<?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-1178228538165712684</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:30:13.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little vintage, a little designer, with room for the eccentric and eclectic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-8306502449919143739</id><published>2009-01-08T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:59:22.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Need a Visual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SWZNA8n1LkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/JI8rFvc3JkY/s1600-h/Fall+of+GM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SWT5kmjOFTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/34duMyusXy0/s320/Tulum+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288626269658682674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SWT5kYXO1wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/oztm_EsUjM4/s1600-h/Tulum+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SWT5kYXO1wI/AAAAAAAAAjI/oztm_EsUjM4/s320/Tulum+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288626265850304258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SWT5jyy3g3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/LDIsZeWZJ9E/s1600-h/Tulum+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SWT5jyy3g3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/LDIsZeWZJ9E/s320/Tulum+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288626255765668722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back and Happy New Year all or as we koreans like to say, 새해 복 많이 받으세요!!! Hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday. I went home to Toronto for like 5 days and then flew back to NYC on the 30th. My best friend Michelle and her great boyfriend Paul decided to come visit so I had lovely houseguests for the week. I loved it, my holiday was filled with massive amounts of indulgence, laughter, dancing and pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SWT5kmjOFTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/34duMyusXy0/s1600-h/Tulum+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cjpark%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="stockticker"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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     &lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring lunch 3x a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start a beginner cooking class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start a pilates or yoga or gym class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay off TONS of my debt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop annoying my boyfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop drinking so much Coca Cola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never buy retail price again&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; There's probably tons more that I need to do but I truly believe that the above are realistic and totally attainable goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, as my little Xmas present, my wonderful boyfriend bought me a 3 night, 4 day trip to Tulum, Mexico. We'll be heading of next Saturday, the 17th. Short but definitely sweet!!! My bf is the bestest and has literally saved my life in NYC, literally. When I return I'll be moving my little ass into his apartment in Nolita on the best street ever, Elizabeth St. I'll be living with a boy, OMG!!! I'm like all grown up, who would've thunk it?&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/1178228538165712684-9095244921804797270?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/9095244921804797270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=9095244921804797270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/9095244921804797270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/9095244921804797270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='새해 복 많이 받으세요'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SWT5kmjOFTI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/34duMyusXy0/s72-c/Tulum+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-1279353538335337248</id><published>2008-12-05T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:51:16.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Get Better and Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_rQlBfFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/C_VQ_Njphmo/s1600-h/Shoes+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_rQlBfFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/C_VQ_Njphmo/s320/Shoes+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276318450858425426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill Sander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_rHnZkDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HCsxB3PriYI/s1600-h/Shoes+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_rHnZkDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/HCsxB3PriYI/s320/Shoes+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276318448452472882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_rCY3bgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PVP-s0I31pM/s1600-h/Shoes+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_rCY3bgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PVP-s0I31pM/s320/Shoes+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276318447049338370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_qzV_fkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/9WUAMSlHv6w/s1600-h/Shoes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_qzV_fkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/9WUAMSlHv6w/s320/Shoes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276318443010752066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why are shoes so amazing lately? FYI - I'm convinced I saw MJ walking down Fashion Ave. on my way to work today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1279353538335337248?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1279353538335337248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1279353538335337248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1279353538335337248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1279353538335337248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-get-better-and-better.html' title='They Get Better and Better'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/STk_rQlBfFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/C_VQ_Njphmo/s72-c/Shoes+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-5419967822208615731</id><published>2008-11-13T18:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:16:14.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want, I Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vogue.co.uk/celebrity-photos/gallery.aspx/id,250?Page=2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SRy0dj1rK8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/KTODWt4i_6I/s320/Russian+Dolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268284084046212034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, I want all of them, especially the YSL, Marc Jacobs, Ralph Lauren and Moschino ones. Find out more information on who designed what, did you guess right? (Thanks Fashionista and Vogue UK for this piece of awesomeness.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5419967822208615731?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5419967822208615731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5419967822208615731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5419967822208615731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5419967822208615731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-i-need.html' title='I Want, I Need'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SRy0dj1rK8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/KTODWt4i_6I/s72-c/Russian+Dolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-4757319535999244761</id><published>2008-11-05T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:58:18.