<?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-42044109686509540</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:19:55.523-07:00</updated><category term='mtv movie awards eminem'/><category term='paparazzi'/><category term='lady gaga'/><category term='rain'/><category term='browns'/><category term='prom'/><category term='wizard dress'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='kristen stewart'/><category term='french connection'/><category term='new moon trailer'/><category term='balmain inspired sandals'/><category term='santogold'/><category term='shove it'/><title type='text'>Secret Life Of.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-8242278224292660970</id><published>2010-09-07T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:12:54.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 8. FUCK OFF</title><content type='html'>Eat my fuckking shit yo. I'm saying get the fuck out of my dreams. I know you're out of my life. GREAT. Now make the second and most important step, and get out of my head. I'd kill cats for that to happen. PLZ&amp;TY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-8242278224292660970?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/8242278224292660970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=8242278224292660970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/8242278224292660970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/8242278224292660970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-8-fuck-off.html' title='September 8. FUCK OFF'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-397466447753761793</id><published>2010-03-09T00:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:41:14.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 9. BOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/S5YJnofaJHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/etMCAw7sono/s1600-h/DSC06040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/S5YJnofaJHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/etMCAw7sono/s400/DSC06040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446551375839896690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THIS BOY SO CUTE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-397466447753761793?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/397466447753761793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=397466447753761793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/397466447753761793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/397466447753761793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-9-boo.html' title='March 9. BOO'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/S5YJnofaJHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/etMCAw7sono/s72-c/DSC06040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-6192121197692089245</id><published>2010-03-09T00:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:39:49.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 9. Physics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/S5YJTiwNVNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZOyt3t_gpQ8/s1600-h/DSC06080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/S5YJTiwNVNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZOyt3t_gpQ8/s400/DSC06080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446551030702363858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILLS ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-6192121197692089245?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/6192121197692089245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=6192121197692089245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/6192121197692089245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/6192121197692089245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-9-physics.html' title='March 9. Physics'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/S5YJTiwNVNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZOyt3t_gpQ8/s72-c/DSC06080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-789680660704881108</id><published>2009-11-08T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:25:08.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 9. WOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1LFkf4NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jd9zdHItZuI/s1600-h/DSC05608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1LFkf4NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jd9zdHItZuI/s400/DSC05608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401985480132649170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love love love this colour so much, and it dries oh so fast! the colour is CORAL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1LGWOm_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LPkDhq0RDvc/s1600-h/DSC05607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1LGWOm_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LPkDhq0RDvc/s400/DSC05607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401985480341232626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polka-brass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1KzZSlwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7hFT0RImBKE/s1600-h/DSC05605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1KzZSlwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7hFT0RImBKE/s400/DSC05605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401985475253802754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Covergirl Outlast Lip Stain ! Its cool but it literally STAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1Ks1gtUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ySBzCdzrOMw/s1600-h/DSC05603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1Ks1gtUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ySBzCdzrOMw/s400/DSC05603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401985473493120322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PILES AND PILES OF LAUNDRY TO BE FOLDED :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1KTArAlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EM7Ey__P0js/s1600-h/DSC05601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1KTArAlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EM7Ey__P0js/s400/DSC05601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401985466560610898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testing the new red lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-789680660704881108?