<?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-3873588</id><updated>2012-02-09T05:18:15.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Isn't About You</title><subtitle type='html'>That song ain't about you and neither is this blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-115368609426243939</id><published>2006-07-23T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:21:34.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7/11/06  &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;Utter Exhaustion Sets In (The Road Trip From Hell) Pt. 1      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ok. So I lied. I promised I’d be better about responding to emails, etc., and I haven’t really been very good about it. But I really have been very busy. Two weekends of my life were spent helping my sister move out of her old apartment (here) and into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115368609426243939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=115368609426243939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/115368609426243939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/115368609426243939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2006/07/71106-utter-exhaustion-sets-in-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-115126646330661113</id><published>2006-06-25T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T16:14:23.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Explanation…      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ok so I’ve pretty much been AWOL or nearly impossible to get ahold of since school ended. There’s good reason for that but that still doesn’t make up for my rather late responses to most of the emails, phone calls, and Facebook messages I’ve gotten from people. So I’m sorry to all ya’ll out there who I’ve done this to. You should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115126646330661113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=115126646330661113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/115126646330661113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/115126646330661113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2006/06/explanation-ok-so-ive-pretty-much-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-114582642826921874</id><published>2006-04-23T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:07:08.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah...It's hard to feel crappy when the sun is shining brightly, the smell of fresh grass wafts along a breeze through your open window, and the soundtrack is a bunch of little kids running around happily outside. And yet, somehow even the feel of spring in the air isn't enough to dispell the cloud that's been hanging over me for quite awhile now.  It's been a rough few weeks...and for once, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/114582642826921874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=114582642826921874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/114582642826921874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/114582642826921874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-113864738320548929</id><published>2006-01-30T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:32:29.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Story of My Worst Haircut Ever (Illustrated)So over winter break a few weeks ago I decided to get a trim before I came back to school since my hair was starting to grow out a bit longer than I wanted. I went to the same salon in the city that I've been to a few times before, which is relatively cheap but give pretty good haircuts (esp. considering how mucht they charge). In fact my first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/113864738320548929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=113864738320548929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113864738320548929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113864738320548929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2006/01/story-of-my-worst-haircut-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-113743671094824979</id><published>2006-01-16T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:41:06.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything Is New....I feel like I have a new outlook on life. This break was exhausting, physically and emotionally but was also, in a lot of ways, cathartic and therapeutic. I reconnected with old friends, as well as became closer to lots of new ones. Reading the previous post below I almost had to laugh at how angry I sound and how I see everything so differently now. I feel much better about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/113743671094824979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=113743671094824979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113743671094824979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113743671094824979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2006/01/everything-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-113427522140543875</id><published>2005-12-10T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:27:01.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Failure. Rejection. I Suck At Life.I've decided that I suck at life. So far, within the span of a few months, I've been rejected from:1) one job (as a host at my college's admission office- where, it's actually statistically harder to get a job with admissions than to actually get into the damn school itself- which is a very hard school to get into in general). Not like I really wanted the job, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/113427522140543875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=113427522140543875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113427522140543875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113427522140543875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/12/failure.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-113338566778135091</id><published>2005-11-30T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:22:08.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConfusedIf there's one thing I've been feeling lately, its one of utter and profound confusion. Just as I've come to terms with certain decisions that in some ways had already been decided for me before (as in I had already decided the way I just hadn't yet acknowledged as much), inevitably situations have arisen, albeit far different ones than from before and have complicated everything. Its so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/113338566778135091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=113338566778135091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113338566778135091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113338566778135091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/11/confused-if-theres-one-thing-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-113192162419308205</id><published>2005-11-13T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:08:52.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sophomore Slump (wherein the blogger takes a break from waxing poetic)I don't know if I actually have sophomore slump per se, but I've definitely become a lot more anti-social this year. Lately, I just want to sleep and watch movies and Sex &amp; The City on weekends and not go out or really see anyone. Sounds terrible I know, but I just feel so tired all the time. I feel like I hardly ever have any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/113192162419308205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=113192162419308205' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113192162419308205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/113192162419308205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/11/sophomore-slump-wherein-blogger-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112836956844092596</id><published>2005-10-03T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:59:44.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RegretI sometimes have this feeling that grabs ahold of me once in awhile, usually when I'm feeling most vulnerable, most alone, that that guy I passed the other day was my soul mate and I never even got to really see his face, let alone his soul. Or that someone I knew long ago could have been, might have been, but for my interefering, but for my fear of the unknown, I lost him.  That I'm never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112836956844092596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112836956844092596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112836956844092596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112836956844092596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/10/regret-i-sometimes-have-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112684146624718897</id><published>2005-09-15T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T22:37:42.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letting Go....I didn't know how to follow up after the last post, hence the lack of updates. I guess there isn't really anything quite "appropriate" enough to follow something like that. You just sort have to keep going and just let time pass as best as you can. The title of this entry doesn't necessarily refer to the last entry; for once again I feel the need to talk about myself (human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112684146624718897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112684146624718897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112684146624718897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112684146624718897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/09/letting-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112551519891127501</id><published>2005-08-31T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:08:12.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIP...There were a lot of empty words that filled me. Things I wanted to say but didn't know how. How to make the pain hurt less for my friends who I see all covered in blackness. How to tell you that though we didn't know each other that well, I knew enough about you to say truthufully, you deserved better. A whole lot better. But I just hope that your own pain has dissappeared now, that all you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112551519891127501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112551519891127501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112551519891127501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112551519891127501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/08/rip.