<?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-7117300</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:03:24.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kind of wonderful...UNPLUGGED</title><subtitle type='html'>A deeper meaning from the smile within</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117300.post-110601936548726278</id><published>2005-01-17T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:37:50.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR NEW START NEW SITE!</title><content type='html'>...it's clearly jan 17th...so it's not all that *NEW but...at least it's still january =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=oome" target="new"&gt;Oome's New XANGA!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-110601936548726278?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/110601936548726278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=110601936548726278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/110601936548726278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/110601936548726278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-new-start-new-site.html' title='NEW YEAR NEW START NEW SITE!'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-110192264179659038</id><published>2004-12-01T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T12:37:21.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be??? </title><content type='html'>It's an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....when was the last time i update?? lemme see here...oct 28, that's not so bad! just a month and 3 days ago.  well for starters, i just finished two major exams yesterday both on the same day one after the other...still got two more to go but i'm not too worried about those.  Shopping is the only thing on my mind right now...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently feel like:&lt;br /&gt;[  ]cooking for alex (dunno why..he'll be my guinea piggie)&lt;br /&gt;[x]reorganize my room (i just moved the  pile of clothes to the other side)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]shopping with my other half&lt;br /&gt;[  ]pigging out with my other half&lt;br /&gt;[  ]soap operas with my other half&lt;br /&gt;[x]making jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[x]chocolate banana crepe (will do on friday with elaine again)&lt;br /&gt;[x]buffet dinner (sushi, chinese, frankies...ate 'em all!)&lt;br /&gt;[x]read magazines/books&lt;br /&gt;[  ]writing Christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;[  ]...exercise??.......(i'll wait till jan '05 new years resolution)&lt;br /&gt;[x]chase my dogs around (i realized Baby wasn't faster then me...he just stopped period)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...the list goes on...i can't wait till the holidays...to eat, chill, relax, shop and GET FAT =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing missing now is.....Where's the snow?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-110192264179659038?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/110192264179659038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=110192264179659038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/110192264179659038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/110192264179659038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/12/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be??? '/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-109897416062324906</id><published>2004-10-28T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:58:24.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*yaaaaaaaaaaawn</title><content type='html'>Sitting here at work with a nice hot cup of French Vanilla...with each sip, i take in the luxury of relaxation and getting paid for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ya right! =_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do that agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here at HOME with a COLD bowl of Frosted Flakes...and with each spoonful, i take in the cold, freaking crunchy bite of ... ... frosted flakes...wondering why the hell am i up so damn early on my day off....and realizing that mornings are still a biaaaatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am i up so early?...3 words: STUPID YORK PEOPLE! please note that when i say this, i have every right to since i go to york myself (but let's not focus on that)...does that mean i'm stupid? well...if you know me...and you know my reasons of going there or lack of, i guess you can say to a certain....'tiny' extent..i am... NO I AM NOT!...then again..seeing how i've been there for 3 years now...my IQ probably have dropped a few points, so pls remind me to breathe every now and then...also the flipping of my hair thankyou very much! *flips hair......still got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's in the wonderful mind of oOme??? hmm..for starters..my two weeks of hell is cleared. I still have a lot of stuff due..from now till..oh i dunno...NOVEMBER 30th! but i do have 1-2 days where i can slack off =) Anyways..as i was saying..i've been itching to go to CHAPTERS for a new book to read. Problem with that is...when i get one..if it's really good...i don't put it down till i'm done..and that could be very damaging to my school work..at least mummie will think i'm working very hard &gt;=D So yea..any suggestions? Speaking of books...any devo books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time watching FRIENDS (YAH!!!) and Monica told Chandler that when girls get together..we don't get into our jam jams and have pillow fights.. or something like that.. I don't know much about sleep overs *ahem..but when i had my first sleep over at my Other half's place (and if you dunno who that is by now..u'r an idiot jks) which was this past may 2004 (yes..i have been locked up at home till now)..there was noooooo pillow fights. Actually i dun even remember what we did...i was so sleepy....prolly cuz we kept eating and eating and eating..&lt;br /&gt;So my question is..what do guys do? for starters..GIRLS do NOT fart in each others face...we don't talk about our crapping experiences..and we most certainly do not have burping, farting competitions! that's just DUTTY! ..&lt;br /&gt;So back to what i WAS trying to say...why was Chandler so disturb that THAT was not what girls do? was it cause it was part of his character on the show...or is that what guys generally think? And another thing i picked up from Ben (ny Boo boo Boo bOo boo) - how to lose a guy in 10 days - he would not purposely open Kate Hudson's purse...because it was apparently a girls secret weapon or world....that was until he 'accidentally' knocked it over. Alex never looks in my purse..not that i remember anyways..but what's so deadly about a purse? ...interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOtta head out now..so will continue this later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-109897416062324906?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/109897416062324906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=109897416062324906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/109897416062324906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/109897416062324906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/10/yaaaaaaaaaaawn.html' title='*yaaaaaaaaaaawn'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-109590922271458551</id><published>2004-09-22T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T18:03:38.