<?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-3405191</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:38:05.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One speck of angel dust at a time...</title><subtitle type='html'>formerly known as Blah Blah Blah Blog...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>955</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-2509776992435129744</id><published>2009-09-04T16:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:08:51.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>felt longer...</title><content type='html'>it felt like much longer since i've posted but it's only been a year and a bit, the internets makes normal time seem sooooooooo long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-2509776992435129744?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2509776992435129744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2509776992435129744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2009/09/felt-longer.html' title='felt longer...'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-5381744471212693820</id><published>2008-04-27T22:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:36:22.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>never have i seen so many people on the side of highways as I have since I've moved to NS.  like wtf?  highways are obviously for cars, there are no sidewalks, you're not suppoed to be there.  I've seen kids on bikes and sans bikes, hitchhickers, families.  Comon kids lets go for a walk in the margin btwn two lanes of 120km an hour traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One we live off of a small highway, it's more of a name than a classification,but still, no sidewalks, but lots of people walking it...in all black outfits in the dark.       That would be ok if there were some sort of 3M innovation on it.  But no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's with the hitchhikers?  do people still even pick up hitchhikers?  although I did want NW to pull over and pick up the hikers with the sign reading: we've got chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-5381744471212693820?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/5381744471212693820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/5381744471212693820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2008/04/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-2775053578144915721</id><published>2008-03-24T22:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:16:16.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>drapes</title><content type='html'>why are drapes sold in singles?  to me it makes sense for them to come in a pair?  Am I crazy.  And why are they so expensive?  like holy crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-2775053578144915721?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2775053578144915721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2775053578144915721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2008/03/drapes.html' title='drapes'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-7028683499967858264</id><published>2007-06-28T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:53:45.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a zig a zig ahhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RoPJSyX7kII/AAAAAAAAA8E/WbLHtzYVviA/s1600-h/spice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RoPJSyX7kII/AAAAAAAAA8E/WbLHtzYVviA/s320/spice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081126129201025154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to admit that I own Spice World on dvd.  I got it for $8!  I skipped class in high school to see it in theatres the day it came out.  First Junky tells me that &lt;a href="http://www.theverve.co.uk/"&gt;The Verve&lt;/a&gt; has reformed and then the &lt;a href="http://www.thespicegirls.com/en/index.html"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/a&gt; officially announce their reunion. The 90's return! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posh looks hot as usual, Mel C looks sexy as a femme dyke instead of a butch one, Geri still hasn't got the union jack dress back yet, but she substituted it for one just as oogly!  Baby has got a beebee in the oven but the black dress hides it, and Scary is looking just as scary!  My itunes has been predicting the reunion for the past few weeks, when I leave it on shuffle the Spice Girls keep coming on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-7028683499967858264?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/7028683499967858264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/7028683499967858264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/06/zig-zig-ahhh.html' title='a zig a zig ahhh...'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RoPJSyX7kII/AAAAAAAAA8E/WbLHtzYVviA/s72-c/spice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-8258171800030502288</id><published>2007-06-17T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:19:37.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p10TKyUnPFg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p10TKyUnPFg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't dream this up!  When I was in Thailand I saw this on the TV and I had never seen it again until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-8258171800030502288?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/8258171800030502288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/8258171800030502288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/06/lol.html' title='lol!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-8437014152097691659</id><published>2007-06-15T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:15:21.872-03:00</updated><title type='text'>style: june</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnK12r6qksI/AAAAAAAAA5k/WJdKqj3UvSQ/s1600-h/proust700x02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnK12r6qksI/AAAAAAAAA5k/WJdKqj3UvSQ/s320/proust700x02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076319681106318018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This &lt;a href="http://www.assoulineusa.com/boutique/proust-se.html"&gt;fancy Proust Questionnaire book&lt;/a&gt; would be great for parties and get-togethers.  Pass it around and have guests fill it out, encourage convo while looking over previous entries.  Here are two questionnaires with &lt;a href="http://www.chick.net/proust/question.html"&gt;Proust's own answers&lt;/a&gt;.  Apparently he didn't invent the questionnaire but made it famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnK6Vr6qkuI/AAAAAAAAA50/sVF-VHONMzw/s1600-h/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnK6Vr6qkuI/AAAAAAAAA50/sVF-VHONMzw/s200/diamond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076324611728773858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of these &lt;a href="http://www.carrieweston.com/products.php?category1=rings"&gt;Carrie Weston rings&lt;/a&gt;, especially the flat ones that can be stacked together.  I like rose gold, it's a warm tone with a hint of pink to it, &lt;a href="http://www.carrieweston.com/detail.php?id=20"&gt;the diamond silhouette ring&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.carrieweston.com/detail.php?id=3"&gt;flat heart ring&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.carrieweston.com/detail.php?id=72"&gt;tulip silhouette&lt;/a&gt; rings are the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnK7Cr6qkvI/AAAAAAAAA58/OoaPEizV_A8/s1600-h/opened_yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnK7Cr6qkvI/AAAAAAAAA58/OoaPEizV_A8/s320/opened_yellow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076325384822887154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I make cupcakes I wonder, where will I store these?  A small tupperware can only house a few.  Bigger ones hold a few more but with the icing, they can't be stacked.  Apparently I'm not the only one with this problem because the &lt;a href="http://www.cupcakecourier.com/"&gt;cupcake courier&lt;/a&gt; was invented to solve this pressing issue.  It comes in 4 colours, saffron yellow is my fave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnLsob6qkwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eVNC3bI6Ob4/s1600-h/einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnLsob6qkwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/eVNC3bI6Ob4/s320/einstein.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076379909432709890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think the packaging of &lt;a href="http://www.liptheory.com./products.php"&gt;Einstein Lip Therapy&lt;/a&gt; is tres cute.  It has little beads of vitamin c, like the gum Cinnaburst with it's flavor crystals.  It also interests me because it's a cream based product, it a different kind of moisturizer from the regular greasy type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in search of un-gooey sun protection.  I used my friend Peter's Greek sun milk with SPF 8 (he said it was the highest he could find), and it was nice but SPF 8 isn't enough protection.  Sephora provided a few alternatives: Peter Thomas Roth's &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P175109&amp;categoryId=C610"&gt;Instant Mineral&lt;/a&gt; SPF 30, MD Skincare's &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P78328&amp;categoryId=C610"&gt;Sunscreen Pads&lt;/a&gt;, Bliss' Big &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P144715&amp;categoryId=S2001&amp;shouldPaginate=true"&gt;Screen Spray&lt;/a&gt;, and Fresh's &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P86520&amp;categoryId=S2001&amp;shouldPaginate=true"&gt;Sun Shield&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnLxG76qkxI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Zh3YVlZmGck/s1600-h/730026_san_frt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnLxG76qkxI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Zh3YVlZmGck/s320/730026_san_frt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076384831465231122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=16402&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;iSubCat=2266&amp;iMainCat=17"&gt;Dune Swept Dress&lt;/a&gt; is flowy and pretty, you could wear it with white tights to make it a bit more casual, it's silk so it's nice and cool.  I also like the &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/jump.jsp?itemID=15724&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;iSubCat=2266&amp;iMainCat=17"&gt;Lagoa dress&lt;/a&gt;, the texture and the cut is unique.  Both are from Tracy Reese from Anthropologie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Outfitters has a few cute dresses as well, the Lux &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/shopping/product/detailmain.jsp?itemID=29786&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;iMainCat=10&amp;iSubCat=15&amp;iProductID=29786"&gt;Embroidered Mexicana Dress&lt;/a&gt; has a mod feel to it despite the folksy embroidery.  The Lux &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/shopping/product/detailmain.jsp?itemID=30161&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;iMainCat=10&amp;iSubCat=15&amp;iProductID=30161"&gt;Santorini Dress&lt;/a&gt; is a nice bubble shape, comfy and forgiving.  This Boxfresh &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/shopping/product/detailmain.jsp?itemID=28782&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;iMainCat=10&amp;iSubCat=15&amp;iProductID=28782"&gt;Bird Halter Mini Dress&lt;/a&gt; looks straight out of Jem.  Truly Outrageous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-8437014152097691659?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/8437014152097691659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/8437014152097691659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/06/style-june.html' title='style: june'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnK12r6qksI/AAAAAAAAA5k/WJdKqj3UvSQ/s72-c/proust700x02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-6990134034856963161</id><published>2007-06-14T14:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:21:41.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnF-vr6qkrI/AAAAAAAAA5A/n9tpqLURS6A/s1600-h/photo_101_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnF-vr6qkrI/AAAAAAAAA5A/n9tpqLURS6A/s320/photo_101_hires.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075977612730995378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's hotter than ever!  HELLO!  Pictures don't do Brandon Routh justice, and neither do interviews cos he's boooooorrrring.  Some said that he didn't have the charisma to play Supes.  Since when was Supes charismatic?  He's a big dork/boyscout and that's why we lub him.  I had put off watching the movie cos of the so/so reviews but I'm glad I finally got around to it.  It was a lot of fun.  Bryan Singer is great, I have to say X3 totally sucked without him, but I'm glad he took on Superman because we have the same taste in men, he made Supes so drool-worthy, and if he wasn't enough Cyclops is in this as well, he plays LL's finace (I called him Biclops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, enough with the hot man report, one thing that has been bugging me is that *spoiler!* LL's kid is Superman's...not her fiance's.  How is this possible?  Superman cannot have sex with anyone on earth (except perhaps Wonder Woman and his cuz Supergirl) cos he would rip them apart with his superpowers.  If he didn't his supersperm would do the ripping.  It's not that I'm against Superman having sex, he should, we don't want a sexually repressed Supes running around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after sleeping on this questions, I remembered that Superman Returns is supposed to follow Superman 2.  In Superman 2 he was briefly powerless...human...so if LL was impregnated then...then it explains how she was able to do Superman and survive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the film, Routh reminded me so much of Christopher Reeve when he's Clark.  Kate Bosworth is a lame LL, I'm used to spunky Margo Kidder.  Hearing the Superman theme was really exciting.  Kevin Spacey was an awesome Lex.  It was sad that Kal Penn said next to nothing the entire film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I almost forgot, Superman, what up with the red platform boots?  And Parker Posey's henchwoman(?) was great.  I love how after Superman saves her she's 'having' heart palpitations and jumped into his arms, asking to be taken to the hospital, excellent op to get your hands all over that.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-6990134034856963161?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6990134034856963161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6990134034856963161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/06/superman-returns.html' title='Superman Returns'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnF-vr6qkrI/AAAAAAAAA5A/n9tpqLURS6A/s72-c/photo_101_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-9177440454949419248</id><published>2007-06-13T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:28:30.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>iphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnAMlL6qkqI/AAAAAAAAA44/8gpj5u7hNPE/s1600-h/iphone_home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnAMlL6qkqI/AAAAAAAAA44/8gpj5u7hNPE/s320/iphone_home.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075570613040091810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the iphone really that exciting?  It's coming out in a few days so I checked out the buzz and the specs, seems like everyone is pretty excited.  It will be interesting to see the touch screen...although I foresee regular maint. for it.  They say it combines 3 gadgets into 1; phone, widescreen ipod, and 'breakthrough' internet communications device. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch screen phone itself seems pretty cool.  You can access your voicemail msgs in the order you want to access them (if you have voicemail! i don't).  Txt'ing is supposed to be easier with the touch QWERTY keyboard, so the you poor males with your stubby fingers should be able to tap out msgs instead of dealing with mashing the keys on your crack.  Most phones have a camera built in.  My PEBL is a sad .3 mega pixels, but it's mainly for wallpaper and phonebook photos.  iphone's cam is 2 mega pixels, but that definitely wouldn't replace my 6 mega pixel cam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ipod feature of the phone isn't anything new, there are mp3 phones which I never understood the allure of.  Widescreen is an improvement but 4 and 8 GB memory?  My ipod is 80GB, it's not full but my old 20GB filled up quickly and this one is one its way as well.  I assume that it is for the person who switches up the stuff on their ipod regularly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there is the internet access which looks promising.  I can't for the life of me figure out how to use the internet on NW's crack.  It looks strange and he has the graphics turned off, so the iphone should be pretty cool in that sense.  But how much is data usage gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iphone looks cool, but if i had it i'd still be carrying around tons of gear in my bag, it wouldn't lighten my load and it's not white so it wouldn't match my other apple products.  Exciting?  Yes.  Useful?  Not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-9177440454949419248?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/9177440454949419248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/9177440454949419248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone.html' title='iphone'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RnAMlL6qkqI/AAAAAAAAA44/8gpj5u7hNPE/s72-c/iphone_home.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-6905024297400952351</id><published>2007-06-05T10:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:44:41.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stills @ Harborfront</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RmVoc76qj0I/AAAAAAAAAxw/3cCToeBXw84/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RmVoc76qj0I/AAAAAAAAAxw/3cCToeBXw84/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072575401632108354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-6905024297400952351?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6905024297400952351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6905024297400952351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/06/stills-harborfront.html' title='The Stills @ Harborfront'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RmVoc76qj0I/AAAAAAAAAxw/3cCToeBXw84/s72-c/IMG_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-148324403864772104</id><published>2007-05-31T02:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:31:14.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Rolaids/Pfizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make your Rolaids Softchews in flavors that will not make me want to wretch anymore than the acid in my stomach.  Flavours such as "Vanilla Creme" are good for ice creams, hard candies, and fancy Starbucks drinks, but the creamy flavoured antacids...not exactly the easiest thing to swallow when you already want to barf.  I was wary of your 'Tropical Fruit' flavoured Softchews but they are yummy.  Almost too yummy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;a*c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-148324403864772104?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/148324403864772104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/148324403864772104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/05/open-letter.html' title='Open Letter'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-6375168198724220030</id><published>2007-05-23T14:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:08:11.192-03:00</updated><title type='text'>geek health issues</title><content type='html'>I've been wear my glasses a lot instead of putting on my contacts.  Since they are so thick they are quite heavy and now I have these raw spots on my nose where my glasses sit.  They hurt.  I  put on a mosturizing mask to help but the only real solution is what my dad (also a coke bottle glasses wearer) does....fold up a small piece of kleenex and stick it under the knobbie bits that touch your nose.  Now it's not attractive but the pain is gone.  Now I either look like a bigger geek than I was before, or a post nose-job op patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-6375168198724220030?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6375168198724220030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6375168198724220030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/05/geek-health-issues.html' title='geek health issues'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-2875183563472751043</id><published>2007-05-21T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:27:41.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Milla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RlIc2taAGKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GhFy9-Z4Z_k/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RlIc2taAGKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GhFy9-Z4Z_k/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067144256972396706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We marked Milla's bday with a little mehndi madness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-2875183563472751043?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2875183563472751043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2875183563472751043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-milla.html' title='Happy Birthday Milla!