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Adopted American</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SRG0MqTvH2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/hSQ5u2sdK_o/s1600-h/Obama+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SRG0MqTvH2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/hSQ5u2sdK_o/s320/Obama+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265187568981319522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a year since moving here, I can officially say that I am proud to be living in this country. Kind of makes you feel like the American Dream is actually attainable. I would like to congratulate the new President Elect, Barack Obama. Boy do you have one hell of a clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a - the economy&lt;br /&gt;b - raise those taxes for those that make over $200,000 (and yes I know many that still voted Obama)&lt;br /&gt;c - pull the fuck out of Iraq&lt;br /&gt;d - make heathcare affordable (we did it in Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a race issue, it was the right man vs. wrong man issue. Eight years of Bush, with his Republican legacy was McCain's biggest downfall. If I believed in God, I would thank God and praise the Lord but I don't so I can just thank the people of the United States (for once) and Obama. Nevermind me, the rest of the world thanks you. You changed history, didn't think the U.S. was ready for an African-American President but I was fortunately proven wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-4757319535999244761?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/4757319535999244761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=4757319535999244761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4757319535999244761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4757319535999244761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/11/proud-adopted-american.html' title='Proud Adopted American'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SRG0MqTvH2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/hSQ5u2sdK_o/s72-c/Obama+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-7108625130702025470</id><published>2008-11-04T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:13:29.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>History in the Making</title><content type='html'>We are witnessing history in the making. Predicted to be the largest voter turnout ever, everyone in the world is ready for a change. With Bush leaving a bad taste in everyone's mouth, we are starving for something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. will either have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a - The first African-American President in office or&lt;br /&gt;b - The first woman Vice President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would choose the former if I could. The U.S. needs more regulation, needs to move towards a more socialist view on life, the middle class needs a helping hand AND it desperately needs to pull out of Iraq, ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some fun facts about what the Bush Administration has left us (I now include myself in the U.S. since I live here, sometimes unfortunately):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 2003:&lt;/span&gt; Under the premise that Iraq has WMD's, America invades the country with a fierce "shock and awe" campaign, unloading tons of bombs upon the city in a late-night attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 2004: &lt;/span&gt;Bush backs Constitutional amendment denying any state the right to recognize gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 2004: &lt;/span&gt;The federal deficit reaches a record high, approaching nearly $1 trillion. Former President Bill Clinton handed Bush more than $500 billion in surplus when he took office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 2007: &lt;/span&gt;Bush signs a directive that gives himself complete control of all three branches of government in cases where "extraordinary disaster" warrant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 2008&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is revealed that Bush has used a third of his presidency - 879 days - for vacation. The death toll of U.S. troops in Iraq reaches 4,000; Iraqi civilian deaths are estimated at over half a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 2008: &lt;/span&gt;Lehman Brothers goes bankrupt, sending the economy into the worst crisis since the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. cannot put another Republican into office. McCain's biggest downfall was running for Presidency right after Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't vote but lets hope everyone does, and for the right candidate. Obama - The rest of the world is behind you if not your own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SRBzCf-AljI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6PNA_Rt_uVc/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SRBzCf-AljI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6PNA_Rt_uVc/s320/Obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264834451174626866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7108625130702025470?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7108625130702025470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7108625130702025470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7108625130702025470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7108625130702025470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/11/history-in-making.html' title='History in the Making'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SRBzCf-AljI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6PNA_Rt_uVc/s72-c/Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-1620185316782522544</id><published>2008-10-29T13:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:38:50.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Totally not in the mood this year which is surprising since I am always in the mood. So not into it. I was going to reuse my best costume idea ever, GoGo Yubari but am too lazy to even do that. So my co-worker Justin has thought of the funniest idea ever, I am going to go as a nail technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a smoke, a name tag, a certificate, nail polish, nail polish remover, fake Asian accent and I'm sooo there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1620185316782522544?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1620185316782522544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1620185316782522544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1620185316782522544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1620185316782522544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2434285315010460626</id><published>2008-10-29T13:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:37:01.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music &amp; Fashion</title><content type='html'>Most played during Fashion Week for Spring/Summer 2009 shows in London, Paris, Milan and New York was SantoGold. Also big this time around were: MGMT (surprise, surprise considering they've been heard in almost every teen tv show and movie), Lykke Li and N.E.R.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select show breakdowns below. (courtesy of Starworks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love fashion and music, put them together and it's almost better than roasted chestnuts, ALMOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexander Wang (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Em Out - T.I.&lt;br /&gt;Connected - Stereo MC’s&lt;br /&gt;Handful - Kelis&lt;br /&gt;Hot Spot - Foxy Brown&lt;br /&gt;LapDance - N.E.R.D.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Piper - Run DMC&lt;br /&gt;Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See - Busta Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Wonderback - Jay-Z&lt;br /&gt;Work It - Missy Elliott&lt;br /&gt;You’ll Find a Way (Switch and Graeme Sinden Remix) - Santogold&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BCBG Max Azria (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.E.S. Artistes - Santogold&lt;br /&gt;My Superman - Santogold&lt;br /&gt;Say Aha - Santogold&lt;br /&gt;You’ll Find a Way (Switch and Graeme Sinden Remix) – Santogold&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chanel (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our House - Madness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abaete (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Lost Nobody Found - Cut Copy&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the Floor - Hot Chip&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up and Let Me Go - The Ting Tings&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlotte Ronson (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker – Metrononmy&lt;br /&gt;Paris Is Burning - Ladyhawke&lt;br /&gt;Peg - Steely Dan (Cover version)&lt;br /&gt;Stop Shop - Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;Two Doors Down - Mystery Jets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Lacroix (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music: Michel Gaubert]&lt;br /&gt;Carmencita - Devendra Banhart&lt;br /&gt;Jungle Drum - Emiliana Torrini&lt;br /&gt;L.E.S Artistes (Hévé remix) - Santogold&lt;br /&gt;Minimal - Matias Aguayo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Dior (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Feel – MGMT&lt;br /&gt;Everybody – Martin Solveig&lt;br /&gt;Missing – Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;She Wants To Move – N.E.R.D.