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 caramel frappuccinos please =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;me sleep-talking on the phone with u every night while you wait for me to wake up &lt;em&gt;to &lt;/em&gt;hang up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how u know exactly what sauce i like on my sub or pita&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching practically every single movie that's playing in theatres including Cinderella Story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after dinner strolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking like idiots walking slanted @ ripley's believe it or not&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kabuki's spicy salmon rolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the toronto metro zooooooooooo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bubble tea &amp; me curryballs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study which turns to sleeping in the library then off to wendy's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your not-so romantic goodnight kisses where a fart always follows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;endless shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walks back to my house in the freezing cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Hagen Daas ice cream, miss vickies chips, chicken nuggests, coke, onion dip Blockbuster nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your attempts in being gentle and graceful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 caramel frappuccino double blended w/whip cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me more x infinity +1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*muffin + *moo moo ... and your killer jr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your stupid "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me do it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pho 101 (s) &amp;amp; 116 (L)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tiffany &amp;amp; louis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everytime i close my eyes....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stupid fights that gets no where...u &lt;em&gt;A-hole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;digital/sticker/card/disposable camera pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gay stationaries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sept 19.04 deafening theatrical experience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 years of knowing u, 6 years as your friend, 4 years of having a crush on u and 1 year of going out with you, through thick and thin we're still here. You're still my Hunni Boo.. &lt;em&gt;u asscrack&lt;/em&gt; oh sorry! lol =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-109590922271458551?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/109590922271458551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=109590922271458551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/109590922271458551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/109590922271458551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/09/2-caramel-frappuccinos-please.html' title='2 caramel frappuccinos please =)'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-109508432904051635</id><published>2004-09-13T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T10:05:29.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>freak man!</title><content type='html'>woke up freaking early for an 8:30 morning class and guess what? it's 9:45 am and i'm in the freaking library killing time.  WHY? cause the freaking ttc was half an hour late and you know how when one bus finally comes...THREE freaking other ones follow! *mumble mumble  Finally got on the freaking 60 steeles and no freaking seats...it was freaking hot in there...got to freaking york...got to the door of my freaking class (20 minutes LATE) and the freaking prof locked the freaking door! *ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does oOme knock on the door and hope someone will open the door? yes.  Did anyone open the freaking door? NO! everyone just pretended they were freaking deaf. so what does oOme do? .... =) oOme says...FAKK this! (calls alex and crys..jks) ...... so here i am..typing away bitching about york..as usual...i really need to get outta here.  People are giving me looks cuz i'm typing with TWO HANDS and with every FINGER.  ooooh!!! you'd think by now, people at the university level would know how to type properly instead of just with their index finger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnywaayys...hope the rest of you are having a good time at school...i'm personally having a blast over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-109508432904051635?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/109508432904051635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=109508432904051635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/109508432904051635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/109508432904051635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/09/freak-man.html' title='freak man!'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-109124483031488029</id><published>2004-07-30T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:10:43.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woosa!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>woooooosa....woooosa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask alex..and he'll tell you i've been saying that all night after i got off work. Rubbing my ear lobes, and fully woosa'ing it out is SO not working...maybe slightly. Woooosa....still saying it. So what the fock happen? READ the following REPLAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: Do you have pearl belts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker: [Shows her the $50 Chanel pearl knock-offs (CHANnEL)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: There's a pen mark on it....do you have anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Co-worker: That's the last one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: Okay, so can you give it to me for cheaper?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Co-worker: 5% off is all i can do if you pay in cash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: Common, you can do better then that...it's the last one, will you be getting more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Co-worker: That's all i can do and we've had these for months now...we're not getting anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: Can't you mark it down or something? Common.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Co-worker: [Looks at Umy, whose happily counting the cash so she can close early]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: [Re-enforcing my co-worker] 10% off is what we give to customers for damaged items. that's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: Common, you can mark it more then that. it's just a couple dollars more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I can't. If you want me to put it on hold for you, i can do that and you can discuss with the manager as to how damaged the item is and how much discount you can get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: Why are you giving me attitude?