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RlIc2taAGKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/GhFy9-Z4Z_k/s72-c/IMG_0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-29707545489551282</id><published>2007-05-03T11:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:26:43.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>who needs cable!</title><content type='html'>PVR has been gone for a week or so now and I have missed it, but the internet cushions the blow.  Who needs cable with torrent and you tube!  I remember Conan was going to San Francisco and he said he was gonna be at ILM.  Found the clip below:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2bhsv82HRA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2bhsv82HRA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan is so funny!  The best is around 3:28 in the video when Conan gets into a lycra bodysuit.  His head is so gigantic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-29707545489551282?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/29707545489551282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/29707545489551282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-needs-cable.html' title='who needs cable!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-3655987758783121284</id><published>2007-04-22T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:31:54.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Donovan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RivFi8zfz6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/g3Hdi328cIo/s1600-h/DonovanBailey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RivFi8zfz6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/g3Hdi328cIo/s200/DonovanBailey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056352210881859490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NW is in town visiting this weekend and we went up to St. Louis for wings, on the way back downtown Boston drove us and Ruby pointed out a gentleman that looked like Donovan Bailey.  He was walking down the street with a woman and we all agreed that the resemblance was uncanny.  I was just about to roll down my window and call his name when Boston, who's window was already opened, yelled out: "Donovan!  Donovan!" on the second call he turned and we sped away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hunch was confirmed.  It was Donovan Bailey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-3655987758783121284?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/3655987758783121284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/3655987758783121284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/04/donovan.html' title='Donovan!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RivFi8zfz6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/g3Hdi328cIo/s72-c/DonovanBailey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-9094825668070709425</id><published>2007-03-21T19:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:43:09.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>Last week while I was sick i was all doped up on cold medication and I fell asleep on the sofa.  Apparently I announced that I might take a nap and just passed out.  I woke up with a huge pain in my neck, I was all twisted up on the sofa in some strange position and my back still hurts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-9094825668070709425?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/9094825668070709425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/9094825668070709425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/03/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-5420537346026726762</id><published>2007-03-20T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:05:26.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>style:  march</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgBoOsOVY3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/7Pt-TN4C7i4/s1600-h/15227.l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgBoOsOVY3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/7Pt-TN4C7i4/s200/15227.l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044146184253694834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was organizing my bookmarks today...as every good geek should do every once in a while...and i rediscovered a few sites. That means it's time for a style post! I found these &lt;a href="http://www.shopintuition.com/product.asp?pid=15227&amp;catid=6&amp;parentid=19&amp;WebCategoryParentID=1&amp;onCategoriesPage=1"&gt;antique key charms&lt;/a&gt; perfect as a purse charm or a keychain. Each different style has differennt engraved sayings, i like the one that says: to success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgBrG8OVY4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/wkaYC0Ygl6o/s1600-h/15873.l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgBrG8OVY4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/wkaYC0Ygl6o/s200/15873.l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044149349644592002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw a girl at the mall today with a cute white and red stripped backpack with Hello Kitty on it, then &lt;a href="http://www.purseuing.com/"&gt;Purseuing&lt;/a&gt; lead me to this similar &lt;a href="http://www.shopintuition.com/product.asp?pid=15873&amp;catid=30&amp;parentid=19&amp;WebCategoryParentID=8&amp;onCategoriesPage=1"&gt;Victoria Couture Hello Kitty Travel Bag&lt;/a&gt;. Is 27 to old to be carrying Hello Kitty? I think I'm still haunted by losing my first Hello Kitty purse in Chinatown when i was 4 or 5. I remember, we went back to look for it but it was gone. Childhood traumas. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgB7mMOVY5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/4kBG8zQ9Uqs/s1600-h/p11394797_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgB7mMOVY5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/4kBG8zQ9Uqs/s200/p11394797_ph_hero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044167478701548434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking out the &lt;a href="http://www.shopkitson.com/"&gt;kitson&lt;/a&gt; website but all the pics have kitson all over them, so i went over to eluxury to look for these Marc by Marc Jacobs time pieces. The first one that caught my eye was this pear pendant, then I found this sexy &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?SectionID=9000&amp;styleid=11394797"&gt;black guitar watch&lt;/a&gt;....I prefer it over the &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11394703&amp;SectionID=9000"&gt;pendant&lt;/a&gt;. For the neck I like the sleek, modern, &lt;a href="http://www.shopkitson.com/index.php?pageId=2&amp;product_sku=098406"&gt;sterling silver star pendant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgB_TcOVY6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/kI5WCHlEehw/s1600-h/_5313501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgB_TcOVY6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/kI5WCHlEehw/s320/_5313501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044171554625512354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found the ultimate knee high boot but this one is close, it's super cute with the skull but I'm afraid the skull has is starting to be overdone. Everyone and their mother is wearing skull stuff now. But I dunno...i still like it. Also at &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/index.jhtml"&gt;eluxury&lt;/a&gt; was Zac Poson handbags!! Hooray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgEkjMOVY7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qhZjv0Uw5gw/s1600-h/p11337776_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgEkjMOVY7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qhZjv0Uw5gw/s200/p11337776_ph_hero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044353244627035058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is like those smoking orb things that those orthodox priests wave around...the &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?SectionID=9000&amp;styleid=11337821"&gt;Evening Hearts quited bag&lt;/a&gt;...very chic, and perfect for the evening. For the daytime there was this beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11337776&amp;SectionID=9000#"&gt;woven hobo bag&lt;/a&gt;. The best part of the bag is that the handle is long enough to go over your arm. I wish i could see the inside of the bag too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgEqnMOVY9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2MFHrIYciyY/s1600-h/mk2k_tunic_sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgEqnMOVY9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2MFHrIYciyY/s200/mk2k_tunic_sweater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044359910416278482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad makes fun of me that I dress like my auntie now, tights and a long top/dress shirt or tunic. It's her trademark. Nothing funny about comfort + style; and if you can preserve it into your 70s that's even cooler! I found this &lt;a href="http://www.girlshop.com/shop/girls/catalog/product.asp?pf%5Fid=mk2k%2Dkd%2D104&amp;bt=mk2k"&gt;MK2K knitwear &lt;/a&gt;brand,at &lt;a href="http://www.girlshop.com/shop/girls/"&gt;girlshop&lt;/a&gt;...i luv this stuff, it's simple, classic, and modern...not to mention forgiving of when you're bloaty from pms (or still bloaty from xmas!) Perfect with...you guessed it! Tights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgEszMOVY-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/2kIkXi_Cnv8/s1600-h/P170809_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgEszMOVY-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/2kIkXi_Cnv8/s200/P170809_hero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044362315597964258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a total sucker for packaging, I'm a product whore--i like to try everything--but what i luv even more is packaging. Stella Macca's new organic skincare line, Care, has the greatest packaging, it's similar to the other brands like Nars, Fresh, Prada...simple and clean looking. Since I'm almost out of toner the &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P170809&amp;categoryId=C15901"&gt;Toning Floral Water&lt;/a&gt; caught my eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-5420537346026726762?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/5420537346026726762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/5420537346026726762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/03/style-march.html' title='style:  march'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RgBoOsOVY3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/7Pt-TN4C7i4/s72-c/15227.l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-3520700304665373966</id><published>2007-03-08T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:28:53.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my boyfriends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFjOki6CBqs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VFjOki6CBqs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little smurf and my cnn lover who is also named AC...together.  I lub it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-3520700304665373966?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/3520700304665373966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/3520700304665373966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-boyfriends.html' title='my boyfriends!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-1435781020785811717</id><published>2007-01-12T03:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T03:24:52.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>valet</title><content type='html'>I've decided that valet is totally the way to go!  For the price of parking in downtown TO you can have a dude just park your vehicle and then bring it back to you.  I will never have to learn how to park! Mwahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-1435781020785811717?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/1435781020785811717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/1435781020785811717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/01/valet.html' title='valet'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-3886761513362534459</id><published>2007-01-10T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:55:38.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RaR_mSVeKjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lwx9KF552x8/s1600-h/muscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RaR_mSVeKjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lwx9KF552x8/s320/muscle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018276180531227186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NW and I were out on the town in LA today.  I was all worried about getting us lost or leading us into bad areas, but I navigated pretty well, I got us to Beverly Hills fine and to Venice Beach fine.  It was great, I was a pro!  But when we got back to my hood, I got totally lost!  I've never driven up the 'back' way to my house, the roads there kind of confuse me, so usually i take the 'front' way.  We went around in a circle, we went in a figure 8, i yelled at NW --even though it was totally my fault...how is he supposed to know where my house is?  Finally I caved and looked at the map!  Shame on me!  I can lead us to the Mall in Beverly Hills, but not to my own house!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw is easy, no navigating the LA Freeways, or the streets of my hood...just navigating Universal Studios!  Today was fun, but long, we hit &lt;a href="http://www.frittelli.com/index.html"&gt;Fritelli's&lt;/a&gt; for their famous donuts, I had my first rooibus tea in over 3 weeks...and the donuts totally lived up to their legend,soooo yummy, I had a Coconut one and their most popular, Latte glaze.  Then we cruised the streets before we hit &lt;a href="http://www.beverlycenter.com/"&gt;the mall&lt;/a&gt; to check out the American H&amp;M to see if they had any deals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Venice, was is even more fun as an adult, I never realised how much pot paraphinalia (did i spell that right) there was!  And all the freaks, even more than BH.  I really felt at home.  We had dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.thesidewalkcafe.com/"&gt;Sidewalk Cafe&lt;/a&gt; nothing was especially good except the location and the view, right on the walk way where we could take in all the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, the parents seem to think that NW is alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-3886761513362534459?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/3886761513362534459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/3886761513362534459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/01/dumb-ass.html' title='dumb ass'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RaR_mSVeKjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lwx9KF552x8/s72-c/muscle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-407810649213706215</id><published>2007-01-08T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:38:24.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepyhead</title><content type='html'>I woke up late this morning...which is regular for a sunday...okay it's regular for everyday, when I got up my mom said, get dressed, lets go driving, but my dad ended up getting up at the same time as me and we had to make lunch and such and then we coudln't go out driving.  :(  I said to my mom just now, why didn't you just wake me up she laughed and said: are you kidding me?  If I had woken you, you would have beat me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this true?? Am I so predictable?  I suppose my mom does know me best.  But I'm still sad that I didn't get to practice driving.  Hopefully my Dad will take me tmrw.  Also NW arrives in LA tmrw!  It's like Xmas again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-407810649213706215?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/407810649213706215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/407810649213706215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleepyhead.html' title='sleepyhead'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-7952190312543548711</id><published>2007-01-04T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:43:11.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go...</title><content type='html'>Things not to do while you're learning now to drive:&lt;br /&gt;-admire your nails, even if you did just give yourself a really great manicure&lt;br /&gt;-not think about what to have for lunch next time you eat at the restaurant you just passed&lt;br /&gt;-flick on the left turn signal and turn right&lt;br /&gt;-confuse the gas pedal for the break&lt;br /&gt;-check out your hair in the rear view mirror&lt;br /&gt;-speed up when you see a yellow light&lt;br /&gt;-scare your instructor by going in reverse when you should be in drive (they don't like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next lesson tmrw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-7952190312543548711?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/7952190312543548711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/7952190312543548711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-we-go.html' title='here we go...'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-6180838381431000412</id><published>2007-01-01T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:55:08.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>why is dick clark on tv?  he's so freaking depressing, just what we need to ring in the new year, a reminder we're all getting older and that we're all gonna die...but before that we're going to become gross and decrepit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-6180838381431000412?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6180838381431000412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6180838381431000412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2007/01/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-2896248709789505755</id><published>2006-12-24T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:37:09.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>traffic jam!</title><content type='html'>Around 3 yesterday we left for a casino near San Diego.  I had a bad feeling about driving I figured the roads would be packed and I was right! About 1/3 of the way there we were stuck on a 1 mile stretch of highway for 2 hours! I cheered when we passed this sign that I had been staring at for the past 2 hours.  My dad kept on saying he was gonna pull off but he didn't!  I just listened to my ipod and ate chips, laid down and took a nap.  My dad was convinced that as soon as we passed an accident the traffic would speed up.  We had no idea what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I had to go to the bathroom so badly, I begged my dad to get off the highway...which many ppl had done.  It was pure pandimonium, so many cars everywhere and everyone upset from being stuck on the highway.  I went to the bathroom in a McD's and everyone in line was familiar, we had all been inching past each other back and forth.  It was like a bathroom full of old friends...ones that you most likely had just given the finger to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, chatting with these folks in the bathroom we finally heard what was going on, there was a police stand off a few miles down and the entire highway had been shut down.  We were only moving cos of the cars getting of the highway.  Someone had kidnapped an old couple and forced them to go to the bank and take out their money.  I reported this to my parents and we reluctantly headed back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-2896248709789505755?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2896248709789505755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2896248709789505755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/12/traffic-jam.html' title='traffic jam!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-6611533192309403114</id><published>2006-12-21T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:48:05.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry hungry a*c!</title><content type='html'>I've temporarily quit smoking...i don't want to say that it is permanent but it might be...and i've noticed that i'm constantly hungry!  It didn't occur to me until today...6 days into smoking cessation that my voracious appetite is due to the fact that i am no longer smoking and supressing my appetite.  I just noticed cos at 11 i made something for myself to eat and now at 3 i'm eating again!  granted they're not huge amounts, and i'm not snacking too much...but know that i know where this appetite is coming from I'll have to watch myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-6611533192309403114?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6611533192309403114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/6611533192309403114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/12/hungry-hungry-ac.html' title='hungry hungry a*c!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-7575306306867125231</id><published>2006-12-15T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:35:17.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>awwwww</title><content type='html'>Who know that spending every day for almost a year with someone would make you so attached.  I didnt' remember it being this hard to leave NW last xmas.  Today he had to shove me thru the door to customs!  I didn't want to go!  I thought I was still the same old a*c...but not so.  I'm so emo now, i'm so happy to see my mommy and so sad to be apart from NW.  I'm sucky a wuss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-7575306306867125231?