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112269277137461721</id><published>2005-07-29T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:06:11.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>......You know, I thought I'd left all the baggage behind for good the day I graduated from high school. But I guess it's like the title from that U2 album- "All that you can't leave behind"- you can't  get rid of emotional baggage easily. It's just always gonna be there, hanging off of you, weighing you down until you decide to deal with it. You can't just drop it off along the way, cuz if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112269277137461721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112269277137461721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112269277137461721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112269277137461721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112664785282982</id><published>2005-07-11T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:04:07.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cool water fountain at millenium park </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112664785282982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112664785282982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112664785282982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112664785282982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/cool-water-fountain-at-millenium-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112662088797440</id><published>2005-07-11T20:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:03:40.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the giant bean at millenium park </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112662088797440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112662088797440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112662088797440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112662088797440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/giant-bean-at-millenium-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112659388137647</id><published>2005-07-11T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:03:13.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another view of the skyline </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112659388137647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112659388137647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112659388137647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112659388137647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-view-of-skyline.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112652566970481</id><published>2005-07-11T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:02:05.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>view of chicago skyline </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112652566970481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112652566970481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112652566970481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112652566970481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/view-of-chicago-skyline.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112647450938060</id><published>2005-07-11T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:01:14.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yet another view from the observatory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112647450938060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112647450938060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112647450938060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112647450938060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/yet-another-view-from-observatory.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112644303880436</id><published>2005-07-11T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:00:43.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another view from the observatory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112644303880436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112644303880436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112644303880436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112644303880436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-view-from-observatory.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112632261534305</id><published>2005-07-11T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:58:42.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the view from the Hancock observatory 1 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112632261534305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112632261534305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112632261534305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112632261534305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/view-from-hancock-observatory-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112623406715633</id><published>2005-07-11T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:57:14.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the view from the observatory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112623406715633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112623406715633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112623406715633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112623406715633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/view-from-observatory.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-112112584600976944</id><published>2005-07-11T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:14:35.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: so-soMovie: “I Heart Huckabees” (2004 )Music: “Superstition” ~ Stevie WonderQuote: “If everyone who’d gone to the Live 8 concerts had donated just one dollar, that would’ve raised so much money- money that could’ve been sent to Africa.”- a friend    &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;     &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Live 8 Was *Exactly* What I Thought It Would Be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/112112584600976944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=112112584600976944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112584600976944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/112112584600976944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/07/mood-so-so-movie-i-heart-huckabees.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111992309264947692</id><published>2005-06-27T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:11:13.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: okey-dokeyMusic: "Out of Time"~ BlurMovie: Batman Begins (2005)Quote: "Can you hear the sound of hours blowing away?" – Superdrag         Things I Need/Want To Do This Summer&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;      1) Decide on Major   I think History will probably be my major, just because I’ve already fulfilled some of the requirements for it and I do like it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111992309264947692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111992309264947692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111992309264947692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111992309264947692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/06/mood-okey-dokey-music-out-of-time-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111880428355906359</id><published>2005-06-14T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:20:41.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: tired, sick of the heatMusic: “Hot Days”~The Flaming LipsMovie: n/aQuote: “It’s getting’ hot in herre so take off all your clothes…”- Nelly      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Melting…     &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;It’s been a friggin’ heat wave here lately- the past 2 weeks straight have been 90+ degrees and it feels like 110 degrees. The humidity is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111880428355906359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111880428355906359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111880428355906359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111880428355906359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/06/mood-tired-sick-of-heat-music-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111828833725528072</id><published>2005-06-08T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:38:57.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gone Fishin'Well not really, but I will be gone to attend my brother's graduation in another city. Been very, very busy lately and lots to rant about so I'll update this as soon as I have a few moments to spare (but that may not happen for a long while). Working 7 days a weeks, 52 hours a week sorta saps all your time and energy, you know? Anyway, if peeps try to email/call/etc. me and I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111828833725528072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111828833725528072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111828833725528072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111828833725528072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/06/gone-fishin-well-not-really-but-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111688747858686344</id><published>2005-05-23T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:31:18.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and I found this *wonderful* picture from last summer when I went to the shore for senior week. It's from the boardwalk. A really great representation of what Americans think of Iraqis, isn't it? By the way, the sign for the paintball place reads "Wack the Iraq" in case you couldn't really see it clearly enough. Just lovely, isn't it? And don't tell me that there's probably an equivalent sort </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111688747858686344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111688747858686344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111688747858686344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111688747858686344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-and-i-found-this-wonderful-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111662662020814413</id><published>2005-05-20T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:19:23.