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional Rescue – The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mickey – Toni Basil&lt;br /&gt;My Jamaican Guy – Grace Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David David (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m A Lady - Santogold&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dior (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Feel – MGMT&lt;br /&gt;Everybody – Martin Solveig&lt;br /&gt;She Wants To Move – N.E.R.D&lt;br /&gt;You’re Missing – Bruce Springsteen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Vie En Rose (Tom Moulton Mix) – Grace Jones&lt;br /&gt;Love Lockdown (Chew Fu Small Room Remix) – Kanye West&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dries Van Noten (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samples of music and voice from Serge Gainsbourg&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fendi (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tainted Love – Soft Cell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gucci (Men)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bit of Feel Good – Jamie Lidell&lt;br /&gt;Time To Pretend - MGMT&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Be Startin’ Something – Akon ft. Michael Jackson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House Of Holland (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music: The Misshapes]&lt;br /&gt;Dream Girls - Neon Neon&lt;br /&gt;Dusk Til’ Dawn - Ladyhawke&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore Girls - Count and Sinden feat. Rye Rye&lt;br /&gt;Minuit Jacuzzi - TEPR&lt;br /&gt;Popular - Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;Theme Song from 90210&lt;br /&gt;Volcano Girls - Veruca Salt&lt;br /&gt;When I grow Up - Pussy Cat Dolls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louis Vuitton (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Du Crime – Edith Piaf&lt;br /&gt;C’est Un Homme Terrible - Edith Piaf&lt;br /&gt;Je Ne Regrette Rien – Edith Piaf&lt;br /&gt;J’Entends La Sirène - Edith Piaf&lt;br /&gt;La Vie En Rose (English Version) – Edith Piaf&lt;br /&gt;Les Feuilles Mortes – Edith Piaf&lt;br /&gt;L’Homme à la Moto – Edith Piaf&lt;br /&gt;Padam Padam – Edith Piaf&lt;br /&gt;Une Dame – Edith Piaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luca Luca (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ideas - LCD Soundsystem&lt;br /&gt;C’mon Baby – Tricky&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lacoste (M/W)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemtrails - Beck&lt;br /&gt;Jericho Jerk - Pierre Henry &amp;amp; Michael Colombier&lt;br /&gt;Le Sud - Nino Ferrer&lt;br /&gt;Psyche Rock - Pierre Henry &amp;amp; Michael Colombier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luella (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrinking Moon For You - Wooden Shjips&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maison Martin Margiela (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music: Reno Isaac]&lt;br /&gt;American Flag – Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;Diddle My Skittle – Peaches&lt;br /&gt;Do Ya – Peaches&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s Weird – Deus&lt;br /&gt;Free Bird – Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;Fuck The Pain Away - Peaches&lt;br /&gt;No Wow – The Kills&lt;br /&gt;She Was A Visitor (1967) – Robert Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Superstition – The Kills&lt;br /&gt;The Man In The Square – Slagery Van Kampen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs (M/W)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper Planes – M.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;Shove It – Santogold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Williamson (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know Your Girlfriend Hates Me - Annie&lt;br /&gt;I’m A Lady - Santogold&lt;br /&gt;Shadows - Midnight Juggernauts&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on Repeat - Little Boots&lt;br /&gt;Why Can’t I Touch It - The Buzzcocks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missoni (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil’s Haircut – Beck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Sixty (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great DJ - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;Jager Yoga - CSS&lt;br /&gt;You’ll Find a Way - Santogold&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nanette Lepore (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance Dance - Lykke Li&lt;br /&gt;Jump In - High Places&lt;br /&gt;Wrap Your Legs (Around Your Head) - Allez Allez&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Smith (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music: Michel Gaubert / Noiseboys]&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean - Dolapdere Big Gang&lt;br /&gt;Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - Dolapdere Big Gang&lt;br /&gt;Dragon Balls - BettyBotox (a.k.a. JD Twitch from Optimo)&lt;br /&gt;Jungle Drum - Emiliana Torrini&lt;br /&gt;Lights Out (Diplo’s Panda Bear Mix) - Santogold&lt;br /&gt;Mesopotamia - The B-52’s&lt;br /&gt;Save Me - Aretha Franklin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Som (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Found You - Tilly and the Wall&lt;br /&gt;Jager Yoga - CSS&lt;br /&gt;L.E.S. Artistes - Santogold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.1 Phillip Lim (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric Feel – MGMT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prada (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawfish – Elvis&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preen (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foxy Lady - Jimmy Hendrix&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proenza Schouler (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Heat  - Cabaret Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;Let the Music Play  - Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Sensoria (12″ Vinyl Cut) - Cabaret Voltaire&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberto Cavalli (Men)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy Footwork – Chromeo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberto Cavalli (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Boy Hey Girl – Chemical Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Kids - MGMT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rodarte (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Love For Planet Earth - Fuck Buttons&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stella McCartney (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m Amazed – Paul McCartney&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stella McCartney for Adidas (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeper - The Count &amp;amp; Sinden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temperley London (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music: Theo Green &amp;amp; Lars von Bennigsen]&lt;br /&gt;Death From Above - CSS&lt;br /&gt;Dionysus - Jocelyn Pook&lt;br /&gt;Hold On - Hot chip&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Love - Donna Summer&lt;br /&gt;Jet Set - Bumcello&lt;br /&gt;Let The Sunshine in - Bumcello&lt;br /&gt;Pa Baillar - Bajofondo Tango Club&lt;br /&gt;Slaves Dream - Ofra Haza&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thom Browne (Men)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Sprach Zarathustra - Richard Strauss (2001- A Space Odyssey)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thuy  (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei De Ser Sexy - Jager Yoga&lt;br /&gt;Great DJ – The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;House Of Jealous Lovers – The Rapture&lt;br /&gt;I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance - Black Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versace (Men)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap And Cheerful - The Kills&lt;br /&gt;Great DJ - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up And Let Me Go - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;Sour Cherry - The Kills&lt;br /&gt;That’s Not My Name - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versace (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe Achieve – CSS&lt;br /&gt;Jager Yoga – CSS&lt;br /&gt;We Started Nothing – The Ting Tings&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YSL (Men)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Superman – Laurie Anderson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zac Posen (RTW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance Dance - Lykke Li&lt;br /&gt;I’m Good I’m Gone - Lykke Li&lt;br /&gt;Jungle Drum - Emiliana Torrini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2434285315010460626?