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/7575306306867125231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/7575306306867125231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/12/awwwww.html' title='awwwww'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-2316443950872955098</id><published>2006-12-02T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:03:17.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the mall is too crowded</title><content type='html'>the mall is crammed full and if they ppl aren't driving you insane you xmas carols will!  The solution: online shopping...or in my case online window shopping.  I saw and abundance of shoes at the nordstrom website that i loved so much i thought i'd share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEApkFaYCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POq4QxFYjPE/s1600-h/_5304137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEApkFaYCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POq4QxFYjPE/s200/_5304137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003781375046344738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stella MaCCa &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2905008/0~2376778~2372808~2377035~2379515?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2379515&amp;P=1"&gt;Seshat boots&lt;/a&gt;...part of the fun is getting to say shat.  I like the white too but they would be impossible to keep clean, especially for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXECKkFaYDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IqiTP2Qyy7g/s1600-h/_5316382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXECKkFaYDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IqiTP2Qyy7g/s200/_5316382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003783041493655602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These tan croc Irregular Choice &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2913478/0~2376778~2372808~2377035~2379515?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2379515&amp;P=1"&gt;'Florence' pump&lt;/a&gt; would look adorable with a smock dress.  Irregular Choice is my favourite shoe brand, they make the best pointy flats that I could not live without.  I like all the little details, like the cool colours on the inside of the shoe (this one is zebra!).  Or like on this boot with the leopard print on the inside of the heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEZ4UFaYEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eFJGfjtphHI/s1600-h/_5313639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEZ4UFaYEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eFJGfjtphHI/s200/_5313639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003809116240109634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if I think this N.Y.L.A. &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2918128/0~2376778~2372808~2377035~6007231?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6007231&amp;P=1"&gt;Cooper&lt;/a&gt; boot is funky or oogly.  What would you wear with them?&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEcT0FaYGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gQYqbPdyglo/s1600-h/_5312739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEcT0FaYGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gQYqbPdyglo/s200/_5312739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003811787709767778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some ppl think ankle booties are wrong and some ppl think they are sexy!  I drool over these Michael Kors &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2916541/0~2376778~2372808~6007659~6007676?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6007676&amp;P=1"&gt;"Studio" boot&lt;/a&gt;.  It has a rubber sole, so when you're out in these 3 3/4" heels you'll have good traction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEfQEFaYHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jNI5A1icTWI/s1600-h/_5310186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEfQEFaYHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jNI5A1icTWI/s200/_5310186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003815021820141682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Juicy Couture "&lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2910684/0~2376778~2372808~2372904~2376184?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2376184&amp;P=1"&gt;rose" flats&lt;/a&gt; are cute, it comes in a matching leather travel satchel.  The sole is embossed with the phrase: smells like juicy.  In my size the shoe would say smells like bigfoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-2316443950872955098?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2316443950872955098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/2316443950872955098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/12/mall-is-too-crowded.html' title='the mall is too crowded'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FJ5oquvEPdA/RXEApkFaYCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/POq4QxFYjPE/s72-c/_5304137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116086957330294150</id><published>2006-12-01T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:00:58.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/redipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/redipod.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new Red Nano has gotten me in the mood for shopping.  It's just such a pretty colour of red!  It was the first to catch my eye when walking into the Apple Store to check out the toys.  Techie Diva has tons great things!  I am absolutly in love with this &lt;a href="http://www.miniot.com/miniot/video.htm"&gt;wood ipod case &lt;/a&gt; its sooo cool!  And you can engrave it too, this is definitly going on my xmas list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5511/415/1600/28220/images.roots.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5511/415/200/595781/images.roots.com.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need this &lt;a href="http://canada.roots.com/Product_Detail.aspx?styleID=04040709&amp;dptid=2&amp;catid=50&amp;subcatid=&amp;stylecolor=04040709_6200&amp;saleGroup=&amp;WT.svl=04040709#"&gt;Roots hoodie&lt;/a&gt;, it looks so cozy and cute!  I like the toggle buttons and the faux sherpa fur lined hood.  I saw it in the roots store in a blue that i liked better than this harvest red colour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/P165126_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/P165126_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Stella Macca &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P165126&amp;categoryId=C14559"&gt;In Two &lt;/a&gt; perfume looks so chic and I like the idea of blending scents yourself.  I'm currently going on a spree of trying to use up all of my sprays and perfumes before I am allowed to look at new ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly my friends, winter is on the way, that means for us sock haters, it's slipper time. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Charter-Club-Solid-Bootie-Purple/dp/B000JCA2DE/sr=1-88/qid=1160889672/ref=sr_1_88/002-6174681-9808852?ie=UTF8&amp;s=apparel"&gt;Cute&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hush-Puppies-Womens-Sarah-Slipper/dp/B000ASD6RG/sr=1-86/qid=1160889672/ref=sr_1_86/002-6174681-9808852?ie=UTF8&amp;s=apparel"&gt;comfy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mukluks-Leather-Slippers-Apparel-Accessory/dp/B000E75M0W/sr=1-260/qid=1160889952/ref=sr_1_260/002-6174681-9808852?ie=UTF8&amp;s=apparel"&gt;warm&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Microwaveable-Bunny-Slippers-Lavender-Womens/dp/B000F7P43G/sr=8-6/qid=1160889487/ref=pd_bbs_6/002-6174681-9808852?ie=UTF8&amp;s=hpc"&gt;microwavable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/P154207_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/P154207_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute kit+diy+fresh= product a*c will probably buy.  I love just about everything fresh has out there (except maybe their make up), and this &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?cm_re=B15*Grid*P154207&amp;id=P154207&amp;categoryId=B15"&gt;Applespeed peel-majig &lt;/a&gt; caught my eye immediatly.  Another item for the xmas list??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while I obsessed over eyelashes earlier this week I came across this freaky looking mascara stuff: &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?cm_re=S10510*Grid*P42172&amp;id=P42172&amp;categoryId=S10510&amp;shouldPaginate=true"&gt;Talika Eyelash extender&lt;/a&gt;. There are a ton of other great products, i also liked: the&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P102839&amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;categoryId=5670"&gt; eyebrow extetnder&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P102840&amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;categoryId=5670"&gt;instant manicure&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P50105&amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;categoryId=5670"&gt;eye therapy patch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5511/415/1600/869868/kkapers2_1924_132818311.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5511/415/200/715073/kkapers2_1924_132818311.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I had the counter space I would definitly want this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/AeroGrow-AeroGarden-Garden-Kit-Black/dp/B000FI4O90"&gt;AeroGrow garden&lt;/a&gt;, you can grow your own herbs and salads and such.  You plant the little pod things yourself and then put everything else into this compartment, and then it grows.  No dirt garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116086957330294150?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116086957330294150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116086957330294150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-3661415538255176164</id><published>2006-11-30T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:37:42.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>posting</title><content type='html'>Junky demanded that i post so i'm working on a shopping post...coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-3661415538255176164?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/3661415538255176164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/3661415538255176164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/11/posting.html' title='posting'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116412992451124768</id><published>2006-11-21T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:25:24.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>knitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/skin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/skin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby lent me her Shuffle until I get my new ipod so I made it a little outfit last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116412992451124768?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116412992451124768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116412992451124768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/11/knitting.html' title='knitting'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116346387073442414</id><published>2006-11-13T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:24:30.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>did you vote?</title><content type='html'>i went to vote today in the middle of the day after running some errands and the lady asks me if i'm just coming from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.  yes i am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so elated that I still looked young enough to be a student....or perhaps it was the raggedy state that I was in.  I'll stick with young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116346387073442414?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116346387073442414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116346387073442414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/11/did-you-vote.html' title='did you vote?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115990957492873605</id><published>2006-11-04T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:02:28.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Style: Winter Jacket</title><content type='html'>:( Sad times, it's winter jacket time!  Although I'm sure I'll stick with the navy parka (again!) this winter, it is fun to browse.  I love Nordstroms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/tocca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/tocca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocca "&lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2905574/0~2376776~2374327~2374337~6004083?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6004083&amp;P=1"&gt;Zora&lt;/a&gt;" Coat- the cut is fab and it's so adorable.  Bonus: I LOVE the hood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/down.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Add Down &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2907866/0~2376776~2374327~2374337~6004084?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6004084&amp;P=1"&gt;Roll Collar Down Jacket&lt;/a&gt;- it has a slightly 80s feel to it, the chocolate colour is a bit softer than the black, but still dark enought to pass as black.  Looks uber warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5273010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5273010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2905601/0~2376776~2374327~2374337~6004084?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6004084&amp;P=1"&gt;Frenchi Hooded plaid coat &lt;/a&gt; is cute but i question the warmth of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5288658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5288658.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This black Add double breasted down roll collar coat is stylish and warm.  I like the belted waist, it give a little more shape to our normal lumpy winter silliouttes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5297223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5297223.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never resist the Princess Leia look!  Channel your inner Eskimo Leia in this &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2905462/0~2376776~2374327~2374337~6004084?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6004084&amp;P=2"&gt;Calvin Klein Hooded Fox Trim Coat.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115990957492873605?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115990957492873605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115990957492873605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/11/style-winter-jacket.html' title='Style: Winter Jacket'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116257144937243959</id><published>2006-11-03T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T12:30:49.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube sucks now!</title><content type='html'>I'm so dissapointed, I've been going through Avatar withdrawl since i'm out in the maritimes and without my cartoons.  I went on youtube to watch an epi and its' not there....all of them have been removed due to copyright infringment.  So not only did they purge the Comedy Central stuff, they got rid of a ton of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube sucks now and it's no longer your online resource for anything.  boo on them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116257144937243959?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116257144937243959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116257144937243959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/11/youtube-sucks-now.html' title='youtube sucks now!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116086176531700693</id><published>2006-10-31T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:16:02.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Style: Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/p11154996_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/p11154996_ph_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Fendi &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11154996&amp;SectionID=9000"&gt;"Zucca"&lt;/a&gt; small bucket bag.  It's got a fresh, great shape and a totally lux design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/p11054792_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/p11054792_ph_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Celine &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11054792&amp;SectionID=9000"&gt;"Clandestine"&lt;/a&gt; bag is a classic that can be used forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/p11164967_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/p11164967_ph_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Jean Paul Gaultier &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?SectionID=9000&amp;styleid=11164967"&gt; "Trench" &lt;/a&gt;bag looks like an everyday tote all.  Easily matched with everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/p11185688_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/p11185688_ph_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby blue trim on this &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11185688&amp;SectionID=9000#"&gt; Juicy Quilted and patent Bowler bag&lt;/a&gt; is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/p11219913_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/p11219913_ph_hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work on this Carlos Falchi &lt;a href"http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11219913&amp;SectionID=9000"&gt; square hobo&lt;/a&gt; is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116086176531700693?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116086176531700693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116086176531700693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/style-bags.html' title='Style: Bags'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116193008721216286</id><published>2006-10-27T03:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T03:58:38.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'>curly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/P53949_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:00 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/P53949_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although wavy might be a better description, curly feels more exciting.  Milla's acquaintance needed hair guinea pigs for a hair exam at the&lt;a href="http://www.aveda-academysalon.ca/index_highres.html"&gt;Aveda Academy&lt;/a&gt;, the first word to catch my eye in Milla's email was: perm!  Perm!  Big hair!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv big hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/P94419_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/P94419_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry.  Back to my story.  Big hair...perm, 9am was no problem for me to get a perm!  I rolled out of bed and briefly contemplated taking a taxi to King E. but walked instead.  I actually arrived on time (5 mins late). I was scared at first, we've all had that bad perm.  And when I say all...it's men included.  Proof: One particular ex had a Michael Hutchense early 90s 'do aka the Michael Bolton or Weird Al.  Men can get bad perms too!  As a side note I wasn't with him at the time, his mother showed me a photo.  We know the pain of a bad perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/P5897_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/P5897_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything ended up going really well! 3 hours later I had pretty curly hair, I would say the best perm in my life! And  I got a free make-up app with Aveda products before I left, to help beautify me before my trek home.  I hope my stylist gets an A+ cos I lub the hair.  I said this to Ruby and said it was the first time she had heard me say that in eons!  Thanks Milla for the heads up and sorry Smelly for taking your perm :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essentials for the new 'do:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Frederic Fekkai &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P53949&amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;Lucious Curl Cream&lt;/a&gt; with honey nectar and ginsing.  &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.drugstore.com/products/prod.asp?pid=94840&amp;catid=11899&amp;trx=GFI-0-PLTS&amp;trxp1=11899&amp;trxp2=94840&amp;trxp3=1&amp;trxp4=1&amp;btrx=BUY-GFI-0-PLTS"&gt;Psssssst Instant Spray Shampoo&lt;/a&gt;...why?  why not?  For your inner astronaut?  For your inner slob?  I love the warnings listed under the ingredients which basically lists: alcohol, alcohol, alcohol...it says do not smokeuntil hair is fully dry.   I'm always paranoid about this...after I polish my nails, after I spray my hair.  So my fear is NOT unfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/hairtonic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/hairtonic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rene Furterer &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P5897&amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;Okara 2 Phase No Rinse Conditioner&lt;/a&gt; because treated hair can never have too much conditioner especially in winter.&lt;br /&gt;-There is no such thing as too much volume, I like Fresh &lt;a href="http://www.fresh.com/mm/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Store_Code=F&amp;Product_Code=00000395"&gt;Hair Volumizing Tonic&lt;/a&gt;.  I like the bottle and simple name.