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;Mood: tired/sleepyMusic: “This Modern Love” ~ Bloc PartyMovie: The Breakfast Club (1984)Quote: “The years go fast but the days go slow…”- Modest Mouse    &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;   I Just Wanna Get Out. Right Now.      &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I do. I really do. My parents are driving me crazy and it’s barely been a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111662662020814413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111662662020814413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111662662020814413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111662662020814413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-tiredsleepy-music-this-modern.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111449961141074009</id><published>2005-04-26T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T03:14:44.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: slightly depressed/okMusic: "Born Into The World"~ SupersystemMovie: n/aQuote: "I'm steady...it's those stars that aren't"- Derek WalcottSpring Brings SecretsOk, not sure if that title makes sense or not but anyway tried to be clever or whatever and failed miserably. The point is that I feel like I'm being ploughed under by everyone's secrets. Don't worry for the people who know what I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111449961141074009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111449961141074009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111449961141074009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111449961141074009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/mood-slightly-depressedok-music-born.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111379484224319427</id><published>2005-04-17T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:41:46.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: tired/frazzled but still relatively happyMusic: "Cartwheels" ~ The Reindeer SectionMovie: n/aQuote: "I always thought of myself as a heterosexual but then I hear myself talk [on a reording] and I'm like ooohhh maybe not..."- my philosophy professorMy WishlistI know materialistic things aren't supposed to make me as happy as they do but don't blame me, it's not my fault I grew up in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379484224319427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379484224319427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/mood-tiredfrazzled-but-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379476449164598</id><published>2005-04-17T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:39:18.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I get an iPod, I'll of course have to but a cool iPod skin to go with it and I think this one would be perfecto. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379476449164598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379476449164598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-get-ipod-ill-of-course-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379474934912796</id><published>2005-04-17T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:37:50.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379474934912796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379474934912796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379395362217263</id><published>2005-04-17T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:38:13.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My all-time fave movie. It's long, it's historical and it's a love story. What more could I ask for?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379395362217263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379395362217263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-all-time-fave-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379384582816940</id><published>2005-04-17T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:38:25.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A great band who unfortunately got into an accident that killed half of the members, including the the lead singer. Been trying to find the CD eveyrwhere but it seems to only exist on Ebay or something.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379384582816940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379384582816940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/great-band-who-unfortunately-got-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379369919887948</id><published>2005-04-17T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:39:49.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The picture says it all. I'd totally wear this t-shirt.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379369919887948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379369919887948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/picture-says-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379364846607399</id><published>2005-04-17T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:40:08.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I loved this show. Why did (stupid) NBC have to cancel them? It was as close as any TV show is gonna get at depicting what high school is really like.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379364846607399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379364846607399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-loved-this-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379353822552818</id><published>2005-04-17T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:40:21.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The classic chuck taylors. I didn't like them before because I thought they had become too hipster-ish, and they still pretty much are, but I still think they're pretty cool sneaks.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379353822552818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379353822552818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/classic-chuck-taylors.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379343799314164</id><published>2005-04-17T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:40:37.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, the classic lomo kompakt automat. I want this camera (possibly) more than I want an iPod. It's friggin' amazing. The fun (or annoying) thing about it is that when you take a picture you're never quite sure how it's going to turn out.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379343799314164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379343799314164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/ah-classic-lomo-kompakt-automat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379334179714701</id><published>2005-04-17T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:40:51.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the kinda pic I could take with a lomo kompakt automat. The cool color effect is due to something with the camera that I can't really explain well myself. Go to lomo.com if you really wanna know.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379334179714701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379334179714701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-kinda-pic-i-could-take-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379292605611445</id><published>2005-04-17T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:41:15.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How adorable is this doll? Need I say anything more? Just look at that face! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379292605611445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379292605611445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-adorable-is-this-doll-need-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379282789639153</id><published>2005-04-17T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:41:31.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want all of the seasons of Buffy on dvd. I think that's like 9 seasons. It was such a great show, very clever and funny. There were parts that scared me a little bit, I admit it. But pretty much anything scares me.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379282789639153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379282789639153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-want-all-of-seasons-of-buffy-on-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379265246052261</id><published>2005-04-17T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:41:49.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A turntable is essential for anyone with an iota of coolness. Actually, I just think it'd be interesting to listen to music in a different form. The sound must differ on a record player and I think it would add another layer to the music. That, and with a turntable I could pretend to be a dj.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379265246052261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379265246052261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/turntable-is-essential-for-anyone-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379249544133540</id><published>2005-04-17T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:42:06.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>According to lomo.com, this is the only 35mm camera in the world with fisheye lens. How friggin' cool is that?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379249544133540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379249544133540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/according-to-lomo_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379246429980559</id><published>2005-04-17T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:42:23.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the kind picture I could take with the lomo fisheye camera. Pretty neat, right?   