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2434285315010460626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2434285315010460626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2434285315010460626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2434285315010460626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-fashion.html' title='Music &amp; Fashion'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-8343255675002913826</id><published>2008-10-03T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:05:14.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still &lt;3 So Much</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.&lt;br /&gt;I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.&lt;br /&gt;You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our decision, to live fast and die young.&lt;br /&gt;We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.&lt;br /&gt;Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOZsKeXc1-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Cip-BtUQcaA/s1600-h/paris+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOZsKeXc1-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Cip-BtUQcaA/s320/paris+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253004942580176866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOZsKVQIQVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/rvi88ovmsv8/s1600-h/paris+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOZsKVQIQVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/rvi88ovmsv8/s320/paris+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253004940133548370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been promised that I'll get to go in April 2009. Mon dieu, I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-8343255675002913826?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/8343255675002913826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=8343255675002913826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8343255675002913826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8343255675002913826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-3-so-much.html' title='Still &lt;3 So Much'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOZsKeXc1-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Cip-BtUQcaA/s72-c/paris+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-4151519735424985873</id><published>2008-10-03T11:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:36:03.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ho Hum Day at an Atelier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7hw3wmlI/AAAAAAAAAZc/m8fFs4JZUfk/s1600-h/NK+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7hw3wmlI/AAAAAAAAAZc/m8fFs4JZUfk/s320/NK+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252951466614757970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7iY9_BAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aEq6ip6Rnuw/s1600-h/NK+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7iY9_BAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aEq6ip6Rnuw/s320/NK+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252951477378286594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7iaVhiNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kjofn8Rqrkk/s1600-h/NK+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7iaVhiNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/kjofn8Rqrkk/s320/NK+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252951477745453266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7iWx0xYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BuAc8veIU94/s1600-h/NK+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7iWx0xYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BuAc8veIU94/s320/NK+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252951476790412674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Nicholas Kirkwood, where have I been?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-4151519735424985873?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/4151519735424985873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=4151519735424985873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4151519735424985873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4151519735424985873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/10/ho-hum-day-at-atelier.html' title='A Ho Hum Day at an Atelier'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOY7hw3wmlI/AAAAAAAAAZc/m8fFs4JZUfk/s72-c/NK+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-3486855480129493402</id><published>2008-09-29T13:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:37:56.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up I Want to Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESOyS0S9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/x2qLqGmVA7M/s1600-h/Carine+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESOyS0S9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/x2qLqGmVA7M/s320/Carine+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251498685718875090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESPMLBRGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2K2xyxD9kcU/s1600-h/Carine+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESPMLBRGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2K2xyxD9kcU/s320/Carine+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251498692665492578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESPJ6BLuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/G3Rrzt4tV6c/s1600-h/Carine+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESPJ6BLuI/AAAAAAAAAZM/G3Rrzt4tV6c/s320/Carine+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251498692057312994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESPDalw9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Oo2lLOG7sOg/s1600-h/Carine+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESPDalw9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Oo2lLOG7sOg/s320/Carine+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251498690314879954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but Carine kicks Anna's ass any day, any night, all day, all night!!!! No competition, at all!!! French women have that certain, je ne sais quoi, no? Plus her and her partner have been together for over 30 years with two kids. I'll take a partner over a husband any day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3486855480129493402?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3486855480129493402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3486855480129493402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3486855480129493402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3486855480129493402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be.html' title='When I Grow Up I Want to Be...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SOESOyS0S9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/x2qLqGmVA7M/s72-c/Carine+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-2222106791045642478</id><published>2008-09-28T13:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:04:20.