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/789680660704881108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=789680660704881108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/789680660704881108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/789680660704881108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-9-woo.html' title='November 9. WOO'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sve1LFkf4NI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jd9zdHItZuI/s72-c/DSC05608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-840158259089844885</id><published>2009-10-14T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:37:03.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15. Bestfriends</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you are familiar with this but there are cases when a girl or a guy seems to have a "bestfriend" in the opposite sex. I mean OKAY, great, call it that if you'd like. But what bothers me the effing most is when this one subject has a significant other and the so-called "bestfriend" is one that is the opposite sex (if he/she is heterosexual that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? WHY be bestfriends? Why not mother fuckking date? Let's say Harold over here is dating Tina, and they're oh-so into each other, or so they say. But hang the fuck on, Harold is "bestfriends" with this girl Leah. Now here is the batshiatting problem. If Leah has the qualities one would have that Harold admires for her to be his "best"friend, why can't he date her? Is she too grotesque looking? Is she ten years younger? Does *not* fuckking matter! No excuse, why beat around the bush and have Tina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends? Understandable. But singling her out as his "best"friend? I don't see the SENSE. If Harold thinks so highly of Leah *enough* to signify her out of all his other friends, why not freaking date? My exboyfriend and I were bestfriends with EACH OTHER. We believed that we enojoyed each others company as friends and as lovers. We also trusted each other, as friends, and as lovers. We also spent time together, as friends, and as lovers. We had petty arguments, as friends, and as lovers. We BOTH believed that each of us finds qualities in each other thats suitable and admirable that "Yes, we are best friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold, you're full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-840158259089844885?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/840158259089844885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=840158259089844885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/840158259089844885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/840158259089844885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-15-bestfriends.html' title='October 15. Bestfriends'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-4172078472064853974</id><published>2009-07-28T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:12:05.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 28. Good weather must be taken advantage of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sm9Z76Me5_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mw7Vof3RB34/s1600-h/DSC04919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sm9Z76Me5_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mw7Vof3RB34/s400/DSC04919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363604566990317554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sm9Z7Y08mkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/n4YEK_CxJGU/s1600-h/DSC04914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sm9Z7Y08mkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/n4YEK_CxJGU/s400/DSC04914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363604558033230402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sm9Z7NbEaKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LOpZdZvq9Mg/s1600-h/DSC04915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sm9Z7NbEaKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LOpZdZvq9Mg/s400/DSC04915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363604554971900066" 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/42044109686509540-4172078472064853974?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/4172078472064853974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=4172078472064853974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/4172078472064853974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/4172078472064853974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-28-good-weather-must-be-taken.html' title='July 28. Good weather must be taken advantage of.'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/Sm9Z76Me5_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/mw7Vof3RB34/s72-c/DSC04919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-839941781973564228</id><published>2009-07-21T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:46:32.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 21. Emma Watson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwe0ohtjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gc4o08aw3CM/s1600-h/N2481427391021635_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwe0ohtjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gc4o08aw3CM/s320/N2481427391021635_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360955343769810482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwePp5JUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3oiwnPvGpmc/s1600-h/N2481427391021635_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwePp5JUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3oiwnPvGpmc/s320/N2481427391021635_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360955333843428674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwd7s1isI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SCKQhYa5954/s1600-h/N2481427391021635_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwd7s1isI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SCKQhYa5954/s320/N2481427391021635_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360955328487066306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwdkpygCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Fd3BAeexmng/s1600-h/N2481427391021635_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwdkpygCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Fd3BAeexmng/s320/N2481427391021635_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360955322300268578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson is GORGEOUS!! Does anyone else agree? I've been creeping up on some pictures of her and i am especially attracted to the photos she took with Vogue. These are the ones that just fancied me the most -- there are more in the magazine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *love* the way she puts her clothes together. Always leaning towards what's feminie and spicing it up with real edgy shoes. It separates the outfit from what looks too matronly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-839941781973564228?