&lt;br /&gt;-Today was the first time I'd ever seen a &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P94419&amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;diffuser&lt;/a&gt; used...I think.  It was cool and sci fi like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116193008721216286?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116193008721216286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116193008721216286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/curly.html' title='curly!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116172907369402179</id><published>2006-10-24T19:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T19:31:14.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/yellowhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/yellowhat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why does Curious George's...owner? master? friend?... wear an all yellow outfit?  Is it a safari thing? A cowboy thing?  Don't get me wrong, Iuv George.  I'm just curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did Canada become Austrailia?  They are shipping a sex offender here. How does that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Madonna adopting a baby that already has a dad?  Granted the kid would have a much more privilaged life with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116172907369402179?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116172907369402179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116172907369402179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115991114483619105</id><published>2006-10-21T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T18:43:54.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Style: Tops</title><content type='html'>Fall in T.O. means you never know what kind of weather you're going to get.  You look out the window and wonder wtf??  The only solution:  layering.  A good layering basic is the perfect way to start.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/tunic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/tunic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Prese &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2906938/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=2"&gt;Cowl Neck Tunic&lt;/a&gt;- simple and easy to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/norma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/norma.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma Kamali Everlast &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2903001/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=3"&gt;multi-button Vest&lt;/a&gt;- a great piece for layering, I like the fitted vest with a fitted T underneath, it's a simple modern look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/lucy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Treacy "&lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2904009/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=3"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt;" Blouson Top- perfect with jeans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/robert.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Rodriguez &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2899457/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=3"&gt;Runched Sleeve Top&lt;/a&gt;- Simple but with a little twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5210879.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5210879.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella Moss &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2904004/0~2376776~2374327~6002292?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6002292&amp;P=1"&gt;shadow strip&lt;/a&gt; surplice top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115991114483619105?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115991114483619105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115991114483619105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/style-tops.html' title='Style: Tops'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116111423035551312</id><published>2006-10-17T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:43:50.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/ibook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/ibook.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is roughly the date that Mac arrived in my world.  He is 2 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray Mac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116111423035551312?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116111423035551312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116111423035551312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-bday-mac.html' title='Happy Bday Mac'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116085022445624638</id><published>2006-10-14T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:25:13.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Style: Knee Boots</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy with the abundance of boot choices this fall...or should I say winter!!  Where did fall go?  Anyhow, I'm especially in love with the kneeboot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5289776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5289776.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a boot like this on MK Olsen and I liked it a lot, nice, modern and simple. Merril &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2901957/0~2376778~2372808~6007659~6007695?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6007695&amp;P=1"&gt;"Plaza Peak"&lt;/a&gt; boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5260278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5260278.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Kate Spade &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2899272/0~2376778~2372808~6007659~6007695?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6007695&amp;P=1"&gt;"Keera"&lt;/a&gt; boot is so cute and an easy way to add some colour in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5254256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5254256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosoles, so they must be comfy, despite the 3 inch heel.  I like these &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2911839/0~2376778~2372808~6007659~6007695?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6007695&amp;P=2"&gt;"Highrise"&lt;/a&gt; boots in the brown suede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5266008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5266008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can channel your inner Princess Leia in these DKNY &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2902313/0~2376778~2372808~6007659~6007695?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6007695&amp;P=2"&gt;"Hyper Speed"&lt;/a&gt; Boots.  Killer in both the paper white and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/_5242414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/_5242414.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Penny Loves Kenny &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2900601/0~2376778~2372808~6007659~6007695?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=6007695&amp;P=2"&gt;"Bungee"&lt;/a&gt; Boot is great but I suspect that in my size they would look like boats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116085022445624638?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116085022445624638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116085022445624638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/style-knee-boots.html' title='Style: Knee Boots'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116053026370133153</id><published>2006-10-10T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:32:07.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lashes make a difference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/amber%20dempsey.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/amber%20dempsey.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I splurged a bit today and bought myself some eyelashes, the little individual ones that you can just stick on.  Despite the fact that none of them are even and some of them are even on the middle of my eyelid they look great!  I feel like Amber Dempsey, the beauty queen with the lethal lashes on the Simpsons.  I've always been jealous of NW's lashes, what does he need them for?  He's a boy!  They're so long and perty, but now mine are too!  mwahahah....granted I should have waited for the girls to help me put them on so I won't look like a freak with eye lashes growing out of the middle of her lid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116053026370133153?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116053026370133153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116053026370133153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/lashes-make-difference.html' title='lashes make a difference!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115991075475850828</id><published>2006-10-07T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:05:47.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Style: Dresses</title><content type='html'>Winter doesn't mean we abandon the dress.  We just need the right one, and the right hosiery to match and possibly the right boot...but I'm getting ahead of myself here...dresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/marc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/marc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs "&lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2909432/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=1"&gt;Mena&lt;/a&gt;" Silk dress- silk is lovely, it helps keep you cool when it's hot and keep you warm when it's cold.  This would be great with a grey cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/twinkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/twinkle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle by &lt;a href="http://www.twinklebywenlan.com/store/cart.php?page=knits"&gt;Wenlan&lt;/a&gt; Koi &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2907210/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=1"&gt;fish hoodie&lt;/a&gt;- great as a dress or with jeans or tights, and once again...love the hood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/perse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/perse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Perse &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2906937/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=2"&gt;Long Sleeve Empire Dress&lt;/a&gt;-I am partial to the formless look, I would like this once again with tights, would be cute with fuzzy boots too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/drake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Treacy "&lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2904014/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=2"&gt;Drake&lt;/a&gt;" Silk Dress- What is up with me and silk?  I like this print and the flowiness will keep you from remembering to suck in...vital in the winter days of munchign on holiday treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/vonfurstenberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/vonfurstenberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dian von Furstenberg "&lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2898878/0~2376776~2378685~2378687~2378704?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;origin=category&amp;searchtype=&amp;pbo=2378704&amp;P=4"&gt;Hillevi&lt;/a&gt;" Chiffon Dress- I like the look it's an industrial looking haus frau piece, like when Pleasantville had all the colour sucked out of it...once again silk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115991075475850828?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115991075475850828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115991075475850828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/style-dresses.html' title='Style: Dresses'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116012023261119518</id><published>2006-10-06T04:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:39:01.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/scrapbookpage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/scrapbookpage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered digi scrapbooking...what's the point of it?  I dunno...but doesn't my creation look perty??  I made some others that I just sent off in an email to Ruby Milla and Smelly...yes at 3:30am.  I swear I'm going to stop this and go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116012023261119518?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116012023261119518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116012023261119518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh...'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116007642678220629</id><published>2006-10-05T16:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:27:06.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate!!!</title><content type='html'>I turned into the chocolate monster today.  everyone knows about my sweet tooth...now the students on ryerson campus will know of it as well.  NW and I were cutting through there today on the way to Dominion and some guy starts throwing out something, one hits and NW and I see it's chocolate.  I stood there waiting for the guy to throw a bag of chocolate at me, but nope, he's yelling at some other guy, I run and jump and snatch the chocolate out of this guy's hand just as he's about to catch it.  Rejected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know.  me running and jumping?  very unlikely, but with chocolate...this guy was lucky i wasn't drooling or foaming at the mouth.  I got out of there with two bags of free chocolate!  hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116007642678220629?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116007642678220629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116007642678220629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/chocolate.html' title='chocolate!!!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-116002017616659266</id><published>2006-10-05T00:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:49:36.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hee hee hee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/cassette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/cassette.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it outrageous?  Truly truly truly outrageous!  First I found &lt;a href="http://www.says-it.com/cassette/index.php"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;and then we figure out that the dad in Jericho is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0574468/"&gt;Major Dad&lt;/a&gt;.  Ahhh childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-116002017616659266?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116002017616659266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/116002017616659266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/hee-hee-hee.html' title='hee hee hee.'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115999799247632825</id><published>2006-10-04T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:39:52.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't buy it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/spray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/spray.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this all natural fruit and veggie cleaner so I could start eating more fruits and veggies.  Some fruits like Apples and Plums and such make my throat itchy.  I figured this spray would help, the first time I used it there was less tingly...it was a plum.  The secodn time i used it i followed the instructions thru twice, I sprayed the apple left it for 30 seconds washed it and repeated.  Was it still itchy?  yes!  boo on Nature Clean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115999799247632825?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115999799247632825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115999799247632825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-buy-it.html' title='Don&apos;t buy it...'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115977083601120824</id><published>2006-10-02T03:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T03:55:05.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nuit blanche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/IMG_4319.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuit blanche was a blast, it was shitty weather but I think that got us more into the spirit.We were troopers, Ruby estimated that we walked about 8km from midnight to 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4284.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/IMG_4284.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First we hit up the Planitarium to see the sheep.We went through Philosopher's Walk and saw the wish tree, it doesn't look as pretty in the pics as it did while we were there, it had a whole magical feel to it.  It didn't feel like midnight at all. There was a video instillation on the half unfinished part of the ROM that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8vItBHQ1jQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8vItBHQ1jQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/IMG_4290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then our group of about 10 decided to head up to Yorkville since we were so close, being the dummies that we were we were attracted to a church because of the neon lights, what was inside?  nothing!  Church things!  We was duped!  We ended up in a tent with beds near the rocks in Yorkville.  Then saw a video of what Yorkville used to be like in the olden days with hippies and police beating hippies.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/IMG_4296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  it was cool cos in the background you could see realtime images of the street.  The main thing we wanted to see was Pharmacopia...floating pills.  They were cool, but maybe not worth the trek up to Yorkville.  Although it was almost as fun people watching as it was hunting for the exhibits.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/IMG_4299.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we doubled back in search of fog, it was muddy and nasty but the fog still delighted us, especially because of the faint smell of ganja in the air.  Oddly after the fog most of us wanted something to eat as we cut through campus we stumbled upon some food trucks.  It was like an oasis because we didn't think we'd hit food until Queen street! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/IMG_4311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we finished up our meals it started to rain.  We ducked into a friend's place to warm up and dry off a bit before heading down to find some Elvis exhibit, once again we were tricked by neon lights, apparently that was all the exhibit was about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/IMG_4344.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at OCAD around 3:30 am, we wandered around in the crowds, it was like hallowe'en without the costumes, we rested in Butterfield Park underneath the OCAD building and watched people play giant chess.  Some cops showed up and tango'd in front of us as we chilled.  Then we headed to our last exhibit, a video installation on penguins, gay ones that divorce to escape the tyranny of marriage and decide to run off and live in sin forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/IMG_4347.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around 4am i was the first one to wuss out.  My warm bed was just too tempting, the pool party out on Queen West West just felt like a million miles away.  I must find out from Milla and Smaish how it was.  Besides the sogginess it was a great night, hooray nuit blanche!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115977083601120824?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115977083601120824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115977083601120824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/10/nuit-blanche.html' title='nuit blanche'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115965696868652099</id><published>2006-09-30T19:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:56:08.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>He's turned ass...</title><content type='html'>One of our regular concierges has turned ass.  He had retired sometime ago but came back because he was bored and now he's come back as an ass.  He's frustrated that we don't use our pass cards to get into the building.  Buddy...that's what you're there for.  That's part of the reason we pay you to be there.  He'll pretend he doesn't see you and then ignore you for a bit and then begrudgingly let you in.  Sometimes he'll even mention that we should have our pass with us.  There have even been postings saying that it's a curtosey for the concierge to open the doors for us--not a part of their job description.  So why do some of them open it and some of them don't?  Is it just up to them and how they feel?  No one else seems to have an issue with buzzing us in.  They have it right.  Don't bite the hand that feeds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really so important that you can't press a button that's next to your hand?  Either don't open the door or do.  It's not really that hard.  Yes or No.  It's not what mood the concierge is in.  Next time you want to make an ugly face at someone, don't make it at the person who is paying you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115965696868652099?