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Loses a Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SN_GYMd8feI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Tsxc49OD2Co/s1600-h/Leo_Fuchs_4252_Paul-Newman-Close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SN_GYMd8feI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Tsxc49OD2Co/s320/Leo_Fuchs_4252_Paul-Newman-Close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251133809503272418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SN_GYGl6w4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/-je2tdPqc_s/s1600-h/joanneandpaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SN_GYGl6w4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/-je2tdPqc_s/s320/joanneandpaul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251133807926100866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SN_GYNOo08I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ly2U0U0A9_Y/s1600-h/Newman_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SN_GYNOo08I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ly2U0U0A9_Y/s320/Newman_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251133809707504578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A legend passed away this weekend. First time I saw Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, I couldn't believe the beauty of this man. My only other comparisons are the great Marlon Brando and the constant player, Warren Beatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Newman tried to be anything but the "Paul Newman" you see on screen or on stage. Always guarding his privacy from the public eye, this award winning actor, director and devoted philanthropist, donated over $120 million (unprecedented by any other actor or actress) to charities from his 100+ product line of salad dressings and pasta sauces. In 2006, he quietly turned over all proceeds and the entire value of his ownership in Newsman's Own to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Newman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be this blue-eyed, blond haired beautiful, beautiful man. The one who has stayed faithful and married to your beautiful wife, the one who continually challenges himself, the one with a dry humor, the one who despite all the evils in the world (especially in Hollywood) was able to stay private and true and inspiring. You will truly always be to me, Brick Pollit. Only you could have stolen the spotlight from the goddess that is Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has lost another one of its greats. Thank you for gracing me with your beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2222106791045642478?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2222106791045642478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2222106791045642478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2222106791045642478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2222106791045642478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-loses-legend.html' title='The World Loses a Legend'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SN_GYMd8feI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Tsxc49OD2Co/s72-c/Leo_Fuchs_4252_Paul-Newman-Close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-4889083025709213741</id><published>2008-09-14T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:16:41.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inconvenient Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Anyone that knows me knows my undying love of polar bears. They're my favorite animal, I adopted one for a past special person and if I had money, I would give much to save them from drowning. They are facing a cruel death and I just can't deal. I mean what, there's like a polar bear graveyard at the bottom of the Arctic? Uh!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being from Canada I've learned that Canadians are much more conscious of the environment and doing this to preserve it. Everyone, I mean EVERYONE recycles, we all compost, I personally never litter and last time I was in TO, I saw more bikes than ever!!! Since living in NYC I've realized that the majority of my fellow residents here care little or none about the environment. I mean my work doesn't really recycle, there are very little recycling bins around the city and people really just don't practice too much conservation. It's quite sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, one more thing to be proud of about being Canadian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this poor little fella. Shoot me and put me out of my misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SM2oTviZhPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/54KK6cVeET4/s1600-h/Polar+Bear.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SM2oTviZhPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/54KK6cVeET4/s320/Polar+Bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246034198088221938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-4889083025709213741?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/4889083025709213741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=4889083025709213741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4889083025709213741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4889083025709213741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/09/inconvenient-truth.html' title='The Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SM2oTviZhPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/54KK6cVeET4/s72-c/Polar+Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-623323176399674617</id><published>2008-09-10T17:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:44:36.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Space</title><content type='html'>Found this new blog. &lt;a href="http://www.theselby.com/"&gt;The Selby&lt;/a&gt; is photographer Todd Selby's blog where he photographs his friends and subjects in their homes. Every shot is beautiful and he captures his subjects in a way that isn't as violating as you would think, since he is entering into their homes, a most private space. I love how he captures everyone in their most natural habitat without seeming intrusive - you don't feel like a peeping Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;aya and kiyoshi kanai - just b/c it's a daughter and a dad &amp;amp; i love my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;matthew eikelberger - color, color, color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;paola kudacki and james penfold - boy meets girl - minimalism, cleanliness, art and SHOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;cheri messerli and david rager - perfection at its best - dark, classic, amalgamation of two lives - I LOVE THIS THE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;says &lt;span class="title"&gt;cheri messerli and david ragerare moving - maybe i should look into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-623323176399674617?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/623323176399674617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=623323176399674617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/623323176399674617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/623323176399674617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-your-space.html' title='In Your Space'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-565150907943366300</id><published>2008-09-08T14:29:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:10:20.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drool, Sigh, Heart..</title><content type='html'>Fashion Week in New York City will only leave you weak, breathless, hungover, begging and pleading for more. But amazing things comes out of it. . A couple of my favorites that I have time to post are below. You can take a look at the complete collections at style.com, links provided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved Rag &amp;amp; Bone for awhile but after seeing this complete collection, they have reached ultimate status for me. Blazers looked amazing and loved all the little stovepipe pants with throws of leather and floral. Have a &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/S2009RTW-RBONE"&gt; looksy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVyRcE26YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mM3924fgOIE/s1600-h/R%26B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVyRcE26YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mM3924fgOIE/s320/R%26B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243722985062721922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVyRWjOAcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WbBPeB-ye0o/s1600-h/R%26B+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVyRWjOAcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WbBPeB-ye0o/s320/R%26B+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243722983579451842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden boy of fashion, Alexander Wang proved once again why he is worth all the hype...silk, leather, cotton, color...drool!!! Cannot, CANNOT wait for the shoes. Old news I know but I was made aware a couple of weeks ago by my lovely fashion friend so I'm uber excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVzoO2GFdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sAJKm5Yfu1w/s1600-h/A+Wang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVzoO2GFdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sAJKm5Yfu1w/s320/A+Wang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243724476159759826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVyBQ2ehbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gfHNlnahbew/s1600-h/A+Wang+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVyBQ2ehbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gfHNlnahbew/s320/A+Wang+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243722707171706290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh to it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-565150907943366300?