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/839941781973564228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=839941781973564228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/839941781973564228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/839941781973564228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-21-emma-watson.html' title='July 21. Emma Watson'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmXwe0ohtjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Gc4o08aw3CM/s72-c/N2481427391021635_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-5447074715845855861</id><published>2009-07-17T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:39:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 18. Yoga</title><content type='html'>My friend Victoria and I decided to go to Yoga together to compensate the lack of physical involvement in our lives, mostly mines. She's pretty much an all around athlete, and is able to try out anything so I figured I would ask her to go with me and she didn't even think twice -- immediately agreed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the painstaking task of finding a spec of free time we both could fill in Yoga together, we eventually set up a date and decided to go for quite an intermediate type, which was Ashtanga I/II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, what a work out. We arrived 5 minutes late, so we got no time to stretch now as far as I know I've been dealing with the consequences -- meaning aching biceps, aching shoulders. aching/sore EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..can't wait for my next class!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFfkel0WVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2QHFY8hO-JI/s1600-h/DSC04846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFfkel0WVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2QHFY8hO-JI/s320/DSC04846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359670111839213906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry, i wasn'nt able to get a full bodyshot.. i was alone you see :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-5447074715845855861?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/5447074715845855861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=5447074715845855861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/5447074715845855861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/5447074715845855861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-18-yoga.html' title='July 18. Yoga'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFfkel0WVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2QHFY8hO-JI/s72-c/DSC04846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-6502966552169665452</id><published>2009-07-17T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:32:33.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 18. A Summer Affair</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy with so much shit, one of them being summer school -- I am taking FAH272 which is Modern Architecture from 1740. I just recently had to take photos for a worksheet and i would like to shareeee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFdhXwSopI/AAAAAAAAADo/iJ6fTLNpNoI/s1600-h/DSC04861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFdhXwSopI/AAAAAAAAADo/iJ6fTLNpNoI/s320/DSC04861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359667859441230482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hart House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFdhO3RSNI/AAAAAAAAADg/kHHNrMXVX5E/s1600-h/DSC04821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFdhO3RSNI/AAAAAAAAADg/kHHNrMXVX5E/s320/DSC04821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359667857054582994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier's Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFc3Y--uGI/AAAAAAAAADY/4YRaaXgjlZY/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFc3Y--uGI/AAAAAAAAADY/4YRaaXgjlZY/s320/DSC04847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359667138216769634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Borden Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFc3P2pKTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FE01SeLiquY/s1600-h/DSC04808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFc3P2pKTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FE01SeLiquY/s320/DSC04808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359667135765883186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hart House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFc2wpCpII/AAAAAAAAADI/1cljvfqdQc0/s1600-h/DSC04789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFc2wpCpII/AAAAAAAAADI/1cljvfqdQc0/s320/DSC04789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359667127387333762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the few ones from the hundreds i took! Look at that beautiful Ionic column from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lillian Massey Dept. of Household Science&lt;/span&gt;! All buildings belong to the University of Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Reading '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Summer Affair&lt;/span&gt;' by ERIN HILDERBRAND -- good read. Hence, title&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-6502966552169665452?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/6502966552169665452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=6502966552169665452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/6502966552169665452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/6502966552169665452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-18-summer-affair.html' title='July 18. A Summer Affair'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SmFdhXwSopI/AAAAAAAAADo/iJ6fTLNpNoI/s72-c/DSC04861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-104896046998951322</id><published>2009-06-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:52:12.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 3. Fugly day</title><content type='html'>Today was not as good as I hoped it would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-104896046998951322?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/104896046998951322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=104896046998951322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/104896046998951322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/104896046998951322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-3-fugly-day.html' title='June 3. Fugly day'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-2398939445979439043</id><published>2009-06-01T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:12:32.