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115965696868652099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115965696868652099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-turned-ass.html' title='He&apos;s turned ass...'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115938295202370739</id><published>2006-09-27T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:49:12.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>why can't I find a job that's downtown?  Why?  Why do places that are clearly not downtown post that they are in downtown toronto?  Why is it that a kajillion ppl commute to downtown toronto to work and I keep on getting interviews for jobs that are in buttfuck nowhere?  why?  I live down here, why can't I work down here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115938295202370739?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115938295202370739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115938295202370739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115930099672601891</id><published>2006-09-26T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:03:16.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>free coupon</title><content type='html'>yay!  I was just cursing kellogs the other day.  i had emailed them because we had been duped into buying the 1/3 less sugar frosted flakes and I emailed them yelling at them.  Who wants altered frosted flakes?  if we wanted unfrosted flakes we could have gotten cornflakes.  Anyhow, they had replied my email with a general thanks for your input mail.  I cursed them and thought, thanks for the free coupon!  And then in the mail today I got a coupon where I could buy any kellog's product for free.  hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115930099672601891?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115930099672601891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115930099672601891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/free-coupon.html' title='free coupon'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115881282051531514</id><published>2006-09-21T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:27:00.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jericho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/init_frame_jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/init_frame_jericho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NW and I taped Jericho tonight and we just finished watching it.  I enjoyed it a lot, I always like these end of the world type things...although they give me anxiety.  Apparently the two of Jericho has survived a nuclear explosion of some sort.  Skeet Ulrich is tolerable as a slightly greasy looking prodigal son type.  His father is Jericho's mayor and his son is his bitch, the have matching beards.  There are lots of other charachters that seem to have ulterior motives and a crashed prison bus in the outskirts too.  Lots of drama.  I hope this is gonna be a sci-fi thing.  I would rate it 4 out of 5, just for the general lack of good looking ppl and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also caught the premier of America's Next Top Model.  I dunno why I like this show so much but I do.  Couldn't pick the winner.  NW made me make my pick for Amazing Race but I forgot, I think I choose the model guys.  Ahh tv...how i lub thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115881282051531514?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115881282051531514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115881282051531514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/jericho.html' title='Jericho'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115880573902178351</id><published>2006-09-20T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:28:59.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>remember me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/bender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/bender.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go to log into blogger there is an option on the bottom that says: Remember Me.  Lately I've been thinking of Futurama, which is supposed to put out some new episodes.  In particular I think of the Egypt world epi where Bender becomes Pharoah and has them make the giant statue that blows fire and says Remember Me!  It used to be such a pain logging in, but now it's fun.  Remember me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115880573902178351?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115880573902178351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115880573902178351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/remember-me.html' title='remember me!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115868505964710589</id><published>2006-09-19T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:02:48.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>jonny lee miller and love songs</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of the TV season and I decided to check out what was on on TV.com.  I wanted to see if there were any new shows coming out that were good.  Ruby and I screened a bootleg of that Heroes show that is coming soon and it was really good!  So I was excited for more premiers.  I taped a show called Class but the channel was horrible, for some reason channel 18 on digital cable sucks ass.  I dunno why.  So we put on the other show I taped, &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/smith/"&gt;Smith&lt;/a&gt;.  It was really good!  I enjoyed it a lot.  Jonny Lee Miller, a former obsession of mine was in it, and he didn't look too good!  Either is forehead is growing and taking over his hair or his hair is running away from his face.  I haven't decided which on it is yet.  Ray Liotta was good, but looked old.  The series looks like it's gonna be a really good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many freaking songs on my Itunes it's hard to decide on one.  After deciding I wanted to listen to love songs, I put on the ultimate love song, Bryan Adams' Everything I do (I do it for you).  After that I requested that NW put on love songs for me.  He put on 3 break up songs in a row!  I yelled at him.  LOVE SONG!  And he explained that love song to boys means any song with love in it.  Apparently the context doesn't matter.  But finally on his fourth try he got it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115868505964710589?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115868505964710589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115868505964710589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/jonny-lee-miller-and-love-songs.html' title='jonny lee miller and love songs'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115830059715709388</id><published>2006-09-15T03:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T03:09:57.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bathroom reading</title><content type='html'>A whole stack of bathroom reading arrived in the mail today.  Harry Rosen catalogue, UofT Alumni mag, and some Chocolate magazine i've never even heard of before.  It was addressed to NW.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first thing I ate this morning (oatmeal I think) I've had this feeling of something being stuck in my throat.  I think it's the oatmeal, and it won't go away.  Maybe my throat is just bruised.  It's really gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115830059715709388?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115830059715709388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115830059715709388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/bathroom-reading.html' title='bathroom reading'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115817918096196068</id><published>2006-09-13T17:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:29:51.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The DSV</title><content type='html'>I've been getting complaints that I'm not updating.  What have I been doing?  GEtting re-aquainted with SeaQuest DSV.  Why you ask?  See below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_PnzI-4EAQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_PnzI-4EAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part is, is that I can tell you which episode almost all these clips are from.  *sigh* Commander Ford.  *sigh* Lieutenant Brody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115817918096196068?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115817918096196068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115817918096196068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/dsv.html' title='The DSV'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115640808438199175</id><published>2006-09-13T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:18:19.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping list</title><content type='html'>-I heart this boot.  &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11079092&amp;SectionID=9000"&gt;DKNY tall suede boot&lt;/a&gt;.  I heart it as much as I heart Benadryl when I'm illin.  That's a whole lotta heart.  Would it be heard to keep it clean?  Just spray right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/vans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/vans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/shopping/product/detailmain.jsp?itemID=22002&amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;iMainCat=121&amp;iSubCat=1145&amp;iProductID=22002"&gt;Vans slip on &lt;/a&gt;is the most comfy shoe on earth.  I lub this print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I saw an infomercial when I was waking up from napping one day and I was totally brainwashed by Leeza Gibbons and this &lt;a href="http://www.sheercover.com/"&gt;Sheer Cover&lt;/a&gt; stuff.  Especially when they whipped out this girl who had a birth mark on her face and they had her take off the Sheer Cover where her make up was and there was her birth mark!  It looks like the miracle make up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Play-Doh.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/Play-Doh.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-These &lt;a href="http://www.fashion-planet.com/shopping/demeter/demeterhome.html"&gt;Demeter fragrances&lt;/a&gt; have been around for a while, but while I was in Montreal I found the &lt;a href="http://www.perpetualkid.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;ProdID=1698&amp;dc=shopzillatrack"&gt;limited edition Playdough&lt;/a&gt;.  It was so yummy smelling.  I regret not buying it.  I had the orange creamsicle smell a while back, it was yummy but needed to be reapplied often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-instead of covering up there is prevention, which is somethign I'm slowly becoming more and more obsessed about.  They use sake to make &lt;a href="http://www.evecare.com/store/skii/facialtreatmentessence215ml_1959.php"&gt;SK II's Facial Treatment Essence&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a part of a whole set but if you were to buy one this is the one to get, you're supposed to massage it into your face before moisturizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/pADIDAS1-2748835_pattern_w345a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/pADIDAS1-2748835_pattern_w345a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- I though Stella Macca for Adidas was a one off but then I saw the &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/C/6005769/0~2376776~2374325~6005769?origin=womensBrands&amp;pbo=6002275"&gt;fall line &lt;/a&gt; at Nordstroms.com!  My feet have been spoiled all summer with my new fave pair of shoes...that are now stink shoes!  I put on my pointy gold flats and after a short jaunt to Richmond and John my baby toe felt like it was being sawed off!  I've got to build my callouses back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/doll.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-I want the Hollaback Girl doll.  It's bananas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I &lt;a href="http://www.shinyshiny.tv/2006/08/more_indegestio.html"&gt;want a PSP&lt;/a&gt; even more now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The coquette sock from &lt;a href="http://www.minisock.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; is really cute but 40 Euros is way to much for somethign I'd probably just wear around the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/p11115276_ph_althero_Brown.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/p11115276_ph_althero_Brown.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -drool....Stella and I discovered this &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11115276&amp;SectionID=9000&amp;swatch=11115284"&gt;Versace handbag&lt;/a&gt; late one night when we both couldn't sleep.  It's so luxe!  I wish the handles were longer though, so i could put it over the shoulder, and I also wish it wasn't almost 2 Gs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'm a secret scrapbooker.  I want these scrapbooks from &lt;a href="http://www.mariepapier.fr/scrap-book_en.htm"&gt;marie papier&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115640808438199175?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115640808438199175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115640808438199175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/shopping-list.html' title='Shopping list'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115755227063285234</id><published>2006-09-06T11:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:17:50.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y.G.S.</title><content type='html'>Had to sit NW down for a talk yesterday about the toilet seat.  I don't mind that he leaves it up, all you have to do is put it down.  But lately I've been drinking a lot of tea and getting up for middle of the night pees (am I getting old?).  And I felt that this toilet seat up when I'm half asleep was hazardous to my health.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All us ladies have had the 'close call', where we're in such a rush we sit down and ops!  That's not the toilet seat!  Our asses almost fall into the toilet water!  So I said to him, you can leave the toilet seat up.  I don't care.  Just when you think it's your last pee of the night, put it back down.  Think of your girlfriend's safety.  Y.G.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115755227063285234?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115755227063285234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115755227063285234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/09/ygs.html' title='Y.G.S.'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115705624970874006</id><published>2006-08-31T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:32:34.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sat it ain't so!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/B00006JDRJ.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1056723609_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/B00006JDRJ.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V1056723609_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been tranferring my pvr stuff to the computer and what a pain in the ass!  It's like old school recording to the VCR.  While I've been doing yoga I've been getting to knwo the different instructors that come onto the show that I record.  At first there was Michelle with the big breasts that I really like, she was pretty and I liked her instruction a lot.  And of course her heaving breasts helped.  But then I never saw here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Lisa, she's so cute and her instruction is great.  I like her episodes the most.  She usually introduces herself as Lisa Bennett Matkin, but everyone else just introduces her as Lisa or Lisa Bennett.  So I'm puttering around the house and an episode with an instructor that i call Grossie Charles is on and I hear him introduce himself as Charles MATKIN.  I was like Whhhaaa??  Lisa is your wife??  Now i call him Lucky Charles.  I &lt;a href="http://www.matkinyoga.com/index.html"&gt;googled&lt;/a&gt; them and indeed they are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I watching too much TV?  I'm talking about these ppl on TV as if I know them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115705624970874006?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115705624970874006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115705624970874006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/sat-it-aint-so.html' title='sat it ain&apos;t so!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115691158681916886</id><published>2006-08-30T01:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:19:46.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Sister</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told you guys around Mean Sister?  She works up the street at the Hasty..where my admierer used to work.  Mean sister and her family took over, I think the two other guys I've seen there are her little bros.  She's so hot cos she is so scary, she's this thin asian girl with think bangs and an angular hair cut, she's got these mean eyes and sharp brows.  I just love her, she's such a charachter, she never smiles, she only has two modes, yelling or evil stare.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NW said once some rice daddy was in there trying to pick her up, her little bro was ringing things in and she was yelling at him, and he was all like, "is that Mandarin you're speaking? I know a little Mandarin," she didn't even look at him.  She scowled at him and walked away.  Ahhh Mean Sister.  How I you entertian me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115691158681916886?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115691158681916886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115691158681916886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/mean-sister.html' title='Mean Sister'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115683780021308352</id><published>2006-08-29T04:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:53:50.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>insane</title><content type='html'>i dunno why i'm still up, i've been trying to figure out how to transfer stuff from the pvr to the desktop, I think I get the idea but I just can't find the right cables.  I heard NW coughing in the bdrm and I went in and snuggled up, I asked him, "do we have an i.wire connection (or somethingn like that), he grunted yes and then asked me what time it was.  when i asked "where is it?" I got no reply.  maybe i should go to sleep.  Quarter to four in the AM isn't the time to ask how to get the clone wars cartoons onto the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to make room for the new tv season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story, I went out with NW's friends to run a brief errands.  They just moved downtown from RH.  I hopped in their car and it was like an amusement park ride!  I had to try so hard not to barf up on them.  I hope they don't think I'm strange, riding around town with the window wide open while it's raining and running out of their car back into the safety of my apartment.  Never have I become car sick so quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115683780021308352?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115683780021308352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115683780021308352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/insane.html' title='insane'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115682859067530411</id><published>2006-08-29T02:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:58:17.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>stink foot!</title><content type='html'>NW and I had just come home from dinner @ the Red Room and we gorged ourselves, as we usually do when we go there.  It was raining a bit on the walk home but not enough to use the umbrella.  We get home and sit down in front of the tv to digest and i say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: do you smell that?&lt;br /&gt;nw: no&lt;br /&gt;me: are you sure it's not your feet?&lt;br /&gt;nw: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few moments pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: are you sure?  it smells like feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw smells feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw: no it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NW gets up to go to the kitchen.  i smell my feet.  so it was me!  I didn't admit it but I went and washed my feet in the sink.  I luv my Stella McCartney shoes but they's stinky now!  Everytime we walk in the rain the smell is emitted.  ew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115682859067530411?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115682859067530411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115682859067530411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/stink-foot.html' title='stink foot!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115657037655430741</id><published>2006-08-26T02:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T05:17:05.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/new_SBSign-.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/new_SBSign-.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0354293/"&gt;Family Business&lt;/a&gt; with NW sometimes, it's one of his shows...he doesn't have a lot of shows, I usually force him to watch mine.  Unless we both have the same taste is entertainment...anyhow.  Family Business is &lt;a href="http://www.pipedreamproducts.com/showdetail.php?Full_Number=AG101-00"&gt;Seymour Butts&lt;/a&gt;' 'reality' show.  