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/565150907943366300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=565150907943366300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/565150907943366300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/565150907943366300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously-when-no-one-can-do-no-wrong.html' title='Drool, Sigh, Heart..'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVyRcE26YI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mM3924fgOIE/s72-c/R%26B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-3733228820759551266</id><published>2008-09-08T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:37:36.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Weep for the Things That Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>Topshop entering New York this October, drool since their Fall/Winter 2008 Look Book is to die for, DIE! Take a &lt;a href="http://www.coutorture.com/1716973"&gt;look here&lt;/a&gt;. Guaranteed this is where 99% of my money is going to. The rest of the photos are just things I have my little eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, now in love with Bijules. Everyone's probably heard of this but me but hey, sometimes late to the bandwagon is better than never.&lt;a href="http://www.bijulesnyc.com/store.html"&gt; Have a looksy. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, all I really need is a new pair of boots. Whether it be Fiorentini and Baker, N.D.C., Frye or the ones below, I don't care, I just need a damn pair. Oh and the MJ but that's a given now, along with many more due to my righteous connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it so wrong that material possessions make me happy and giddy and feel all warm all over? At least I admit it and don't deny it. Thank God my PO from Karen Walker for fall has come in, hopefully this will tie me over until my wallet gets replenished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVAG1si2ZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VRey_xFceXg/s1600-h/Fall+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVAG1si2ZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VRey_xFceXg/s320/Fall+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667827380115858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coutorture.com/1716973"&gt;Top Shop Fall/Winter '08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVAHGIaIYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NkLa22NAg1c/s1600-h/Fall+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVAHGIaIYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NkLa22NAg1c/s320/Fall+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667831791952258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coutorture.com/1716973"&gt;Top Shop Fall/Winter '08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMU-dt9jPxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EkTcqsyz-Qc/s1600-h/A+Wang+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMU-dt9jPxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EkTcqsyz-Qc/s320/A+Wang+Shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243666021417697042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Alexander Wang Diffusion Line&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMU-eHeoSBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pP_dyLy4iPQ/s1600-h/Boots.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMU-eHeoSBI/AAAAAAAAAVA/pP_dyLy4iPQ/s320/Boots.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243666028267325458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotte Black Lace Up Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMU-eSN1VwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4lD2b3CjsRE/s1600-h/Bag+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMU-eSN1VwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4lD2b3CjsRE/s320/Bag+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243666031149668098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marc Jacobs Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMU-ets8SdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/h8rsLCWNPBY/s1600-h/E%26J+Coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMU-ets8SdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/h8rsLCWNPBY/s320/E%26J+Coat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243666038527904210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E&amp;amp;J Plaid Cape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3733228820759551266?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3733228820759551266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3733228820759551266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3733228820759551266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3733228820759551266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-weep-for-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='I Weep for the Things That Make Me Smile'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SMVAG1si2ZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VRey_xFceXg/s72-c/Fall+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-1479568124615669311</id><published>2008-08-29T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:47:58.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour of Summer</title><content type='html'>So it's here, the end of summer as we all know it. The last long weekend and I can't say that I'm too upset mainly because I'm totally over my allergies which have been the worst ever. My first summer in NY was amazing even though I didn't get to do even half the stuff on my list but I did enjoy every minute. I also got to go to Israel and see amazing sites, I met amazing new friends, had tons of inappropriate party/dancing nights and met a lovely new special person whom I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lovely friends here from T.O. and my lovely Jessica will also be attending weekend festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and amazing holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I was in T.O. I'd be going here...Krista's cottage by the lake but instead I'll be in stinky, smelly NY, which I guess really isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SLg1xKwwydI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uP2ltFbnw4k/s1600-h/Cottage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SLg1xKwwydI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uP2ltFbnw4k/s320/Cottage+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239997285264312786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SLg1xB6jk_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/DNFlOH7qliU/s1600-h/Cottage+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SLg1xB6jk_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/DNFlOH7qliU/s320/Cottage+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239997282889470962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1479568124615669311?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1479568124615669311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1479568124615669311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1479568124615669311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1479568124615669311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/08/labour-of-summer.html' title='Labour of Summer'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SLg1xKwwydI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uP2ltFbnw4k/s72-c/Cottage+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-7394831266581030551</id><published>2008-08-25T15:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:26:29.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll walk around, Pretending we're all grown up, Hey, Rich Girl!</title><content type='html'>My weekend in a few short notes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boyfriend checks us into 60 Thompson Hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 story private loft party in SOHO at bf's best friend's office space with only like 50 people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Private party was for Ryan McGinley's welcome home from his 3rd annual road trip for some NY magazine that I can't remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midnight acoustic set by the Virgins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting and handshaking of MK (yes, that MK) - intro courtesy of my lovely bf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocking out on a rooftop with an open bar with 3 gfs, my bf, his friends and MK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on a couch for 30 min. beside MK and dancing beside her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being too shy to say anything to MK but, "Hi, I'm Janet, nice to meet you."