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379246429980559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379246429980559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-kind-picture-i-could-take-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379182621623117</id><published>2005-04-17T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:43:27.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a great poster that I'd love to have. This record store that was going out of business had one for sale that was a vintage or something but it was way expensive. It's such a brilliant but simple design. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379182621623117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379182621623117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-great-poster-that-id-love-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379170986931884</id><published>2005-04-17T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:44:31.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is, I believe, a vintage Velvet Undrground poster. I personally think it'd be worth the $2,778 that it costs. That, or I could just buy a reproduction for $13. (The original would still be way cooler). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379170986931884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379170986931884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-i-believe-vintage-velvet.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379146704821528</id><published>2005-04-17T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:45:27.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The classic Lacoste polo. So I'm a prepster, is there something wrong with that? Actually, I don't really think I am, I just think a well-fitted polo looks good on just about anyone. And it doesn't have to be a lacoste, but they tend to look better for some reason. Better quality and/or fit I guess?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379146704821528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379146704821528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/classic-lacoste-polo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379136587857008</id><published>2005-04-17T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:44:41.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Samsung ditial camera has 7 megapixels and it also has manual functions, beautiful for an amateur photographer like moi.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379136587857008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379136587857008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-samsung-ditial-camera-has-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379119317559389</id><published>2005-04-17T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:45:57.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mini-Cooper is so cute! It's small and compact and good for the enviornment. What more could you ask for? (look below) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379119317559389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379119317559389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/mini-cooper-is-so-cute-its-small-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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-3873588.post-111379113820578419</id><published>2005-04-17T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:46:15.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BMW Roadster~ how hot is this car? Except the ugly red leather seats, definitely gotta go with the classic black leather seats.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111379113820578419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111379113820578419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379113820578419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111379113820578419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/bmw-roadster-how-hot-is-this-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111346641749189811</id><published>2005-04-14T04:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T04:31:12.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: stressin' like a mofo yoMusic: "Another Velvet Nightmare" - Frank BlackMovie: n/aQuote: " try and catch the color of life itself..."-Henry JamesJust a QuickieHere's one of the best Onion articles ever! It's so true. So next time people, don't friggin' sit in front of me at the movies or begrudge me trying to move closer to the stage at a concert. I mean, I'm certainly not gonna be blocking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111346641749189811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111346641749189811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111346641749189811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111346641749189811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/04/mood-stressin-like-mofo-yo-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111164451926124979</id><published>2005-03-24T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:54:37.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: caffeinated/craaaaazyMusic: "Love Me Till The Sun Shines" ~ The KinksMovie: n/aQuote: "The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream..."-Wallace StevensCraaaaazinessI'm only really half-awake as I write this, so please bear with me. Anyway, it's been kinda craaaaazy since I've gotten back to school. But I love it. I love everything being a little hectic, I love being busy, I love having to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111164451926124979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111164451926124979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111164451926124979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111164451926124979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-caffeinatedcraaaaazy-music-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-111041166497762061</id><published>2005-03-09T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:44:55.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: relaxed/bored (very)Music: “Names”~ Cat PowerMovie: “Their Eyes Were Watching God”(2005)Quote: “A biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves, whereas a person may have as many thousand.”- Virginia WoolfThe SelfIt’s a very interesting notion, this notion of “self.” I think Virginia Woolf is absolutely right in the above quote when she says that we each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/111041166497762061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=111041166497762061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111041166497762061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/111041166497762061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-relaxedbored-very-music-names-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110947690462437407</id><published>2005-02-26T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:14:28.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: frustrated/annoyedMusic: "Grace Kelly Blues"~ The EelsMovie: n/aQuote: "Bullsh*t conquers all!"Why [Misguided] People SuckOk, that's a misleading title. Obviosly not everyone sucks but goodness are there some sucky people out there. Ok, sucky isn't the right word either, I should say "misguided" people. People who think they know but they really don't. People who get upset over sh*t they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110947690462437407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110947690462437407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110947690462437407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110947690462437407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/02/mood-frustratedannoyed-music-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110750095257928727</id><published>2005-02-04T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T19:47:12.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: neutralMusic: Hell Yeah~ BeckMovie: Igby Goes Down (2002)Quote: "Good things come to obsessive-compulsives who fixate."- IgbyWherein The Blogger Describes the Curious Nature Governing Her Particular CollegeThe title may not make much sense. The title could even be labeled as "nonsensical" (a personal fave word of mine). But whatever, it's almost 2:00 in the morning and I'm just about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110750095257928727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110750095257928727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110750095257928727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110750095257928727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/02/mood-neutral-music-hell-yeah-beck.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110705154252163927</id><published>2005-01-29T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:00:52.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: sleepy/goodMusic: Waterloo Sunset~Elliot SmithMovie: n/aQuote: "In everything we read, we read ourselves"- GoetheIs It Just Me Or Is This Place DEAD?Um yeah. It's friggin' boring around here. There was a movie I could've gone to but I was too tired to and I sort of wanted to conserve my energy for the dance that's way later tonight. Starts at 10:30 officially but won't actually start</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110705154252163927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110705154252163927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110705154252163927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110705154252163927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/01/mood-sleepygood-music-waterloo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110689257810872809</id><published>2005-01-28T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T01:13:14.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: tired/so-soMusic: Everything Is New~ Frank BlackMovie: Taxi Driver (1976)Quote: "And all my words were bound to fail/I know you won't fail..."-Remy ZeroBoys Are StinkyActually most of them smell pretty nice. Actually I really like how (most) guys smell. Actually I generally prefer cologne to perfume. But anyway, they do stink in the sense that they're frustrating. Especially the boys</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110689257810872809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110689257810872809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110689257810872809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110689257810872809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/01/mood-tiredso-so-music-everything-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110602730692821633</id><published>2005-01-17T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:18:57.