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I'm not giving you attitude. i'm just saying if you talk to the manager, she might be able to mark it down for you more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: Why are you giving me attitude? You know what? Forget it..i'll just pay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: It'll be $51.75 already with the 10% discount.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: [throws $40 on the counter] take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: It's $51.75.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Customer: I know you can mark it down. Take it. It's just a couple dollars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I'm sorry i can't do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIGGIN Costumer: [throws another $20 to the $40] Fine! you know what? you're not giving me anymore discounts cuz you afraid you're gonna get fired! If you wanna keep your job cuz you need the money, forget it. Money is not a problem to me. You don't wanna give me more discounts, fine! You need to keep this job cuz you obviously need the money. Money is not a problem with me.  You need the money so whatever.  [Looks at co-worker: I don't have a problem with you, just her (meaning me)..why can't she mark it down more?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: [Woosa....Woosa...] [but actually wanting to:...Slam the money back on the counter and say: Look BITCH! Who needs the money here? I have a freaking job and you're here arguing and cussing me off saying you don't need the money when you're making a big deal outta a few dollars? Taking your money and get your cheap ass outta here! This belt is not for sale BIATCH!]...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in reality though...i just woosa'd and gave her her change while she cussed me some more...my face was flushed...and i could feel my blood boil..i dun think i've ever been this angry before.  some of you think i have rage (softball)..but it's all just for fun.. THIS however, was something else.  I've had my share of stupid costumers, i was never at fault with anything when the customers were dissatified.  It was mostly just their impatience and stuck-up'ness that they gave me a hard time..but i was cool cuz they would shut up eventually.  BUT THIS BITCH just kept cussing me off, acusing me and just being fakking dumb.  I was so close to telling her to wait for a few minutes cuz i'll be off soon and we can take it outside =)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the 'woosa' continued...WWJD? came to mind and then alex came...(the bitch Customer was still there)... i told alex how i was really mad at the customer...but he didn't realize i was talking about the one BEHIND ME!) watever...i can't imagine what he would've done if he knew it was the one who was still looking at the jewelleries. ......perhaps something like this? ::  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yo Bitch..U got beef wit ma gurl? Cussing her like that? U got a problem huh? [this is when he pulls out the machine gun =)] jokes HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA  anyways..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it took a lot of wooooooooosa'ing to get me to sit here and type in peace.  to be honest..perhaps it doesn't seem like a big deal to those who are reading right now, but i must admit, when she was doing what she was to me...i honestly wanted to bite back if not worst.  I didn't.  Why? Dunno.  I just kept telling myself i'm bigger then that and God is somewhat happy with what i didn't do....even though i thought of all kinds of things in my head that i could've said.  Quick to listen...Slow to speak.  I rather drive myself nuts for a lil while for not saying something i had every right to, then to for once say exactly what i wanted at the perfect time and fully shutting them up and possibly hurting the person with words even though they may have in the slightest bit deserve it.  How great would it be had i told off all those who have wronged me in the past.  To be honest, i dun think it would feel all that great.  Words can be harsh..and it can never be taken back.  i...silent treatment is always best.  (that way..i am at peace while i think of a way to hurt them :D...jokes.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooSaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-109124483031488029?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/109124483031488029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=109124483031488029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/109124483031488029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/109124483031488029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/07/woosa.html' title='Woosa!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-108917049497482971</id><published>2004-07-06T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:23:02.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>singing in the rain...</title><content type='html'>just when life couldn't get any worst, i had to get drenched in the rain.  it was fun =)  Just looking at it falling from the sky and floating wherever is a great reminder that problems in life are like that too.  When one comes...they all start pouring on you..but like everything else...they go away and the sun still shines =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Oh so Good =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-108917049497482971?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/108917049497482971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=108917049497482971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108917049497482971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108917049497482971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/07/singing-in-rain.html' title='singing in the rain...'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-108844152685208960</id><published>2004-06-28T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T13:08:13.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some kind of wonderful...</title><content type='html'>thank you for single handedly turning my once broken dreams into a new hope as each day passes...and in those cold lonely nights when you're in a ditch somewhere, know and trust that i'm thinking of you, praying for you and missing you always.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-108844152685208960?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/108844152685208960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=108844152685208960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108844152685208960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108844152685208960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/06/some-kind-of-wonderful.html' title='some kind of wonderful...'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-108826520659827560</id><published>2004-06-26T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T11:53:26.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>loving every minute of it...</title><content type='html'>Wonderland yesterday was simply awesome.  It was my second time going and let's just say the first time i went was long long ago...my grd 8 grad trip lol.  Went on maybe 5-6 rides? there were so many people lining up for rides..but the rides were pretty quick so the wait wasn't too long.  alex won me DONKEY from SHREK 2 =D  Weather at first was pretty chilly, but it got pretty sunny later on in the day.  