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtv movie awards eminem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kristen stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon trailer'/><title type='text'>June 1. New fuckking TRAILER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I watched the MTV movie awards, but i missed the first 30 minutes. So forget the fact that "bruno" intended to fall on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; -- not the mention ass in his face -- that caused him to leave the show. Real? Staged? Who knows, but it was AWKWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;OH and also neglect the winning streak that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; had the entire night -- it just goes to show that people/teenagers don't *care* about how the movie did. Personally, big homage should have been given to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;, the author, the one who started the rave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJ9afRgToxE&amp;amp;feature=haxa_popt00ca07"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; NEW MOON TRAILER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;..chillax its from youtube :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRhcoZP-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vKkWakAaOtY/s1600-h/twilight-newmoon-robin-pattionson-kirsten-stewart-taylor-lautner-88086715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRhcoZP-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vKkWakAaOtY/s320/twilight-newmoon-robin-pattionson-kirsten-stewart-taylor-lautner-88086715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342484693031403490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRhIPsNNI/AAAAAAAAACw/JhiRPmMeQ1w/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-kiss-88086571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRhIPsNNI/AAAAAAAAACw/JhiRPmMeQ1w/s320/robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-kiss-88086571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342484687559079122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRg8XP3gI/AAAAAAAAACo/lZb99xzw_IM/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-wins-best-actress-88087837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRg8XP3gI/AAAAAAAAACo/lZb99xzw_IM/s320/kristen-stewart-wins-best-actress-88087837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342484684369550850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRgQIlUFI/AAAAAAAAACg/yoM1Pz4D71U/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-best-actress-twilight-88088086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRgQIlUFI/AAAAAAAAACg/yoM1Pz4D71U/s320/kristen-stewart-best-actress-twilight-88088086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342484672496881746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Stewart! You rock, always and forever -- for dropping that award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH and i would like to give big props to Miley Cyrus' nude draped dress, paired with nude Louboutin pumps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;ALL PHOTOS WERE TAKEN FROM WWW.MTV.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-2398939445979439043?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/2398939445979439043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=2398939445979439043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/2398939445979439043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/2398939445979439043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-1-new-fuckking-trailer.html' title='June 1. New fuckking TRAILER'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRRhcoZP-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vKkWakAaOtY/s72-c/twilight-newmoon-robin-pattionson-kirsten-stewart-taylor-lautner-88086715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-7385846105529269253</id><published>2009-05-31T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:14:52.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balmain inspired sandals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paparazzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shove it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wizard dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santogold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='browns'/><title type='text'>May 31. Pa-pa-paparazzi, Prom and punk.</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else seen this episode of Gossip Girl and it was when Dan and Serena recently broke up over the fact that things weren't working out? (well what else is new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot, it was this climatic ending when the school body was giving LonelyBoy the nasty eye as Serena and her posse came in with this grand entrance? (breathe) The song that was playing was by Santogold (her new name is Santigold, changed due to some copyright shit), called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shove I&lt;/span&gt;t. Point is, LOVE IT. And another favourite of mine that was in their playlist is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt; by Lady Gaga, and the video just came out a few days ago so check that out, slight 3 minute porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQJ9Vi8GLok&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATCH IT HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my friend Anton's prom is on this Friday. I won't even mention how cheesed i am on not being able to book any appointment at *any* MAC locations, due to the fact that they are all fully booked for that day. [FML cameo goes here]&lt;br /&gt;Here is what i am wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNX3sCmfdI/AAAAAAAAABY/IbZJUBmQibw/s1600-h/DSC04584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNX3sCmfdI/AAAAAAAAABY/IbZJUBmQibw/s400/DSC04584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342210197218033106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all from FCUK -- dress is mine from two years ago, and black cardigan is lent to me by my friend Rachel xo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNYefGjNEI/AAAAAAAAABo/alZqw9wk0cM/s1600-h/DSC04587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNYefGjNEI/AAAAAAAAABo/alZqw9wk0cM/s400/DSC04587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342210863759832130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my favourite shoes, Balmain inspired, are from Browns for $178.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-7385846105529269253?