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: weird/tiredMusic: Across The Universe~ The BeatlesMovie: Starsky &amp; Hutch (2004)Quote: "Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,they slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe... Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind, possessing and caressing me..."It's Good To Be BackI love that Beatles song now...such a great song. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110602730692821633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110602730692821633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110602730692821633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110602730692821633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/01/mood-weirdtired-music-across-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110505536533057562</id><published>2005-01-06T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:49:25.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>current book of choice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110505536533057562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110505536533057562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110505536533057562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110505536533057562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/01/current-book-of-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110499698075821789</id><published>2005-01-06T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T02:36:20.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: purty goodMusic: Mr. Brightside ~ The KillersMovie: Napoleon Dynamite (2004 )Quote: “It's easier to leave than to be left behind…” – REMHalfway There BabyActually less than halfway- I have about 9 days ‘til I’ll be back where I belong- in my dorm room at school.And actually I lied for the movie because I only saw half of Napoleon Dynamite. I was watching it with my friends at one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110499698075821789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110499698075821789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110499698075821789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110499698075821789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/01/mood-purty-good-music-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110462025298670338</id><published>2005-01-01T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:00:45.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: good-i-oMusic: "New Year's Day" ~ U2 (of course!)Movie: n/aQuote: "I think I see that crippled girl stealing the new Joni Mitchell album" - David SedarisHappy New Year's! I guess this is where I reflect on 2004: the year that was mostly sucky but then got way good at the end.The begining of 2004 was right after I'd finally finished all my millions and millions of college apps. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110462025298670338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110462025298670338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110462025298670338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110462025298670338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2005/01/mood-good-i-o-music-new-years-day-u2.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110429404791538669</id><published>2004-12-28T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:23:52.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood: so-so/boredMusic: Sunshine ~ KeaneMovie: Remember The Titans (2000)Quote: “We’re not saying that you are fat, we’re saying that you look fat in those jeans.”And So The Countdown Begins…18 more days until I go back to school. That’s more than 2 weeks. I think I can handle that. I mean I have lived at home permanently for the past 17 years, a little over 2 weeks ain’t gonna kill me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110429404791538669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110429404791538669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110429404791538669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110429404791538669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/12/mood-so-sobored-music-sunshine-keane.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110237749251806059</id><published>2004-12-06T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T18:58:12.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music: "Oh My Love"~ John LennonMood: depressed/tired/frustratedMovie: Zoolander (2001)Quote: "The moon to whom the poets croon has given up and died"- Magentic Fields           My Eyes HurtI don't know why, but I'm just in a really depressed mood today. Maybe it's because my allergies or something are working up and my eyes literally hurt. They're also making me feel way tired, though I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110237749251806059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110237749251806059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110237749251806059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110237749251806059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-oh-my-love-john-lennon-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110194035602172363</id><published>2004-12-01T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:36:11.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music: "I've Been Thinking" ~ Handsome Boy Modeling School ft. Cat PowerMood: a bit groggy, a bit hungryMovie: "The Weather Underground" (2002)Quote: "Sometimes I'm angry that I feel so angry"- Modest MouseBoredom, BooI'm bored so I will post a quick entry today. Not really much to talk about, nothing much has really happened. Oh ok, well this might be a fun little thing: so my sister went</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110194035602172363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110194035602172363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110194035602172363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110194035602172363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-ive-been-thinking-handsome-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110185806629173683</id><published>2004-11-30T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T18:41:06.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>current book of choice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110185806629173683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110185806629173683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110185806629173683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110185806629173683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/11/current-book-of-choice_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110179317127153269</id><published>2004-11-30T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T00:39:31.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music: "Never Tear Us Apart"~ INXSMood: lovelyMovie: "Spiderman" (2002)Quote: "Would you rather f*ck an animal with a condom or without?"XXXYeah, now that I've, ahem, got your attention, the quote above is actually taken from a real conversation I just had with some of my hallmates/customs peeps. It's kinda funny, because I never had these types of convos in high-school. I mean me and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110179317127153269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110179317127153269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110179317127153269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110179317127153269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-never-tear-us-apart-inxs-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110116023832249482</id><published>2004-11-22T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:28:22.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music: "When the Open Road is Closing In"~ Magnetic FieldsMood: so-so, headacheyMovie: "Fat Girl" (2001)Quote: "you windowless monad!"(see Leibniz) You Are The First One Of Your Kind...I think I'm having one of those sinus-pressure headaches. I usually get them right before it rains/storms. Quite annoying; it's like I can feel the pressure building up in my forehead. Or maybe I just have a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110116023832249482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110116023832249482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110116023832249482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110116023832249482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-when-open-road-is-closing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110115932213007068</id><published>2004-11-22T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:36:18.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Picture of the Daymy sister's legs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110115932213007068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110115932213007068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110115932213007068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110115932213007068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-picture-of-day-my-sisters-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110110425105605758</id><published>2004-11-22T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:17:31.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>current book of choice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110110425105605758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110110425105605758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110110425105605758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110110425105605758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/11/current-book-of-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-110108988457439980</id><published>2004-11-21T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:10:35.