It's pretty entertaining and Adam aka Seymour seems to be a pretty nice and normal guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're flipping through the channels tonight and we get porno (with no money shot or anal) on one of the 300s and it's Jamaicain me Horney!  Seymour's porno with his g/f (who just left him a Dear John letter in the season finale) in Jamaica.  It was no fun watching it.  It was like watching a friend's home videos.  I didn't want to know that Adam had a birthmark on the head of his penis.  I was fine without knowing that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115657037655430741?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115657037655430741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115657037655430741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/ew.html' title='ew'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115639129965382584</id><published>2006-08-24T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:50:01.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/IMG_4082.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/400/IMG_4082.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before we left for Montreal, NW and I went uptown to 5 Doors North.  We had a small appetizer, proscuitto rolled up with goat cheese and fig inside.  It was a little too sweet, but still yummy.  Proscuitto can't be wrong!  Then there was an amazing dessert with lemon merange, custard and puff pastry with some berry jam stuff on it.  yum! almost a week later and I'm still thinking about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling poo-like! But not bad enough to stop pigging out on these pastry treats that I got in Montreal.  At this rate they won't last another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115639129965382584?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115639129965382584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115639129965382584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115630820677767217</id><published>2006-08-23T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:47:48.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh Toronto!  The big city!  Montreal was fun, and we survived the rainy weather, crazy Quebecquois drivers, one way streets and a speed drive home to get the rented car back in time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sickie with whatever NW started off the trip with.  I'll write more soon!  In the meantime here is some video I took at the biodome of the pengys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-ZtYAzB4t8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-ZtYAzB4t8" 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/3405191-115630820677767217?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115630820677767217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115630820677767217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115526006058367346</id><published>2006-08-10T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:26:27.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with dessert?</title><content type='html'>NW and I went up to Baldwin St. for dessert around 7pm and we headed for Cafe Le Gaffe, we were about to seat ourselves on the patio when the man there asked us if it was for dinner, we said, "no just drinks and dessert" and he said then we can offer you something inside but not on the patio.  WTF?  Who turns away customers?  There was only one couple in the entire restaurants. Who are they keeping those seats free for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went across the street to John's Cafe and sat down and when I asked what cakes they had they had one.  And half the other desserts listed weren't available.  So we left there too.  What's wrong with desserts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115526006058367346?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115526006058367346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115526006058367346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-wrong-with-dessert.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with dessert?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115513903936829717</id><published>2006-08-09T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:28:18.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>prom</title><content type='html'>I was reading that &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=90572344"&gt;fake prom &lt;/a&gt;is coming up this weekend.  The theme this year is Welcome to the Jungle.  It made me curious if I still fit into my prom dresses.  I tried them both on and they still fit!  10 years later!  Lets see if it still fits in 20!  On one there was a crusy food stain, a 10 year old crusy food stain?  ew!  At least it's a little memory of that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115513903936829717?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115513903936829717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115513903936829717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/prom.html' title='prom'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115504855422211859</id><published>2006-08-08T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:28:35.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ow</title><content type='html'>I taped a bunch of Yoga shows on the PVR and finally got around to watching them yesterday.  The first one was super boring with this girl Padma blah blah blahing for way too long.  Plus she was too pale, she seriously needed some self tanner.  The next one was with this strange looking girl and her effemanate husband.  They moved way to fast for me.  And then I was left with one last show and it was perfect!  I put my yoga mat down and followed along.  I worked up a huge sweat.  This morning I woke up in pain!  My abs (who knew I had any!) are so sore!  My arms hurt and my back hurts a little too.  It's not too bad, it just goes to prove that yoga is a workout!  Now I'm debating if I want to do it again today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115504855422211859?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115504855422211859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115504855422211859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/ow.html' title='ow'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115483675655970874</id><published>2006-08-06T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:28:59.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate and filet mignon</title><content type='html'>I had a yummy Saturday despite being dragged all around the city.  I finally made my way out to the distillery district, it was very fun, so glad I wasn't in heels or I would have lost them many times.  NW and I went directly to &lt;a href="http://www.somachocolate.com/#"&gt;Soma Chocolates&lt;/a&gt; and I was almost tempted into getting the 'freshly churned gelato' since we had walked all the way (it seemed like a good idea at the time).  But I had to have the famous hot chocolate and it was so worth getting sweaty for!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way over to St. Lawrence market to pick up some meat for NW's friend Kristen's place.  We went over there to BBQ later.  I choose fillet mingion which I thought was the best idea.  But when i saw NW slather BBQ sauce on it I thought it was kind of off.  BBQ'ing maybe isn't the best way to cook filet mingion?  Oh how I was proven wrong!  It was soooo good!  And my side....one of Kristen's famous burger.  I stuffed myself.  There was no room for the pork kebob!  We had walked down to Kristen's.  I had suggested walking because I thought she lived at City Place.  That's not to far from me.  But no.  It's Queen's Quay!  To work off our dinner we walked home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a good day, but maybe too much sweating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115483675655970874?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115483675655970874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115483675655970874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/08/chocolate-and-filet-mignon.html' title='chocolate and filet mignon'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115405268986830486</id><published>2006-07-27T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:29:57.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>did i blow the candle out?</title><content type='html'>You know how you when something is so routine that soemtimes you forget if you did it or not?  Today I was leaving Milla's and I thought Eeek!  Did I blow out the candle before I left?  Milla walked me downstairs and I speed walked home to see if my building was still standing.  It was!  When I got upstairs the candle was out.  Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Junky, is that a real post?  Congrats on v.2.0!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115405268986830486?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115405268986830486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115405268986830486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/did-i-blow-candle-out.html' title='did i blow the candle out?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115402749516361625</id><published>2006-07-27T16:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:50:53.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>picture post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/hugh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/400/hugh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House and his pretty pretty eyes. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115402749516361625?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115402749516361625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115402749516361625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/picture-post.html' title='picture post'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115368956322242476</id><published>2006-07-23T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:51:24.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>get out!</title><content type='html'>There are two convience stores downstairs.  One I love and one I hate.  I went down to get some cigs and surprisingly the little one,which is the one i like is closed.  So I begrudginly go to the other one and the transaction is declined.  I've never used this card for an interac purchase so I figured I pressed a button wrong.  First the old Korean dude kept on yelling Decline!  Decline!  so that the 10 ppl behind me could all know what my business was.  Then I asked him, could you try again?  And he says, "Try again?  With same card?  It decline!  Get out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first of all dude.  who charges .25 cents for an interact transaction?  The little store doesn't even though they're littler.  The also give cashback.  And second, I went in there against my will, now you all see why everytime i go it's against my will cos they are assholes.  Last time I was there buying treats the porky son tells me that the snacks look like intestines.  And third, they charge more for their cigarettes.  Bastardos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115368956322242476?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115368956322242476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115368956322242476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-out.html' title='get out!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115335216876055577</id><published>2006-07-19T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:52:58.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a huge geek!</title><content type='html'>Nothing is on TV so I forced NW to watched Voyager with me.  I had a huge laugh when the alien said, "It's pon farr night at the vulcan night club."  My first thought was, that sounds like a good night!  Then my second thought, I'm a huge geek!  Only geeks would have found that funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115335216876055577?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115335216876055577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115335216876055577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-huge-geek.html' title='I&apos;m a huge geek!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115325338850395650</id><published>2006-07-18T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:53:55.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless in toronto</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping well lately.  I'll wake up a few hours after going to bed to go pee or have a sip of water.  I'll toss and turn a bit.  Sometimes my tummy hurts, like I have gas.  Sometimes it is gas.  Usually I'll turn around in the bed and face the other way, with my head by NW's feet and mine by his head.  If that doesn't work I'll get up and have a smoke and try laying down on the sofa.  Last night I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up to NW getting ready for work.  And that was all I remembered. Funny how I can't sleep at night, but I can sleep through NW's entire morning ritual.  Sometimes i crawl back into bed, but today I just kept on sleeping away on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NW says that it's cos i've been eating too late these past few nights.  I suppose that I am getting older and i can't stay up all hours and eat all sorts of things anymore.  I'll try eating less before bed, but I don't think that's the problem.  I think it's cos I've had the AC on max during this freaking heatwave.  The AC blows on me in bed and I cover myself up with my covers.  Thus negating the AC.  There is no winning in the heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115325338850395650?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115325338850395650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115325338850395650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleepless-in-toronto.html' title='sleepless in toronto'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115318849869520873</id><published>2006-07-17T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:55:00.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i keep watching this show?</title><content type='html'>Summer tv sucks ass.  It's only allowed me to attempt to get caught up on House.  I've been watching Treasure Hunters and I don't know why I keep watching the show.  Just about everyone is annoying, there is no one who is likable, and they're all stupid.  There is the stupid Fogel girl who I wish someone would just shoot to shut her up.  I don't know how her parents refrain from beating her.  The Brown family was so slow.  They were eliminated tonight, thank god, we dont' have to see them ooze around and wonder why they're in last place.  Then there are the Geniuses--who should be called the big oogly nerds.  I don't want any of them to win.  I think I keep watching just to see them do more stupid things.  Treasure Hunters is no Amazing Race!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115318849869520873?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115318849869520873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115318849869520873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-i-keep-watching-this-show.html' title='why do i keep watching this show?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115282561509127266</id><published>2006-07-13T18:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:00:17.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chole Clone and other stories...</title><content type='html'>There is a server at the Queen Mother (great patio but too bad it has an awning...no smoking) seemed familiar to me for some reason.  I checked her out from behind my sunglasses but couldn't figure out how I knew her.  I knew the guy who had just sat down a few tables over.  We went to high school together.  But I was way more interested in who this chick was.  Finally after she came back with our drinks she said something in a tone that sounded exactly like Chole Sevigny's charachter in Big Love.  I looked at her thinking, I know who you are!  A brunette Chole!  It was creepy, same voice, same inflection...but sadly not the same fashion sense.  Does this mean I watch too much TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NW is off today and is dragging me around the city.  Usually I haven't been leaving the home until apres 8 pm but today I was up on the patio bright and early at 11am!  Maybe closer to noon.  I'm not sure.   I watched some birds fly around and the clouds change shapes in the sky in between dragging my bench into the shade.   A little later we were out again.  We forgot to bring money with us so we had to go back and go out again (now that's 3 times by 1pm).  Went to lunch and then picked up some fruits and buns from Chinatown.  Now we have to go out again for groceries but i don't want to go.  It's hot and gross out there!  I'm going to try to delay that until sundown.  At least!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I told NW that he has to lock me in the bedroom with my computer until I'm done my resume.  Sometime today.  As  most of you know, I have issues with discipline.  Hopefully this will help.  The bdrm has minimal distraction, no books or magazines, limited channels on the tv and a half busted cd player.  I'll have to remeber to bring food with me.  I'll update you all on Operation Lockdown later if he some how coerces me into the bdrm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Junky has gone on a pilgramage to Graceland, all good Elvis fan should embark on such a trek in their lifetime.  I forgot to ask her to bring me something!  I hope she has a good trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115282561509127266?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115282561509127266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115282561509127266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/chole-clone-and-other-stories.html' title='Chole Clone and other stories...'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115280800877054430</id><published>2006-07-13T13:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:00:46.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the hoff crashed mac</title><content type='html'>I was looking at a  link that my friend Von Ooter had sent me of &lt;a href=" http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3382491587979249836"&gt;David Hasselhoff's new video&lt;/a&gt;  and as I was skipping through it in bewilderment (trying to figure out if it was new or old...and if it were new; why he would do such a thing??).  Then something that only happens once in a blue moon: safari crashed on me.  David Hasselhoff busted my computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115280800877054430?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115280800877054430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115280800877054430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoff-crashed-mac.html' title='the hoff crashed mac'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115239582900491929</id><published>2006-07-08T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:20:01.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>grillin in the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/grillin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/grillin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the Junky picked me up and we headed out to Trinity Bellwoods for a BBQ.  She had bought this cute little grill from Walmart. Best buy ever!  We roasted up some meat (we...meaning Junky) and lazed in the sun.  It was sooooo fun!  Our kebobs were delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening NW took me to Skydome for the under 20 soccer match btwn canada and the US.  Canada sucks,  the score was 2-1 and the 1 goal we got...team USA scored for us.  Ha  but it was still fun.  I got pretty bored during the second half and started snapping pictures of NW's nostril.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115239582900491929?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115239582900491929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115239582900491929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/grillin-in-park.html' title='grillin in the park'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115211090377677689</id><published>2006-07-05T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:20:28.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>stockholm here i come!</title><content type='html'>I just spoke to my cousin who lives in Moscow.  Him and his wife are moving to Stockholm next summer.  Family visit here we come!  yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115211090377677689?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115211090377677689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115211090377677689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/stockholm-here-i-come.html' title='stockholm here i come!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115197429154799700</id><published>2006-07-04T18:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:20:58.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping list</title><content type='html'>Remember when this time of year meant summer vacation?  It still is for some, Boston is off to the motherland (poland) and Peter is on a tour of the Greek Islands with his friend Peter, my folks to vegas.  As a tribute to my mom's shopping this week I've made a list of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/imgsilentkybd_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/imgsilentkybd_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Thanko's &lt;a href="http://dynamism.com/silent-keyboard/main.shtml"&gt;silent keyboard&lt;/a&gt;.  