We got funnel cakes and oh my goodness, those things are freaking dirty..we were watching how they make it while we were waiting in line and my goodness...they use a sh*tload of oil. Excuse the language..i honestly couldn't find another word that fits so perfectly to what i was referring to.  If you saw it, you'd think so too =)  Aaron won Jen a cookie monster =) poor guy had to carry that thing for the rest of the day too.hahah that thing was HEAVY! got such a big bum =) Time flies when you're at wonderland..we got there around 11:45 am and there were enough people there already.  We left around 7 or 8pm...dead tired and stuffed after eating those nasty cookie ice-cream chocolate chip crap.  The cookie-cafe should honestly be put out of business.  it wouldn't have been so bad had they used softer cookies and perhaps in smaller servings.  it was just big, thick and nasty...diabetics could die just taking one bite out of it. *shiver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning...softball game soon and then it's off to center island for fireworks =)..alex is leaving on sunday morning at 9am..that sucks.  not looking forward to that at all.  especially when my best-friend is at the same time gone for 7 weeks.  sh*t always happens when she's gone.  but like all those other times, i'm still here and so is GOD...so BRING IT.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-108826520659827560?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/108826520659827560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=108826520659827560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108826520659827560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108826520659827560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/06/loving-every-minute-of-it.html' title='loving every minute of it...'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-108662106294658052</id><published>2004-06-07T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T11:11:02.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Peachy</title><content type='html'>it's hard to see through fake people who are manipulative especially those who have been around for a while now... my question now is have you been helping me or yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, life doesn't always go according to plan...but i trust that God has a plan for everything and even when it seems like i have no idea what the heck He's doing, i know He's doing something even greater then i could ever imagine.  God is GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-108662106294658052?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/108662106294658052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=108662106294658052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108662106294658052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108662106294658052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-peachy.html' title='Just Peachy'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-108579762875467482</id><published>2004-05-28T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T23:14:14.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Date Round I - Diana Krall @ Humming Bird Center</title><content type='html'>Who:   Gerrome &amp; Connie + Alex &amp; Umy&lt;br /&gt;What:  Double Date Round 1&lt;br /&gt;When:  Thursday May 28th, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Where: Moxies/HummingBird Center/Panorama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover @ connie's + dressing up + yummie foods + diana krall + downtown @ night + panorama for desserts + amazing view @ panorama + enough pictures + the company of my 3 favorite people + muffin + blistered feet from cheap aldo sandels + expensive jewellery that i didn't pay for from work = &lt;em&gt;a very happy ME =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for an AWESOME night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2: To the ZoO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-108579762875467482?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/108579762875467482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=108579762875467482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108579762875467482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108579762875467482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/05/double-date-round-i-diana-krall.html' title='Double Date Round I - Diana Krall @ Humming Bird Center'/><author><name>Umee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08604061064983025424</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-7117300.post-108557882752528678</id><published>2004-05-26T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:45:24.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change... </title><content type='html'>how do you rid yourself of something that is such a big part of you?  how do you leave it all behind when everything it brought you through makes you who you are today?  how do you let go of something that was so close to you? ...something that meant so much to you? don't give me that -'you just do'- kinda crap.  it doesn't work like that and if it did, you think i wouldn't have done it already? ...i Guess that's the only way to go...perhaps its finally time to say goodbye to it now...&lt;em&gt;goodbye wonderbra!&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get it? s'ok.  you're not the only one.  even though i'm in this thinking/crappy/i don't kno what the hell is going on with me mode at the moment, i still like to make fun of things.  and when i say make fun, i really mean to make the best out of whatever the situation i am in.  Could i have used a better word to replace whatever it is that i'm talking about as oppose to using a BRA? sure why not.  but BRA was what came to mind...don't like it? bite me!  get your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me last night if i could go anywhere right now, where would i go?  - i have no idea, i'll get back to you on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first spa manicure yesterday.  if you ask me..i think it is without a doubt the most PATHETIC and LAZIEST excuse to get your nails done.  why did i do it you ask? oh i dunno..cuz i'm shallow like that and i can't do my own nails so i pay $40 to get someone else to do them.  HELLLLLLLL NO! ...got a gift certificate.  If i ever get another one of sort, i would feel so insulted.  First of all, i'm not that girly! yea i work at a jewellery store and i have over what other people would find an unreasonable amount of purses/shoes/skirts, but it does not mean that i'm girly.  so girly that i can't do my own nails.  sure my hands look a bit nicer but that's only cuz they gave me the 'two-phase exfoliation' crap on my hands! who needs that? go pee a couple times, wash you hands and bye-bye hand mask! bye-bye $40! i'll tell you what's pampering! give me a spoon and unlimited ice-cream! ... now that's what i call pampering! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117300-108557882752528678?l=fancy_pants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/feeds/108557882752528678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117300&amp;postID=108557882752528678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108557882752528678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117300/posts/default/108557882752528678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fancy_pants.blogspot.com/2004/05/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some things never change... 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