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music:"I Am Trying To Break Your Heart"~ WilcoMood: Purty good albeit a little tired Movie: "Swimming Pool" (2002)Random Quote: The color black is very philosophical... It's Been Such A Long Time...Well, I'm almost positive that no one who formerly read this blog will be reading this post because I haven't written in so friggin' long...But I'm back and hopefully I'll keep it up this time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/110108988457439980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=110108988457439980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110108988457439980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/110108988457439980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/11/musici-am-trying-to-break-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-108985259797362566</id><published>2004-07-14T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T20:49:57.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m Baaaack…Well sort of. It actually feels a  little strange to be writing an entry for this blog again. But I felt bad for not updating. Anyway, today’s entry will be yet another work-related one, this time about the strange folk that have come into CVS over the almost 2 years I’ve been there. There’s actually not that many strange people that have come, but a few stick out:There was that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/108985259797362566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=108985259797362566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108985259797362566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108985259797362566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-baaaack-well-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-108535879769371699</id><published>2004-05-23T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:34:25.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black and White An expository theme I wrote for school, one of my faves. Beware though, it's very depressing. Enjoy!Black and white. Those are the colors I have forever associated with the idea of death. I was a little girl clinging to my mother’s hand as we walked across the street to see a family friend. The house always stood out in the neighborhood with its bright white façade </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/108535879769371699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=108535879769371699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108535879769371699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108535879769371699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/05/black-and-white-expository-theme-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-108293146072749609</id><published>2004-04-25T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T18:21:46.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Ode to Minimum Wage Jobs    There is something tedious and endless about working a minimum wage job. There is the cleaning, the dusting, the ringing up of the middle-class to upper-class customers, the plastering of a fake smile on the face, the necessity of dragging up from the depths of boredom a smidgeon of courtesy and niceness, and it does not matter that it is mostly fake, mostly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/108293146072749609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=108293146072749609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108293146072749609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108293146072749609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/04/ode-to-minimum-wage-jobs-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-108103927932143034</id><published>2004-04-03T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T19:49:47.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Scary Movies + No Sleep + Coffee = Insane ParanoiaDear reader, I must confess something quite embarassing. I am a 17-year-old who still can't handle most horror movies. The only ones that no longer scare me are the ones that are so blatantly cheesy and fake, like Chuckie . I don't think I'll ever be able to handle them well. I get freaked out so easily. So I went to a party/sleepover at my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/108103927932143034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=108103927932143034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108103927932143034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108103927932143034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/04/2-scary-movies-no-sleep-coffee-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-108041866414688457</id><published>2004-03-27T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T15:21:59.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Immature Poets Imitate; Mature Poets Steal”That is a quote from yet another book I’ve been reading (finished The Hours a few days ago) by T.S Eliot. What book, you ask? Why, the newly released Apprentice to the Flower Poet Z. It’s actually got me hooked already and it’s very funny and amusing. Highly recommended (well so far, not really finished it yet). And to go along with the theme of this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/108041866414688457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=108041866414688457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108041866414688457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/108041866414688457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/03/immature-poets-imitate-mature-poets.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107998128516968171</id><published>2004-03-22T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T13:51:27.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Beauty is a Whore, Money is Better"That, dear reader, is a quote from the book I am currently reading, The Hours by Micheal Cunningham. I like that quote. It's a damn good quote because it's true. You know what the best feeling in the world is? It's when you go to the library and are finally able to check out those books you've been waiting forever to read. Like The Corrections, White Teeth,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107998128516968171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107998128516968171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107998128516968171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107998128516968171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/03/beauty-is-whore-money-is-better-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107905119208164697</id><published>2004-03-11T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T19:30:12.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Little Poems(1)I can only dreamOf the days long borne awayBy the streaming windBut the plum blossoms still bloom,Their fragrance drawing me in. (2)Love is silent nowFor me. I weep no longerThe skies cry enough.Plum petals litter the groundWhere I used to drift away. *Note: I wrote these 2 years ago, when I was a stupid 10th grader so go easy on the comments.I think I'll start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107905119208164697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107905119208164697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107905119208164697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107905119208164697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/03/2-little-poems-1-i-can-only-dream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107773425473839203</id><published>2004-02-25T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T13:16:51.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The City...Spent a fun-filled day with mi amiga and her older sis on Saturday. It was mucho fun (like my little mixing of Spanish and English? I know you do). Literally went all over the city. Hit up a nice little record store, bought a 99 cent record (anyone ever heard of The Clappers Power? Brother D?) for the cool cover ( hey-it was only 99 cents) and mused over the other ones, looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107773425473839203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107773425473839203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107773425473839203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107773425473839203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/02/in-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107686096062239253</id><published>2004-02-15T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T11:17:35.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Town (Hot Hot Heat)My town sucks ass. Really. I was supposed to go to a Super Furry Animals concert on Thursday night but it ended up not working out since the concert was starting at 9:00 and I sorta have a midnight curfew. No way I would’ve made it back in time since it would take another hour for the train, etc. So I ended up driving around with my  friend since everything was closed (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107686096062239253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107686096062239253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107686096062239253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107686096062239253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-town-hot-hot-heat-my-town-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107542098978567900</id><published>2004-01-29T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T19:06:55.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diamonds and Guns (The Transplants)Definitely on cruise control now that finals are over and I just have to wait until all those college acceptance letters come in April. Actually, there’ll probably be a lot more rejections that acceptances. But I’m not gonna think about it until I have to. The sucky thing about applying online to colleges is that though it’s infinitely easier than having to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107542098978567900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107542098978567900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107542098978567900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107542098978567900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/01/diamonds-and-guns-transplants.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107404872752615831</id><published>2004-01-13T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:53:56.