Now no one will know that you're surfing the net while you're talking to them on the phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hardshell luggage is the way to go.  I like this &lt;a href="http://www.irvs.com/image.php?itemno=XCASEXLPINK&amp;src=bizrate&amp;engine=bizrate&amp;keyword=XCASEXLPINK"&gt;pink Heys set&lt;/a&gt;--although the biggest size that is 30" doesn't seem big enough to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/gall_tet_flat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/gall_tet_flat1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-Although I've had back luck with shelving, I'm totally in love with this &lt;a href="http://www.bravespacedesign.com/product_tetris_flat.php"&gt;Tetris shelving&lt;/a&gt; units.  It's an homage to my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me and the girls have been knitting since the end of the television season.  It gives us something to do instead of looking for something to watch on TV.  I read in the &lt;a href="http://laknitterieparisienne.com/NYT_Knit_Lite_Needles.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago about these &lt;a href="http://laknitterieparisienne.com/Knit_Lite.html"&gt;needles with a light on the end&lt;/a&gt;.  Now you can knit while watching a movie without the lights turned up, or on the plane...camping...the possibilities are endless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/jabba_print_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/jabba_print_icon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't remeber where I found &lt;a href="http://www.brandonbird.com/shopping.html"&gt;Brandon Bird's&lt;/a&gt; site (probably Daily Candy), but I love his print, Husky Ne'er-do-well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone knows I love flats.  I used to have such a problem finding shoes that were nice and didn't have a gigantic heel.  Now there is such a huge selection.  I loving these &lt;a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446138694&amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=282574492704178&amp;ASSORTMENT%3C%3East_id=1408474395222441&amp;bmUID=1151978802179&amp;ev19=1:3"&gt;Dior Rebel flats&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/p11140666_ph_althero_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/p11140666_ph_althero_Black.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not many bags have caught my eye lately, but Marc Jacob's &lt;a href="http://www.eluxury.com/browse/product_detail.jhtml?styleid=11140666&amp;SectionID=9000&amp;swatch=11140674"&gt;quilted stam hobo bag&lt;/a&gt; is an exception. I like both colours but the black is more versatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm a sucker for packaging.  The cooler the better.  If it has multiple uses; even better!  &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P78400&amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;categoryId=5689"&gt;Stella McCartney's perfume roll-on&lt;/a&gt; is perfect for just tossing into your bag and heading out.  You can touch up wherever you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/pd_cassisrose_body_mist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/pd_cassisrose_body_mist.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-I think the Body Shop is on a mega comeback.  After everyone's initial obession with the little pots of fruity lip blam in grade school, they've kind of dropped off the radar. Now their mix your own oil is back which is great.  At xmas I grabbed a &lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail_gift.jsp?productId=prod160514&amp;categoryId=cat4620010"&gt;cute little pack of perfume&lt;/a&gt; that I'm still using.  My fave scents from the set are the purple one...&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp?productId=prod160510&amp;categoryId=cat300003"&gt;Altaro &lt;/a&gt;which is supposed to be 'oriental' i like it for it's hint of muskiness.  And the light green one...&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop.com/bodyshop/browse/product_detail.jsp?productId=prod160512&amp;categoryId=cat300003"&gt;Mintevia&lt;/a&gt;.  It's crips and fresh smelling.  Usually I mix those two but I like any combo of the scents.  Last weekend Ruby and I checked out the body shop and I found even more products!  I found even more variety of the dry oil sprays, and mists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115197429154799700?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115197429154799700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115197429154799700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/shopping-list.html' title='shopping list'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115178832697924326</id><published>2006-07-01T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:22:42.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>viva la france</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/3762671943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/3762671943.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhah.  Theirry my boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115178832697924326?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115178832697924326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115178832697924326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/07/viva-la-france.html' title='viva la france'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115150901795970910</id><published>2006-06-28T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:23:06.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>coppers!</title><content type='html'>Living next to a cop shop doesn't make you safe, it just increases your dislike for coppers.  Over the weekend I had to call the cops about a cop car.  There was this black VW Golf in the police parking on the side of the street who's alarm was going off incessantly.  It would stop and then start up again.  It went on like that for almost an hour and I finally called the cops.  About a half our later some guy came out and I yelled at him thru the window to turn off his car alarm.  he said he couldn't so he was leaving the car unlocked so that it wouldn't go off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning at 7am a freaking car alarm goes off.  What car is it?  A VW Golf!  Same one. But now it's a differnt colour.  It's red now with a white hatch on the back.  I was pissed!!!!  No so much for me but for poor NW.  His only day to sleep in andn this happens.  I opened up the window, not caring that I was naked and let out a so many explatives.  As a lady; i am embarasssed at my conduct.  But WTF!!  There was a stupid cop standing by the car and I was screaming my head off.  I don't think he could figure out where my evil voice was coming from--which was probably good since i was standing at the bdrm window naked.  At one point he screamed:  I'm trying to turn it off!  I just kept on yelling and yelling.  Finally I was fed up and I got up and got dressed and went downstairs with my phone.  The copper was gone and the alarm had stopped but I called the cops anyways.  i told them that I had called on the weekend and I would keep on calling as long as this noise kept on going on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up the Golf was gone.  But I know It'll be back.  And I'll be waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115150901795970910?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115150901795970910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115150901795970910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/coppers.html' title='coppers!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115143897225876144</id><published>2006-06-27T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:23:54.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'>movie spree</title><content type='html'>I've been on a movie spree lately.  I finally finished The Squid and the Whale with Milla.  We had been watching it in parts every time i visited her.  For a film where you dislike everyone in it (including the little boy) it's a likeable film.  During our lives we all figure out that are parents are not the all knowing, all seeing entities that once thought.  They're just people, full of flaws and issues like we are.  The film is hilarious at moments and touching as well.  You cringe along with all the moments.  But I totally missed why it's called the Squid and the Whale.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Lucky Number Slevin which was surprisingly good.  Usually I can predict what happens next but I didn't even want to guess I was enjoying the plot twists too much.  I finally got to see Narnia, it was a little slow, but visually amazing.  Mr. Tumnus was played by the guy who was in Dune.  He looked familiar for the entire film and it wasn't until I IMDB'd it that I realised it was Leto from Children of Dune!  And once again Liam Neeson's charachter buys the farm.  I swear movies just have Liam Neeson it it to lure me in and then they kill him!  Gangs of New York, Kingdom of Heaven, The Phantom Menace (after some screen time) and now this!  But at least he comes back to life at the end.  I've got to see Kinsey, he can't die possibly die in the first 10 minutes in that one...right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night I watched The New World.  NW rolled his eyes when he saw the credits, Colin Farrell and Christian Bale.  But I'd been looking forward to seeing this flick since it came out I love the Pocahontas story.  Q'orianka Kilcher was soooooo beautiful.  The entire film was so great.  I totally fell in love with it.  Everyone must see it!  I know I'll be watching it again many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I caught bits of Seven Years in Tibet on City TV.  I enjoyed it but Brad Pitt kind of annoyed me but hooray for D.B. Wong.  Although his charachter had an oogly mole on his face it's still good to see the Asian brothers representing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115143897225876144?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115143897225876144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115143897225876144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/movie-spree.html' title='movie spree'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115118183372294720</id><published>2006-06-24T17:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:24:53.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>antarctica</title><content type='html'>Shortly after watching the making of doc on the March of the Penguins DVD I became obsessed with Antarctica.  I think I remeber telling Ruby about how I wanted to go back to school so i could studying something to become one of those ppl who lives in antarctica (ie. scientist, not penguins).  Since then the idea of living there has worn off but I still want to go.  I'm planting the seed and mentioning the antarctic a lot.  I think NW thinks I'm kidding.  But i'm not!  I must go to Antarctica.  It's calling me!  The ice, the rawness, the nature, the solitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115118183372294720?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115118183372294720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115118183372294720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/antarctica.html' title='antarctica'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115090131651572246</id><published>2006-06-21T11:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:25:17.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>green!</title><content type='html'>For a moment this morning I thought I was special.  I was about to flush the toilet when I noticed a pile of glowing emerald jems in the place where my #2 should be.  I washed my hands and put in my contact and took a closer look.  Green #2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.  Am i turning into the Hulk?  A leprachaun?  Quickly I googled 'green poo' and found that it is not just me.  Everyone else has green #2's as well.  To confirm this I called NW and asked if he had ever had green #2.  He said yes, "for me that's called sunday." So turns out I'm not so special after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115090131651572246?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115090131651572246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115090131651572246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/green.html' title='green!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115083816143380220</id><published>2006-06-20T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:25:46.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff*</title><content type='html'>Bye bye &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/LAC.20060620.RCABAN20/TPStory/?query=caban"&gt;Caban...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you suppose there will be a big sale?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115083816143380220?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115083816143380220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115083816143380220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/sniff.html' title='*sniff*'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115082686443107346</id><published>2006-06-20T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:26:15.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>more world cup</title><content type='html'>I was just talking to the concierge downstairs about the world cup.  i apologized profusely for ruining the score of a game for him last week and promised not to talk to him until the middle of july.  He said he missed being back in Englad though cos there is really the World Cup feel over there.  I told him that NW had worked his sked around England's games and he said that he used to do the same as well.  To prep for a game he used to unplug the phone and stack up the beer and snacks in front of the TV cos he couldn't look away.  Now adays we've got pvr so we can just press pause and get a cold drink from the fridge.  No unplugging of phones is needed, you just need to switch to silent mode.  He also said that women in England hate world cup time.  Apparently there are more break ups and 9 months later there are less children born.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In non world cup related news I love Eric Bana.  Hulk, Troy, and now in Munich.  We watched the over 2 hour long flick on sunday night and I had crazy dreams all night.  Sadly Eric Bana did not present himself in any of them.  Intresting fact, my dad participated in the '64 and '68 olympics, Munich was the next one...but he was onto Univeristy b-ball by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115082686443107346?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115082686443107346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115082686443107346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-world-cup.html' title='more world cup'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115022074649096794</id><published>2006-06-13T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:26:46.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>barthez the builder, can he win it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Bob%20the%20Builder%20waving.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/Bob%20the%20Builder%20waving.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/4barthez.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/4barthez.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the footy with NW now cos France is playing, they're the only team whom I can name more than 1 player, Thierry Henry, Znedan Zdeen (spellin?) and Mr. Evangelista....Fabien Barthez.  I noticed today how much Fabien looks like Bob the Builder!  Can't get the theme song out of my head now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115022074649096794?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115022074649096794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115022074649096794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/barthez-builder-can-he-win-it.html' title='barthez the builder, can he win it?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115021188044570846</id><published>2006-06-13T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:27:08.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the sims</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/01_bachelor_pad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/01_bachelor_pad.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of installing my Sims games on to NW's PC.  I've been Sim'less since I moved to my mac...but no longer.  I've been playing for hours and hours!  Ruby came over on the weekend to see where I had been hiding and she even got hooked.  Last night i saw Russ online *gasp* and he confirmed the crack-like addiction that sims is.  He had to uninstall it to escape.  Maybe I'll have to do the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115021188044570846?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115021188044570846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115021188044570846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/sims.html' title='the sims'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-115005478546865770</id><published>2006-06-11T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:27:30.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hostel &amp; heroes</title><content type='html'>I read about this new show Heroes from two of my fave sites and finally decided to &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/NBC_First_Look/Heroes/"&gt;check out the preview&lt;/a&gt;.  Both &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/7114544.html"&gt;Oh no you didn't &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.angryasianman.com/angry.html"&gt;Angry Asian Man &lt;/a&gt;mentioned it.  I liked the little blurb enough, sounded kinda x-men like.  But the preview was amazing.  Really looking forward to it.  Hooray for what Lost has spawned.  It's got everyone watching sci-fi and they don't even know it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milla brought Hostel over one night last week and we watched maybe the first 40 minutes of it.  The the gore started!  It was too much!  Up until then it was pretty fun.  The only reason that we kept it on was because NW had started watching and was into it.  Today we went for a walk in Kensington Market and we walked past the little park and there was this smoke stack!  Hostel i my own backyard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-115005478546865770?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115005478546865770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/115005478546865770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/hostel-heroes.html' title='hostel &amp; heroes'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114969639083185734</id><published>2006-06-07T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:27:53.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ack!</title><content type='html'>I'm getting old!  I found all these old pictures of my daddy and I've been putting them in order and putting them into an album.  My daddy has lots of spots and beauty marks (manly marks?) on his face and body but when he was young he didn't.  I've always taken after him in most things.  I have quite a few beauty marks on my body (most famously my second set of eyes on my right shoulder) and I've been getting more and more each year.  I was just in the bathroom and noticed some spots on my face!  They're not as bad as my dad's but IT IS BEGINNING!  I need some microdermabrasion asap!  In the meantime I just smeared acid on them.  Hopefully they'll peel off.  I'm not ready for spots yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114969639083185734?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114969639083185734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114969639083185734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/06/ack.html' title='ack!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114908698640020348</id><published>2006-05-31T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:28:20.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye smoking rooms</title><content type='html'>I'm specifically sad to say bye bye to the impressive smoking room in the Royal Bank building on Front.  What will become of it?  That smoking room sheltered me all winter while I worked down there.  Everytime I couldn't stand another second being in that freaking store I would close up shop and take refuge there....smoke a cig...and go back and things wouldn't be so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand this smoking ban.  Wasn't there already a smoking ban a few years ago?  We're already not allowed to smoke anywhere.  So where are we allowed to smoke now?  I thought we were just allowed to smoke on the street anyways.  Lotsa coverages about this smoking ban but what are the rules exactly?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I walked right thru the turnstile on the subway and didn't pay the the guy freaked out.  So what?  Since the strike you're suddenly allowed to argue about fare again?  how long did that last?  2 days?  screw you ttc.  Plus my stop was filthly!  You'd think after they'd been shut down for the day they would be clean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114908698640020348?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114908698640020348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114908698640020348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/bye-bye-smoking-rooms.html' title='bye bye smoking rooms'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114890715787305566</id><published>2006-05-29T09:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:28:51.