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/7385846105529269253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=7385846105529269253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/7385846105529269253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/7385846105529269253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-31-pa-pa-paparazzi-prom-and-punk.html' title='May 31. Pa-pa-paparazzi, Prom and punk.'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNX3sCmfdI/AAAAAAAAABY/IbZJUBmQibw/s72-c/DSC04584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-7561063956090173226</id><published>2009-05-31T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:04:35.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 31. NEW DIRECTION</title><content type='html'>so from now on i'll *try* to be up to date with my blog and post pictures along with witty captions (obviously - or again i'll *try* to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FASHION&lt;/span&gt; is a one of the focal points in my day-to-day life, wherever i go. but cross out hopping to the nearby convenient store, or running to the neighborhood drug store for whatever it is i need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but going back to what i began with, i have constantly desired for pieces of clothing that lets me stand out among others or at least work with the simplest t-shirt or the most basic skirt and end up creating something magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interest in fashion started when i was 16 or 17, seeing that more than half of the girls from my highschool wore the same outfits, just in different colours, or by different brands. i never wanted to look like an extra from some mediocre, repetitive disney channel show. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO. i'm not going to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO i now work at FCUK for almost two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i recently bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNSefWQqHI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ls3Mhg9UK5o/s1600-h/DSC04580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNSefWQqHI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ls3Mhg9UK5o/s400/DSC04580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342204266755958898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this amazing necklace is from my boyfriend FROM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over the Rainbow&lt;/span&gt; -- really, they have the best accessories.. but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNSeWC5XXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gt4O3k9PwLs/s1600-h/DSC04578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNSeWC5XXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Gt4O3k9PwLs/s400/DSC04578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342204264258821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FCUK&lt;/span&gt; -- i got this cluster of spherical beads, $40, but i got for 50% off, as an employee. I know, pretty great discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-7561063956090173226?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/7561063956090173226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=7561063956090173226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/7561063956090173226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/7561063956090173226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-31-new-direction.html' title='May 31. NEW DIRECTION'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiNSefWQqHI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ls3Mhg9UK5o/s72-c/DSC04580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-1843089206628202251</id><published>2009-03-09T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:27:00.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 9.</title><content type='html'>I resent myself for feeling this way, this pessimism&lt;br /&gt;things aren't looking the same.&lt;br /&gt;I hope its just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-1843089206628202251?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/1843089206628202251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=1843089206628202251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/1843089206628202251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/1843089206628202251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-9.html' title='March 9.'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-5833613939561171419</id><published>2009-02-23T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:35:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 23. 1/7 Guess what sin this is?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when it reaches the slightest bit of perfection&lt;br /&gt;it seems as if it steps in the dimmest pit and somehow&lt;br /&gt;gets lost into a trance of oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;Pulls and pushes are driven from every direction&lt;br /&gt;pulverizing what were, and what will be&lt;br /&gt;becoming something unwanted and disgraceful.&lt;br /&gt;A deadly sin takes over, manifests, and controls&lt;br /&gt;every bit of emotion leaving you feel like an can of air&lt;br /&gt;The frequent visits are out of consent but the invitation&lt;br /&gt;sends itself&lt;br /&gt;One of the seven manipulates our eyes to the unlikely, the painful,&lt;br /&gt;and the lie that no one else&lt;br /&gt;is able to comprehend but yourself&lt;br /&gt;It then departs, along with the one you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-5833613939561171419?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/5833613939561171419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=5833613939561171419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/5833613939561171419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/5833613939561171419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-23-17-guess-what-sin-this-is.html' title='February 23. 1/7 Guess what sin this is?'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-3648131143468417132</id><published>2009-02-05T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:19:38.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It wasn't until today that the usual routine of how my life will be in university finally hit me. Who knew the all-nighters grew from time to time? Slap me. Cause I sure didn't.&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/42044109686509540-3648131143468417132?