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alive and Kicking (Simple Minds)Just a quick entry to remind everyone out there that I’m still alive. And kicking. It’s finals week and I’ve been going insane, trying to suppress my ever-growing senioritis and really study for my exams. I’ve gotten pretty lucky so far, in that I already took 3 early because the teachers made it that way, and so I only have to deal with one final each day, (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107404872752615831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107404872752615831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107404872752615831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107404872752615831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2004/01/alive-and-kicking-simple-minds-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107230457806409836</id><published>2003-12-24T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T17:24:20.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas at the Zoo (The Flaming Lips)Ok, so I’m not really gonna spend tomorrow at the zoo. But I did get an invite to the holiday party to the zoo I volunteered for. Uh, decided not to go as I didn’t really want to. Sounded boring and corny, though I wondered if a lot of the other teen volunteers went. My guess- vvery few went. I’ve outgrown the Christmas tree, the lights, even the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107230457806409836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107230457806409836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107230457806409836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107230457806409836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-at-zoo-flaming-lips-ok-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107180469504640060</id><published>2003-12-18T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T22:34:46.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Car Accidents and Horny Adolescents Wouldnâ€™t that make a great song/book/movie title? I think so, though the actual song/book/movie would probably suck. Or maybe not. Letâ€™s just say Iâ€™m sort of rambling here and dunno how to stop. The end. There we go. So anywayâ€¦  Got into a minor car accident Monday. I wasnâ€™t driving but god, it was terrifying. See what happened was the car in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107180469504640060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107180469504640060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107180469504640060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107180469504640060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/12/of-car-accidents-and-horny-adolescents.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107110625704713893</id><published>2003-12-10T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:32:01.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music to No One’s EarsHad a dorky orchestra concert last night. Yes, I’m in the orchestra. Yes, there are many, many Asian students comprising the orchestra. Yes, I’m a dork. Actually, I’ve always hated orchestra, and I’ve always hated playing the violin. The former has to do with the room in which we practice in- it’s got no air circulation whatsoever so I always end up feeling like I’m gonna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107110625704713893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107110625704713893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107110625704713893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107110625704713893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/12/music-to-no-ones-ears-had-dorky.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-107023153687688932</id><published>2003-11-30T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:33:07.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DowntownSpent yesterday in the city with my  friend, and my other friend   doing a photography project. My friends were just there to hang out. The project was to show how you see the world- basically anything could be the topic. Chose the city because I had originally planned on going and taking pictures at a protest that was taking place on Friday- actually there were two I was thinking about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/107023153687688932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=107023153687688932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107023153687688932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/107023153687688932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/11/downtown-spent-yesterday-in-city-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106997655328964763</id><published>2003-11-27T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T18:43:20.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Fake) Turkey DayI say “fake turkey day” in the title b/c though the turkeys millions of Americans are consuming or have consumed for Thanksgiving are undoubtedly real turkeys and not plastic imitations ones, they are not the same turkeys that our forefathers ate, as so many claim. No, the wild turkeys eaten by the pilgrims probably tasted much better and wasn’t nearly as artificial as the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106997655328964763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106997655328964763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106997655328964763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106997655328964763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/11/fake-turkey-day-i-say-fake-turkey-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106920689038718965</id><published>2003-11-18T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T20:55:24.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They Fuckin Did It AgainI’m in such a shitty mood. I hate my friends and I don’t know why I’m still even friends with them. They treat me like shit, seriously. I have a pretty high tolerance level and I’m a pretty passive person (in most respects at least), but I’ve just had it with this shit. They keep treating me like I’m not even there, planning things without even doing the obligatory “oh, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106920689038718965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106920689038718965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106920689038718965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106920689038718965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/11/they-fuckin-did-it-again-im-in-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106920675698073657</id><published>2003-11-18T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T20:54:48.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweaty Palms, A Girl and A Guy Meeting in A Cafe, Heart Racing-It MUST  Be.... ...a first date! But it wasn't really a date because I don't have time for such trifles as dating (a joke, a joke), and anyway if you've been obsessively folllowing this blog you would know the following: 1) I will probably never get a date owing to my extensive and pretentious use of impressive-sounding words that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106920675698073657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106920675698073657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106920675698073657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106920675698073657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/11/sweaty-palms-girl-and-guy-meeting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106789206454590120</id><published>2003-11-03T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T15:41:19.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Kill Bill &amp; Creepy Stalker Guy Chronicles: Part 2                     So I saw Kill Bill last night, to make up for having to work Halloween and to celebrate getting my first damn college app in. I had to work Halloween b/c stupid me stupidly forgot to ask for off that night. And I couldn’t get out of it b/c of course, everyone else had also asked off that night. Sigh. It’s ok though cuz I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106789206454590120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106789206454590120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106789206454590120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106789206454590120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/11/kill-bill-creepy-stalker-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106713597528144678</id><published>2003-10-25T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T22:39:38.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Running a High School Newspaper Friggin Sucks Be excited. Be very excited. You’re in for a mega-treat- 2 posts for the price of one! With extra ranting and bitching thrown in at no cost! Read on to find out how you can get a bonus! Ahem, as the title suggest, this will be yet another rant ‘n rave from the mind of Jinee. Which is me. I’m co-editor for my school’s newspaper, and let me tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106713597528144678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106713597528144678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106713597528144678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106713597528144678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/10/running-high-school-newspaper-friggin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106505574666502042</id><published>2003-10-01T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T20:49:06.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Look SameHow many times have I had to hear that damned phrase? Rarely is it said directly, rather people imply it every time they mix up my name with some other Asian’s name. If there’s the same letter in my name and some other black-haired, brown-eyed person’s name, then people (especially teachers) automatically confuse us with each other – even if we look absolutely nothing alike, even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106505574666502042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106505574666502042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106505574666502042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106505574666502042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/10/all-look-same-how-many-times-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106402985766367296</id><published>2003-09-19T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T23:50:57.