for one. Dali and JJ were nice enough to make breakfast and also to go buy some food for lunch. They got some bacon and cheese burgers and they were really REALLY delicious (props to Dali for some excellent BBQing). By this time, there weren't a lot of people left since two people left around 8 in the morning and two others left after the burger eating. So there were 5 of us left, and we wanted to go do something. Since Fairview has cheap movie tickets we decided to go watch The 40 year-old Virgin. Dali and Darrell went ahead to the theatre to buy the tickets while JJ and I went to drop Tiff off at her house. We drove back and I was glad that JJ was impressed with my driving skills (good to know that some white guys don't think that all asian ppl follow the horrible driving sterotype). The movie itself was pretty hilarious, and it's one of those movies that don't require a lot of thinking and it's just stupid to watch (Like Harold and Kumar! But not as good of course). After that, I said my goodbyes to the guys and went home and then to my grandparents for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Then when dinner finished and Abby and I were about to go home,Tiff called and we met up with her to go to The Keg for some cheap(-ish)desserts. I had a Crispy Lemon Cheescake and it was soooo delicious. After that, we wanted to go do something and loitered in front of the Keg for about an hour before we decided to go to Shoppers for some nailpolish and then go home. &lt;br /&gt;So that was it. I can't believe I won't be seeing so many of you for soo long (hopefully commencement!) I'm not ready to say all my goodbyes yet  and I want to do something again! Except not at my house because it's too close to when my parents are coming home. So I'm thinking of doing something on Saturday, maybe go downtown or something. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if anyone asks, I didn't have a party that lasted two days that included alcohol and sleeping over. I actually just had Tiffany and Anthony over to watch some Steven Chow movies *shifts eyes*. It sucked because my dad called right when someone rang the door bell and he was like "who was that?". I feel horrible but I had to do what I had to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112495138272017426?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112495138272017426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112495138272017426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112495138272017426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112495138272017426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-party-you-guys.html' title='Great party you guys'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8666820.post-112468658079968997</id><published>2005-08-22T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:56:20.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye...</title><content type='html'>So long, farewell to my parents. I hope they have a GREAT time in Ireland until the 29th...but until then, I'm home alone with my sister. Sometimes I think that's a great thing because we can be totally crazy and no one can stop us. But sometimes it just sucks because all of a sudden one of us is in one of those horrible PMS mood swings and there's no one to stop the arguments or fights. None has happened and I hope none start! &lt;br /&gt;The party is still on for Tuesday and if you haven't checked your email about it...check it now! NOW!!! *clears throat* Anyways, before my parents left, my mom took Abby and I to business depot to get some last second buys (it was a 15% discount today at BDs) We got ink cartridges, laptop backpacks (made by the swiss army company) and laptop locks. &lt;br /&gt;There was the most incompentent person helping us for the ink cartridges. I was off looking at ipod stuff when my mom goes to get the cartridges. She asks this one woman (blonde, white, possibly late 40s?...and still working at Business Depot?!) and she looks through that little booklet with all the different models and the cartridges they take. My mom said "hp psc 750", the woman looks through it and says "ok, it should be number 12 (or some other obscure number)." &lt;br /&gt;Mom: Hmm, do they still have those colour and black ink duel packages?&lt;br /&gt;Dumb Salesclerk: Um, I don't think they sell those anymore together because it's such an old model. &lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm a little confused since we bought this brand new printer at the beginning of my gr. 12 year so...wtf? I went over to the little booklet to see where the hell this woman saw this model. She was actually in the HP Fax section and was looking at that. I kept saying, "um, but this is the fax section, we have a printer/copier/scanner". But she kept defending herself by saying "oh, but this is the model, HP 750". I flip to the Printer/Scanner/Copier section and TADA!! There is OUR printer with the RIGHT cartridge numbers...and yes, they still sell them in duel packages. Afterwards, the sales clerk said, "you can get the Business depot cartridges for about $10 less". My mom and I discuss a little bit because we weren't sure whether to get reused cartridges that Business Depot is reselling without telling HP about it. We decide against and get new cartridges for $10 more because the cartridges can last me for almost the entire year. We tell this to the sales clerk and she gives us the "ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING STUPID?!" look that I HAAATTTEEEE. We get the stuff and leave and I wished I punched that useless blonde idiotic sales clerk in her inch thick makeup face. &lt;br /&gt;After that, my mom and I dropped my sister off at her boyfriend's house and we went to Bridlewood to check out some boomboxes on sale in The Source a.k.a Radioshack. It wasn't open yet so we checked out K-Mart which was next door. I bought myself some really REALLY comfy Serta pillows and a winne the pooh pillow case and matching twin bed cover set. It is SOOOOOO adorable. There definitely goes my colour scheme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8666820-112468658079968997?l=cokeobsessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/feeds/112468658079968997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8666820&amp;postID=112468658079968997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112468658079968997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8666820/posts/default/112468658079968997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cokeobsessed.blogspot.com/2005/08/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye...'/><author><name>barbara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcqv5OlnOhU/SfKMt5h3o1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bXOJ91hmf7Q/S220/n72602792_33639674_5869.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