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/3648131143468417132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=3648131143468417132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/3648131143468417132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/3648131143468417132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-5.html' title='February 5.'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-3512023550492058258</id><published>2009-01-21T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:04:49.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 21. This Always Happens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't believe I neglected my blog -- AGAIN. Since tonight is one of those extraordinary nights I would really like to remember, I'll give myself the opportunity, and the perseverance -- to write.  Today started off with a punch, the fruit kind. I was meant to hangout with my friends from high school-- who moved on to the same university as I did-- today. Linda, a fair-skinned Peruvian beauty, and the ever-so-handsome Christopher. All three of us share this more-than-average love for clothing, which I guess makes us all love each other so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Chris and I have this irregular routine where we go to the gym every Tuesday, which is very unlikely to happen, and today was one of them -- although today's plans were much more exquisite than any other day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1:00-2:30 Gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2:30-2:45 Meet up with Beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2:45-5:00 Travel to ROM/Visit ROM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5:15-7:30 Shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:35-8:35 Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    But due to unexpected turn of events these did NOT happen, we ended up finding a replacement for Chris who was most likely hungover. So the day ended up like so (I didn't put any timestamps because I don't keep track of time):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;St.Mary's; pick up Beau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Popeyes; Kenny, Jordan, Beau, Mike, &amp;amp; Linda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ROM; Mike, Beau, &amp;amp; Linda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim Hortons; I got really thirsty&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eaton Centre; shopping -- Mike &amp;amp; Linda leave; run into my sister and her friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burger King;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOME&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Okay, so that was a really vague summarization but let me highlight somethings in there that I would really like to talk about a little bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; During the whole tour at the ROM (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Royal Ontario Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;), there were *plenty* of suggestive signs that would up my level of thirst to sky high!!! I can tell how annoying I was being because I would NOT stop ranting about how thirsty I was, you wouldn't probably have any idea on what those suggestive signs would be, but oh, you have *no* idea. I ended up drinking one large green tea from Timmies' and a venti from Starbucks. Ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    Before I trail off into an even more boring topic of conversation, we saw the Diamonds Exhibit! It was great, I mean, if you think dinosaur bones are fucking exciting, this is the cream of the crop. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Did i even say that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;) I'm not the type of girl that goes gaga over a shiny, sparkling, and not to mention *pricey* piece of rock -- but I was stunned, the amount of contribution it has done for many industries is beyond belief. There was an enclosed space in the middle of the exhibit, where they kept the most valuable items among the rest. This space was 100% steel, enclosed like a safe, with guards in every corner. When Beau and I were walking around it, there were a couple of dents, I said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I guess someone tried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;    On our way home, in the train (we were in the train #2), a few people were laughing and staring at the train before us (train #1), looking at the expressions of people who would enter train #1, realizing that there's a pile of manure from God knows what/who. It was hilarious, every stop, those people would leave train #1 and go to train #2, and there was a buildup of people who would come in and throw a series of laughs at people who would go in train #1. By the time we got to St.Clair W., the conductor over the P.A. tells everyone in train #1 to go to train #2 due to "unsanitary issues". Highlight of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-3512023550492058258?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/3512023550492058258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=3512023550492058258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/3512023550492058258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/3512023550492058258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2009/01/21-january-this-always-happens.html' title='January 21. This Always Happens!'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-8189503356023929049</id><published>2008-08-25T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:27:45.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug 25. Humanities 2008/2009; Fall Timetable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SLJet0EJ7AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PF64sN3OGkY/s1600-h/timetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 431px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SLJet0EJ7AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PF64sN3OGkY/s400/timetable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238353457748503554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-8189503356023929049?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/8189503356023929049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=8189503356023929049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/8189503356023929049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/8189503356023929049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2008/08/aug-25-humanities-20082009-fall.html' title='Aug 25. Humanities 2008/2009; Fall Timetable'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SLJet0EJ7AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PF64sN3OGkY/s72-c/timetable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-4858108043730576252</id><published>2008-08-25T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:26:02.