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was tres, tres, fun. I gave up the Hamptons for this and it was 100% worth it. The party was intimate, perfect and amazing. And yes, I'm embarrassingly that obsessed with MK - maybe it's b/c we're the same height/weight/size or b/c we're usually on the same style wavelength? No clue but I like her. I was more excited to see her than hear The Virgins or meet the photog, probably b/c I had no clue who he was but supposedly I should. He just sold one of his pics to Sigur Ros for the cover of their new album but to me, he's my bf's friend from when he was like 10, his old skater buddy who was his roommate in shitty NY apts throughout college - that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys had a blast this weekend too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7394831266581030551?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7394831266581030551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7394831266581030551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7394831266581030551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7394831266581030551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-walk-around-pretending-were-all.html' title='We&apos;ll walk around, Pretending we&apos;re all grown up, Hey, Rich Girl!'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2678643355543337964</id><published>2008-08-14T10:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:10:33.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm Back</title><content type='html'>So sorry, too much has been going on in my life as of late but I'm back to happily blogging about it again. I moved into the new apartment and things fit amazingly well. I love the area, I can walk to all my favorite places and friends and having my own bathroom again pretty much kicks ass. A little loud since my window faces the street of Avenue C but it doesn't really bother me. Plus, I now officially have exposed brick walls which is the ONE MAJOR thing I've always wanted since moving to NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city's still hot, humid, expensive, crazy and abusive. I've been spending literally ALL my time with a new, special person who is goofy, fun and adoring. Work is wonderful and a big pain at the same time and I still miss my friends and family dearly but it's getting easier with everyday that passes. I went to Rock the Bells, got to see Jay, Meth &amp;amp; Red, Talib Kweli, Nas and literally every other hip hop artist to ever grace the face of this earth. Was an experience. Didn't go to Yacht Rock b/c I was being lame and never found my love from the train but obviously got over it. BUT I have been shopping like a mad women at sample sales ... especially the E&amp;amp;J one so this must stop but can't b/c Barney's annual sale starts NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are kicking going into August. Would still love some visitors and the Polaroid fridge has moved to a Polaroid magnet wall so please come one, come all!!! Hope all is well in everyone's land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this, just b/c I'm sad that there will be no more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SKRDGMUMmiI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZKiDUS0f9I0/s1600-h/Harry+Potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SKRDGMUMmiI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZKiDUS0f9I0/s320/Harry+Potter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234382440575572514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2678643355543337964?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2678643355543337964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2678643355543337964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2678643355543337964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2678643355543337964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-im-back.html' title='And I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SKRDGMUMmiI/AAAAAAAAATo/ZKiDUS0f9I0/s72-c/Harry+Potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-5707552884881779209</id><published>2008-07-28T15:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:30:20.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Weekends in NYC</title><content type='html'>Friday started off lovely, spent the day with an amazing colleague/friend who was visiting from LA. He wanted to introduce me to some of his NY peeps. I got to learn more about my friend who I've learned is an amazing soul, more so than I already knew. One who has been through so much in his life but has overcome all to become this genuine, kind, light-hearted person who I feel fortunate enough to cross paths with. Reminds me so much of another special person in my life due to their optimistic views on spirituality and life and also the way they see beauty in art, music, fashion and design. Being such a cynical person in life, it is important for me to be around such people to keep me challenged and on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we started out with my introduction to Pinkberry (yes, I hadn't had it before), then talking on a stoop, then to his friend's apt, then to a random friend pick up from the street, onto a bench in Tompkins, to another friend's apt, to pizza, then back to 2nd friend's apt., to balcony yelling and spying, to gelato, back to 2nd apt., then to see The Wackness (2 out of 5*s), then finally hometime. It was the most perfect NYC day. Days that are spent really doing everything but doing nothing, where friends meet up, leave to do other things, then meet back up again. That's how my life has become here, just going with the flow with no real plans and never really doing anything. It's amazing and I feel that you can really only do that here b/c there is constantly stuff to do and see and learn no matter how long you've been here. Plus, all of this was done sober, which is a BIG step for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, all of these friends are 1-2 years older than me and doing all of these amazing things with their lives, more so than me. It's funny b/c my brother asked me last time I was home if I got intimidated. I said no, b/c almost everyone in NYC is doing something and is someone so you kind of get used to it. He said true since NYC is definitely not a place for the faint of heart, it breeds the best of the best and only the true will survive...ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate ending to my weekend was going to see Dark Knight last night. After all the hype I'll tell you this, I was definitely NOT disappointed and actually feel like seeing it again which I may on Wednesday. Heath Ledger...INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!! I'm so happy that they were able to finish filming before his unkindly death b/c there is NO WAY someone could've filled those shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SI4ds18ScYI/AAAAAAAAATI/_8lGQCv5Z-I/s1600-h/Dark+Knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SI4ds18ScYI/AAAAAAAAATI/_8lGQCv5Z-I/s320/Dark+Knight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228148873655120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a great, sober, cheap weekend was had and was much enjoyed by myself. I met great new people, saw an amazing film, packed up most of my apartment and discovered some amazing new music thanks to my new friend. I'm a bit too lazy to discover music by myself these days and am usually told what I would like by JW and now by JB. So I am officially obsessed with: The Chromatics, Kyte, The Blow and Air France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it was as amazing and lazy for everyone else as it was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5707552884881779209?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5707552884881779209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5707552884881779209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5707552884881779209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5707552884881779209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-weekends-in-nyc.html' title='Lazy Weekends in NYC'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SI4ds18ScYI/AAAAAAAAATI/_8lGQCv5Z-I/s72-c/Dark+Knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-3394805902132449550</id><published>2008-07-23T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:32:12.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought a tear to my eye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3394805902132449550?