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the DarkThat terrible hurricane Isabella hit my area (fairly mildly, compared to other areas) and my entire neighborhood lost power. It was maybe the third time this has ever happened to me at my house since we’ve lived there. This one was by far the worst though, because it was the longest. We lost power around 7:00 last night, and didn’t recover it until around 6:00 this morning but then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106402985766367296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106402985766367296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106402985766367296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106402985766367296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/09/in-dark-that-terrible-hurricane.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106298102216188788</id><published>2003-09-07T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:30:22.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Problems GaloreSo I’m not nearly as gullible as I once was. Having an older brother and sister as I do means you become less prone to believing stuff. It all starts with the “You were really adopted” story that, being the dumb, little saucer-eyed kid you are, you half-believe it. Then you reach a point where you no longer immediately trust people. That point of no return (cue ominous sounding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106298102216188788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106298102216188788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106298102216188788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106298102216188788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/09/problems-galore-so-im-not-nearly-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106263366842889127</id><published>2003-09-03T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T20:01:08.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry, SorryYes, I know I should have put up a “Gone Fishin’” sign or something, but I really, truly thought I’d have written an entry by now. As always, I’m not gonna try to make excuses but just know that it’s always a bit hectic transitioning from summer to school. Anyway, school sucks. It sucks a lot. My first few days of school were pure shit for me. First of all, my homeroom teacher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106263366842889127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106263366842889127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106263366842889127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106263366842889127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/09/sorry-sorry-yes-i-know-i-should-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106176660325151546</id><published>2003-08-24T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T19:10:03.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dread Slowly Sinks In...      I am starting my senior year of high school tomorow. I'm not really that nervous, more just annoyed that we're starting school so damn early.Whatever happened to starting school in September? This is also the first year ever that I'll have to go to school on my birthday. Not like I was planning anything special, but still...   I feel like there was no summer. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106176660325151546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106176660325151546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106176660325151546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106176660325151546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/08/dread-slowly-sinks-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106132787131056180</id><published>2003-08-19T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T17:19:38.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comments, CommentsSo this guy left this stupid comment about my last post (which seems ages ago). Something about being annoyed b/c he was looking for some coleslaw recipe and not finding it here. Well, I dunno what they’re doing w/ these search engines these days b/c I am positively, absolutely sure that I never ever mentioned coleslaw in any of my posts. Ever. And I’m quite confident that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106132787131056180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106132787131056180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106132787131056180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106132787131056180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/08/comments-comments-so-this-guy-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106045082340306266</id><published>2003-08-09T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T13:40:23.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Postmodernist Rubbish So I just finished reading this artsy, scholarly book about the interactions b/t photography and art “since 1946.” Quite an interesting read, actually, though the authors could get kind of heavy-handed and oooh-let-me-show-off-my-vocab-skills at times. The last chapter dealt with the postmodern theory of photographers, which is basically that all the pictures that can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106045082340306266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106045082340306266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106045082340306266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106045082340306266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/08/postmodernist-rubbish-so-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-106002824836455876</id><published>2003-08-04T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T16:17:28.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve Gone VeggieWell, at least temporarily. After having seen raw meat drenched in blood, and a bucket full of dead, tiny, limp chicks, you would too. I guess I should back up and tell you what happened. I came in to the zoo for my usual day of boring service, only to find that I was “getting a special treat” that day. I would get to help an older volunteer with preparing the meals for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/106002824836455876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=106002824836455876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106002824836455876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/106002824836455876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/08/ive-gone-veggie-well-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-105863737471669981</id><published>2003-07-19T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T14:00:50.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who's Worth Millions? Me, That's Who!So I've always been late at discovering things. So what? According to a site which my sis has informed me is old news, Human For Sale, I am worth exactly $1,678,628.00. Not bad. Much more than I was expecting. Ok so the title of this post is a bit misleading, I'm not really worth millions, just more than one million. But that's probably much more than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/105863737471669981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=105863737471669981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/105863737471669981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/105863737471669981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/07/whos-worth-millions-me-thats-who-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-105847528384982282</id><published>2003-07-17T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T16:54:43.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Painting Leaves, Painting MeSo I told you before about how I volunteer at a local zoo, right? Right. Well, today I went there to volunteer since I had off from work today. I ended up spending most of my day making a huge mess with kids as they painted rubber stamps of various leaves and then stamped them onto paper. There was paint everywhere, and I was upset b/c I got a big dollop of purple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/105847528384982282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=105847528384982282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/105847528384982282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/105847528384982282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/07/painting-leaves-painting-me-so-i-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-105821104297836920</id><published>2003-07-14T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T15:30:42.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sheer Illogicality Of It All (“it” in this case referring to college applications)Gawd, I hate college applications. Or more specifically, the stupid questions they actually expect you to answer: “Comment on an experience that helped you to discern or define a value that you hold,” or “Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma toy have faced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/105821104297836920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=105821104297836920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/105821104297836920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/105821104297836920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/07/sheer-illogicality-of-it-all-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873588.post-105768898992426688</id><published>2003-07-08T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T14:29:49.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DarknessHad a big thunderstorm yesterday. Power went partially out, the lights worked but were very dim making everything look a bit eerie. We ate dinner by candlelight. I took pix of the solitary candle, and idiot that I am, erased them before I even got to see how they turned out. Maybe I’ll “recreate” the scene, but I’d rather not. We’re supposed to have some more storms tonight, but I don’t</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/feeds/105768898992426688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3873588&amp;postID=105768898992426688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/105768898992426688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3873588/posts/default/105768898992426688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinee.blogspot.com/2003/07/darkness-had-big-thunderstorm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108283248522314216</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