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug 25. DRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SLJeLkJKSoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XIkSlGAL-jI/s1600-h/tudorsilkfcuk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SLJeLkJKSoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XIkSlGAL-jI/s320/tudorsilkfcuk.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238352869358979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mainproductdescription"&gt;                         &lt;div class="title"&gt;                             Tudor silk dress&lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;                             strapless fitted dress, silk ruffle detailing on front, hits mid thigh, solid&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dry clean only&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100% silk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;style code -                                 71G8Q&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;.. i can't wait for this dress to come to Canada. ( Got it off the U.S. site)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes in red, mustard and this shadow-y colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.frenchconnection.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-4858108043730576252?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/4858108043730576252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=4858108043730576252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/4858108043730576252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/4858108043730576252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2008/08/aug-25-dress.html' title='Aug 25. DRESS'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SLJeLkJKSoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XIkSlGAL-jI/s72-c/tudorsilkfcuk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-5075116777633150442</id><published>2008-07-30T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:35:17.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 30. Where have i been.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Where have I been? Nowhere important for the past few days MIA from all the constant blogging. Let's outline the things that I missed on blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Saturday, July 26: &lt;/span&gt;Family trip! The place is Sandbanks, Peterborough. Two-hour drive to the sandy beaches that are non-existent in Toronto. Say what! The outfit of the day was a white skirt with 5 buttons in the from with a garterized band which sat on my waist, over a black loose v-neck shirt topped off with a blue sleeveless cardigan (from the boyfriend). Last but not least, my white Havaianas. The storm was unpredictable -- yes, it comes and goes -- it ALSO restrained us from renting a paddle boat. Thanks a lot mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Sunday, July 27:&lt;/span&gt; FCUK -- Women's floor was my territory of the day. Suggest, suggest! That's what Rachel would always pressure on us to do. I wore my white ruffled long sleeved shirt (speaking of which, I found an alternative on wearing it casually! Hurray!), with my high-waisted denim skinnies, and the usual black peep-toe Steve Madden's. Work was good but singing along the church choir with Beau brought the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; to a whole `nother level! Honestly, he didn't really sing. When we finished up our prayers we crossed the road to Dutch Dreams. The line-up was long, what else is new? But was it worth the wait? Yes. Yes it was. We went home, brought the boyfriend with me, spotted in the livingroom with the parents. This is the day I met my grey and white friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Monday, July 28: GAP khaki shorts, and a white Reitman's shirt. Don't poke at my middle-class choice of clothing. Let's see you work it? With brown leather gladiators, the sky is the limit. I'm going to outline the day as short as possible considering that I met up with Peter, Rochelle, Kathleen and Beau at Dufferin station, rode the rocket all the way up to Kennedy -- can I mention it was  the most grieving 1-hour subway ride of my life. Silence &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; kill. Then came Alex and his lovely cousin, Carolin. Beau and I went elsewhere while the rest partied it up at PMall! I always found the idea quite funny. Who knows. Beau's pad - we watched a movie, then ate some of his mom's delicious steak, we had some fruit, then cake. Did we eat it all by ourselves? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like joining the Biggest Loser, and having to lose. Is that it? Is the day over? Not even close! I met up with Carolin and Alex when boyfriend left to his Dad's -- we rummaged for a dress we could afford for Carolin, who knew she would like the Wizard dress at FCUK? Whole complication came into play and I won't talk about because its WAY too...complicated? Anywho, that being said, we went to Keele, had a bit of ice cream while I looked for my dress to lend Carolin. From Keele we went further west to Royal York and hit it up in Henry's basement. How fun was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, July 29&lt;/span&gt;: Metro Toronto Zoo with Beau. Packed our own food as we walked around the park admiring the lovely animals behind cages (some of them). I saw a majestic elephant! Oh yes, outfit of the day was my red-orange skirt from American Apparel worn at the waist over a white Old Navy tank top, dressed up with a floral scarf. As always, the baggage is the ever-lasting Longchamp Le Pliáge bag. First time for the past couple of weeks, I finally came home before AM. We enjoy McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-5075116777633150442?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/5075116777633150442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=5075116777633150442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/5075116777633150442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/5075116777633150442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-30-where-have-i-been.html' title='July 30. Where have i been.'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-3490069933535866</id><published>2008-07-25T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:59:36.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 25. Poor organs.