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>x3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/xmen051606.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/xmen051606.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see X3 last night.  It wasn't great but it wasn't bad.  I didn't really feel like there was a story but they could have done a lot worse.  It was entertaining, lots of Hugh to look at.  Found it odd how his shirt and his flesh were ripped off but his jeans  miraculously stayed intact.  In the end there was a tiny patch missing from his jeans...a tiny tiny one that wasn't high up enough on his thigh.  I liked how Jean mostly just stood around, usually she's great to look at but unbearable as an actress...this time they did the keanu/matrix thing...say the least amount possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is supposed to be this big thing after the credits but everyone is hush hush about, I'll tell you waht it is...cos its not worth staying behind for...xavier is alive.  if you think jean/phoenix actually killed him.  Nope.  he's inhabiting the body of that guy at Moira's facility.  That's what the clip reveals.  dont' stay for the credits.  Just go home (or sneak into another movie).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114890715787305566?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114890715787305566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114890715787305566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/x3.html' title='x3'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114873633561811410</id><published>2006-05-27T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:29:13.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>where are my smokes?</title><content type='html'>I decided to head out early to enjoy the weather before it got too hot (i'm never happy its always too hot or too cold) and I bought a new pack of cigs.  I was gonna enjoy one in the sun and sit in the parking lot next to my building.  When I sat down I thought strange, I sat down pretty easily with a pack of smokes in my pocket.  I looked around and they were no longer there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backtracked my route and found them there on the corner of the street.  I opened the pack just to make sure that it was mine.  I went back to my spot in the parking lot but birds had come to eat out of the garbage and I noticed a few ppl out on their balconies looking at me so I finished my smoke and came back inside.  Forget going outside if I'm just gonna lose my cigs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114873633561811410?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114873633561811410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114873633561811410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-are-my-smokes.html' title='where are my smokes?'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114865895527534262</id><published>2006-05-26T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:29:31.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>visiting</title><content type='html'>Junky came to visit yesterday and we had a grand ole time.  As soon as she arrived I put on the Clone Wars cartoons.  Finally someone who could enjoy it with me.  It was even better watching it all with someone else!    For intermission from the 4 hours of cartoons we headed out to lunch on Baldwin where Junky treated me to a yummy pulled pork sammich.  I think later there was more cartoons and a shirmp ring but it gets kind of fuzzy.  but fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114865895527534262?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114865895527534262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114865895527534262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/visiting.html' title='visiting'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114857100063853594</id><published>2006-05-25T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:29:51.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uh oh</title><content type='html'>NW and I said that we would quit smoking after we ran out of duty free cigs.  Well, I never said I would quit. I said I would cut down dramatically.  But I think we're down to the last two packs.  It's time.  Is that win a car thing still going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114857100063853594?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114857100063853594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114857100063853594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/uh-oh.html' title='uh oh'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114834565131939844</id><published>2006-05-20T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:30:15.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/johnny%20depp%20-%20as%20jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/johnny%20depp%20-%20as%20jack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Milla!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114834565131939844?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114834565131939844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114834565131939844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday!'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114507139699241164</id><published>2006-05-20T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:30:42.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Style: Skinny Jean Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Miss%20Sixty%20%3F%3FEden%3F%3F%20Stretch%20Jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Miss%20Sixty%20%3F%3FEden%3F%3F%20Stretch%20Jeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Miss Sixty ´Eden´ Stretch Jeans&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Marc%20by%20Marc%20Jacobs%20White%20Stretch%20Denim%20Jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Marc%20by%20Marc%20Jacobs%20White%20Stretch%20Denim%20Jeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs White Stretch Denim Jeans&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Taverniti%20So%20%3F%3FJanis%3F%3F%20Skinny%20Stretch%20Jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Taverniti%20So%20%3F%3FJanis%3F%3F%20Skinny%20Stretch%20Jeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Taverniti So ´Janis´ Skinny Stretch Jeans&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Rock%20%26%20Republic%20%3F%3FJanice%3F%3F%20Crop%20Jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Rock%20%26%20Republic%20%3F%3FJanice%3F%3F%20Crop%20Jeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rock &amp; Republic ´Janice´ Crop Jeans&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/DIESEL%20%3F%3FElyza%3F%3F%20Skinny%20Pants.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/DIESEL%20%3F%3FElyza%3F%3F%20Skinny%20Pants.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;DIESEL´Elyza´ Skinny Pants&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos: nordstrom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114507139699241164?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114507139699241164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114507139699241164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/style-skinny-jean-bonanza.html' title='Style: Skinny Jean Bonanza'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114793270294621682</id><published>2006-05-18T02:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:31:14.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/xavier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/xavier.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a comfort present for missing out of Sam Roberts,  NW got us tickets to the Xavier Rudd concert tonight at the Phoenix.  I stalled and stalled finally figuring that we'd show up in the middle of the opening act.  But we showed up and we were still early!  &lt;a href="http://www.jeremyfishermusic.com/"&gt;Jeremy Fisher&lt;/a&gt; opened and he was on the stage for maybe 25 minutes.  We googled him before and I read that he did his last tour on his bicycle.  He rode to raise money for girls in ghana.  He was pretty good, great lyrics, but a little pop-py.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xavierrudd.com/flash.html"&gt;Xavier Rudd &lt;/a&gt;was totallly amazing.  I discovered him while on a folk kick.  I think he is aussie and is married to a canadian chick.  He plays all sorts of instruments, including digeridoo, guitar, percussion, harmonica, he had this staion set up where he just sat and played.  He was a one man show and he was soooooo awesome.  It got so hot in there and you were put into this kind of trance and you just danced a long to his music.  He put out this great vibe and it was such an awesome show.  He had an Aussie aborigine come out before the show and bless us with the good spirits and he totally did.  This is why I love small venues!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, I used my new &lt;a href="http://www.lauramercier.com/products/flawless_face/products/foundation/silk_creme_foundation/"&gt;Laura Mercier Silk Creme Foundation&lt;/a&gt; tonight and it was magic.  I have heard lots of great things about it and grabbed it on my trip.  I evened out my skin tone and gave me this nice dewey glow.  It was like I was a teenager again.  It helped mask the jetlag and post-poisoning blahness.  Even after hours and hours of sweat (Xavier played the longest encore set EVER!) it still looked the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114793270294621682?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114793270294621682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114793270294621682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/concert.html' title='concert'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114767113581910093</id><published>2006-05-15T02:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:31:43.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uuuhhhhhhhHhhhHHhhhhh part deux</title><content type='html'>NW and I are taking turns not feeling well.  Yesterday we spent in our room going totally stir crazy.  We felt so much better than over night, but since we had been up all night it felt like we had been stuck in our room for hours!!!  We stayed on a diet of watered down gatorade.  He had a nutrigrain bar and I against Junky's advice had some beef jerky.  God damn it tasted good...but bad idea!!!!  NW's folks finally returned from the Poisners (aka newlyweds) bbq around 8pm and we gladly rushed up to their suite...just to get out of ours!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we woke up feeling a lot better.  I knew I was better cos I was finally feeling cold again.  When inside in Vegas I'm always cold.  So i turned down the AC and had some of the crackers that NW's folks had got us the night before.  After they came up from breakfast they had brought us some fruit.  I went out for a walk with NW's sister and I felt alright.  We went downstairs to share a wonton soup.  Our tummies felt fine afterwards but we were both so sleepy.  AFter 12 hours of sleep we figured there would be no way that we woudl be tired agin.  But we ended up goign down for a 2 hour nap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved rooms to a big suite with a jacuzzi tub.  After my nap I was feeling kinda sour again, I wasn't sure if it was cos i wasn't ready for solids or if it was because I was still hungry.  We attempted a walk but I really wasn't feeling good so we came back up to our room and ordered some room service.  Up until then NW was feeling alright, but after I ate my congee I felt great!  So  now it's my turn feeling alright and NW is lying in bed waiting for the kaopectate to kick in.  I don't mind calling it a night.  Thank god we're in a new room!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw is our last day, I don't have high expectations.  I'm just hoping to feel better before we get on the red eye back to the T dot.  A a side note, me...the one who cannot resiste spoilers...saw that there was news about survivor.  Yes I PVR'd it all but i still spoiled it for myself.  My hunny bunny Aras won!!  Who would have thought!  I shoudl have gone down to sports betting to see what the odds were!  Aras probably would have made me some money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114767113581910093?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114767113581910093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114767113581910093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-part-deux.html' title='uuuhhhhhhhHhhhHHhhhhh part deux'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114755293735402606</id><published>2006-05-13T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:32:07.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UHHHHHhhhhh</title><content type='html'>So as i was saying at the end of the last post...I wasn't feeling well.  After I finished blogging last night I visited the bathroom and ended up staying there all night with stuff coming out of either end of me.  NW came home around 2pm and by 4am he and I were fighting over who would be using the toilet.  We was poisoned!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a huge baby, I cried for my mom and cried for Milla, Ruby and Junky.  Poor NW could do nothing but continue barfing.  We consoled each other in between our sprints to the bathroom. Finally 7:30am rolled around and we called NW's mom to take care of us.  She brought gatorade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we're contemplating the room service menu.  I'm a jillion times better than last night but still far from 100%.  and what up with msn?  where is everyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114755293735402606?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114755293735402606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114755293735402606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/uhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='UHHHHHhhhhh'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114750308713369847</id><published>2006-05-13T03:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:32:39.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>las vegas...so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/view.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/320/view.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the view from our hotel room, our 3rd and final hotel of the trip.  NW and I finally decided to get internet cos we finally actually have downtime now that the wedding is done.  He's gone down to meet his cousins for a drink.  I initially wanted to go dancing tonight but no one else was up for it.  I wasn't up for going downstairs to sit around drinking a virgin drink or water...since thats all I've been doing since we got here.  I'll wait to get gussied up for dancing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all it's friggin hot.  Each day here keeps on getting hotter and hotter.  Today I think it was over 100 degrees.  I don't know what that is in C.  But I see that it's 11C in Toronto at the moment.  It's 32C here and it's nearly midnight.  The first night NW and I got in late, we waited and waited for a shuttle bus but nothing came, finally we shared a cab with a lady that we had befriended in the smoker's lounge in T.O., we walked around for a bit and finally went to bed around 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I had fallen asleep there was a big explosion.  I could swear that I could feel the bed moving.  Then there was another even bigger one, and again the bed was moving and I could hear car alarms going off outside.  We were totally woken out of a deep sleep and we had no idea what the sound was.  Thunder?  Army training?  Terrorists? Earthquake?  A building being imploded?  None of these answers made us get up out of bed or anything.  It ended up being the last one, as we walked by the building that used to be there on our way to breakkie we saw that it was all rubble.  Too bad we didn't know about it or else we could have gone and watched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm..what else has happened...i've done a ton of shopping.  I can't shop anymore cos nothing fits in my suitcase.  I'm gonna have to wear half the stuff back home.  On the second night after dinner NW and I went upstairs in our hotel to the arcade.  it was also the rollercoaster entrance.  We thought for sure the rollercoaster would be closed so we were playing some of the games.  I ended up winning 4 Batmans in the claw machine thingee.  It's good to know that batman loves me as much as I luv him!  The rollercoaster ended up being open and I was so excited!  We got on it and as we were going up the giant giant giant drop I began regretting my decision.  I had been all excited to ride this rollercoaster that snakes around New York New York casino since it had opened.  but no one ever wanted to go on it with me.  (no one being my parents).  My eyes remained open for maybe 3 seconds.  The rest of it, I spent praying for the ride to be over while my skirt was up flying in the Las Vegas night.  I nearly pee'd myself!  My legs were like jelly when we got off.  NW loved it and said the view was amazing.  I opened my eyes at one point and only saw a building flying towards my face.  All I can say is never again!  But I do recommend it for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was interesting, but i have learned if you dont' have anything good to say say nothing at all.  The chapel was great, the groom was handsome, the food was great, I ate too much mini bruschetta and have heartburt now.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NW's fam is super nice.  They are all really cool and laid back.  His Aunt called me by his ex's name today, but she also called me by her daughter's name as well so I won't hold it against her.  (but I am waay prettier and taller than his ex!)  I think that is all for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  I almost forgot...at our second hotel...Stardust we checked in early so i room hadn't been made yet.  Taht was fine, we left and got on with our day and when we got back, the room was made up but still disgusting, half used toilitries, dirty kleenexes...It was late so we just went to bed.  When I got up int he morning I saw ants crawling out of our sink.  That was just too much so I went to complain.  I thought they were gonna give ups buffet tickets or something.  Nope.  Instead the moved us to a room across the hall.  I giant room 3 times the size of my condo!  I walked in and looked around and saw a dining table, 2 sofas, a coffe table, a bar, bar stools, then i find the bathroom taht leads into the open closet, that leads into the bdrm, which is just like our old room.  The bdrm lead out to the living area again.  I peaked out our window...a patio...right out to the pool!  It was great!  Too bad we were only there one night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I think that is all.  That bruschetta is really making me not feel well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114750308713369847?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114750308713369847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114750308713369847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/las-vegasso-far.html' title='las vegas...so far...'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405191.post-114507045608492141</id><published>2006-05-12T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:34:25.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Style: Tops</title><content type='html'>some tops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Nanette%20Lepore%20Sweet%20N%20Tangy%20top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Nanette%20Lepore%20Sweet%20N%20Tangy%20top.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nanette Lepore Sweet N Tangy top&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Marc%20by%20Marc%20Jacobs%20Miss%20Marc%20Tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Marc%20by%20Marc%20Jacobs%20Miss%20Marc%20Tank.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs 'Miss Marc'tank...that's me on the tank top!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Ella%20Moss%20Mini%20Pixie%20Stix%20Tunic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Ella%20Moss%20Mini%20Pixie%20Stix%20Tunic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ella Moss 'Mini Pixie Stix' tunic&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Marc%20by%20Marc%20Jacobs%20Veronica%20Dot%20Jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Marc%20by%20Marc%20Jacobs%20Veronica%20Dot%20Jacket.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;totally I Love Lucy...Marc by Marc Jacobs Veronica Dot jacket&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Norma%20Kamali%20Everlast%20Strip%20All%20top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Norma%20Kamali%20Everlast%20Strip%20All%20top.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;more stripes...Norma Kamali Everlast 'Stripe All' top&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/1600/Marc%20by%20Marc%20Jacobs%20Mandy%20Stripe%20Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2782/68/200/Marc%20by%20Marc%20Jacobs%20Mandy%20Stripe%20Top.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs 'Mandy Stripe' top.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos: nordstrom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405191-114507045608492141?l=selinakyle7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114507045608492141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405191/posts/default/114507045608492141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selinakyle7.blogspot.com/2006/05/style-tops.html' title='Style: Tops'/><author><name>a*c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