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    This would probably count as the most unproductive morning in my existence. Waking up at 9AM in the morning would usually get me up and going -- yes, going. Meaning I should have eaten breakfast, cleaned my room and I suppose, shower? But no. Not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was probably still asleep or maybe even dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You know what, I'll save myself from the embarrassment -- I won't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Other than that ladies and gentlemen, I work today! Hurray! Slipping those 3 inches on (Beau IM's me at this moment) and sell, sell, sell. Who would have thought I was capable of convincing people I have never met in my whole life  --to buy a dress worth $200 or more -- that she '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't even really need&lt;/span&gt;'? You might all think, "What are you talking about? You can never have enough clothes!". I agree. And you know what, I don't mind the unnecessary gesture cause once in a while I tend to do the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Buying a leather fanny pack, and getting sick of it a day later. Eventually giving it to my mom. I think I get into a state of happiness whenever I make a huge purchase. Maybe it's the thought of being able to  afford it?  Or even just knowing you have it. I'm terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Money will yank my organs out one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-3490069933535866?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/3490069933535866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=3490069933535866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/3490069933535866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/3490069933535866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-25-poor-organs.html' title='July 25. Poor organs.'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-8969501396454616852</id><published>2008-07-24T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:41:22.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 24. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SIi-UfAFzhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KQFI2Vpk_gs/s1600-h/11111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226636626692001298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SIi-UfAFzhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KQFI2Vpk_gs/s320/11111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;I lost this necklace. How else can I emphasize the fact that I really want this back? Don't say Holt Renfrew because i've rummaged every Holts for it in Toronto besides the one in Etobicoke. Help. Let me tell you this -- I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; an E-bay person. Ignore the fact that I don't own a credit card. God forbid even consider investing on one, knowing my saving skills are non-exsistent! Debit or cash. The only ways I will run my money through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/42044109686509540-8969501396454616852?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/8969501396454616852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=8969501396454616852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/8969501396454616852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/8969501396454616852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-24-what-is-it_24.html' title='July 24. I Love You'/><author><name>Late Tuesday</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00501094504055904295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SiRHAuFtEAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X6tBBDW7CsQ/S220/PICTURES3+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NR67APwUaWQ/SIi-UfAFzhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KQFI2Vpk_gs/s72-c/11111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42044109686509540.post-6666146858229587515</id><published>2008-07-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:50:30.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>July 23. I guess its the rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this would count as my first ever blog and i'm quite thrilled by the idea of having a blog. It rained frantically lastnight -- is it sort of bizarre to like the idea? I mean the chill seeping through my window felt really nice &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(that sounds OFF!!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to rant about nonsense again and even &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know thats irritating. Let me continue about how the rain made my day -- and at the same time made it less of a promising day as I hoped it would be. I have this odd fascination for animals, but I bet you my whole closet that if you bring a tiny hamster near my 10 ft. radius my hearts going to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Maybe I exagerrated a bit, but the point im trying to put out is that i'm only a big fan in terms of cages, fences, pictures, or leashes. Except for you know, puppies and kitties -- I guarantee a high pitched "aw" would be heard from me. I really got to stop ranting. I'm not even going to pause. Beau and I planned on going to Scarborough today (technically, yesterday) to visit the zoo. Not to mention pay a $20 entrance fee. But the weather decided to play around with my expectations and to bring on the precipitation! Beau was two steps ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me dull, but this is how the conversation went. I'm quite the eager one!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reena[&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;excitedly&lt;/span&gt;]: So! ZOO TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Beau: ... but it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;Reena[&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt;]: and what!? we can still go, right?!&lt;br /&gt;Beau: ...I guess, but.. wouldn't all the animals be hiding and shit?&lt;br /&gt;Reena: Oh! Yeah!... youre right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always beats me to the punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/42044109686509540-6666146858229587515?l=callmereena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/feeds/6666146858229587515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=42044109686509540&amp;postID=6666146858229587515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/6666146858229587515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/42044109686509540/posts/default/6666146858229587515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callmereena.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-24-i-guess-its-rain.html' title='July 23. 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