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3394805902132449550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3394805902132449550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3394805902132449550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3394805902132449550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/brought-tear-to-my-eye.html' title='Brought a tear to my eye..'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2754445433299922227</id><published>2008-07-22T15:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:07:03.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I just checked missed connections on Craigslist to no avail, he has not posted yet. I may have lost the love of my life, sad isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2754445433299922227?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2754445433299922227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2754445433299922227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2754445433299922227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2754445433299922227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-10885804343656940</id><published>2008-07-22T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:33:15.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at First Sight</title><content type='html'>I was doing my normal  morning routine - walk up stairs at the stairs at 4th and 9th and jumped on the train. As I slowly looked to my right looking for the impossible seat I see a total me guy. We make eye contact and I quickly look away chuckling to myself. This goes on for a couple of stops until the guy beside me gets up so I go to sit but the guy beside the hot guy moves into that seat so the only seat left is directly beside him. At first I thought good move but no, since it's hard to make eye contact with someone directly beside you. So we go along our merry way, me reading Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray and he reading Michael Chabon's Wonder Boys. Me on my iPOD listening to Cat as always and him listening to the drone of the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go along, I'm not really paying attention to my book and am randomly wondering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - what stop is his and&lt;br /&gt;B - what to do...smile? give business card? say hi? ignore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he starts packing up, putting away his umbrella, book, etc. and gets up to leave and gives me a smirk. I get up to go to my next stop and realize it's 1 stop past at 47 Rockefeller Center rather than my stop at 42nd. So I more or less got too flustered that I missed my stop which was in turn his stop. My friend at work told me I should've given him my card b/c that's what people in NY do but I told her that I realized I was dressed like an idiot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will just continue to take the train at that exact time in that exact spot to get on the exact cart and hopefully will run into him again. Oh well, you snooze you lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-10885804343656940?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/10885804343656940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=10885804343656940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/10885804343656940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/10885804343656940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at First Sight'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-3863735066376680453</id><published>2008-07-18T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:32:06.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Conversations with the Old Man</title><content type='html'>J: You working late tonight?&lt;div&gt;E: I threw out my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Why because you're old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Painkillers are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Can you save me some? Our next night out, save them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Ahhhhmazing. Muzle relaxers are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Wow, you really are fucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: How old are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Old, 29, but you're older.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Ok, ok, next year. (I went to sleep so didn't reply)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Huh? Next Year? Wtf are you talking about? Did you sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Yeah 5 hours, you need 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: No 6, when are you back after your travels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Where you going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: LA, London, Dublin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Wow you're sooo cool man. You should take me somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Wow, cool yeah, cool man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;???????????????????????????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no clue!!!! Every time is so damn funny I just have to share. Seriously, I never get anyof our conversations that happen over texting. I have no clue if it's b/c translation gets lost in texting or just b/c neither of us has any clue. I think it maybe the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3863735066376680453?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3863735066376680453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3863735066376680453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3863735066376680453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3863735066376680453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-conversations-with-old-man.html' title='Random Conversations with the Old Man'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-1636752710352386857</id><published>2008-07-17T13:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:32:34.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening Senses</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. Sends chills down my spine and awakens every sense in my body. I haven't really ever been a fan of contemporary ballet since I come from a classical background with my opera singer mother, me having played the piano and my bro the violin but now I think I should delve further into this art. As a kid I was ONLY allowed to take classical ballet - no jazz, no tap, nothing contemporary, JUST BALLET and it was my favorite thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuSKshNlWx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuSKshNlWx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1636752710352386857?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1636752710352386857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1636752710352386857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1636752710352386857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1636752710352386857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/awakening-senses.html' title='Awakening Senses'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-7330228509842775371</id><published>2008-07-17T10:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:12:38.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ChChChChanges....</title><content type='html'>Went home from Thurs. - Tues. of last week. While being home I got to hang out with my bestest of friends over many, many and I mean MANY drinks. I got to see one of my oldest and bestest guy friend get married at a pure gong/shit show of a wedding and celebrated many birthdays. The weekend was tiring, exhausting actually, expensive and uber fun!!! It also involved many gut-wrenching, hyena-like, hysterical laughs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who made it out to see many at least once!!! Thanks again Michelle for playing a lovely host!! Being home reaffirmed that no matter how much this city gets me down, no matter how broke, lonely and desolate I feel, that I made the right and best decision. I love TO, I will end up and live forever in TO but right now NY is my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving YET again. Roommate situation - he broke up with his girlfriend, wanted to move back in but didn't, realized the place was too small for 2 people, realized he may hate NY, etc., etc. has more or less caused me to start looking for a new apartment. I decided to grasp this opportunity and maybe live in a place I've always wanted to, the East Village - Alphabet City to be exact, which I like better than LES, better than Williamsburg, better SOHO, better than anywhere actually. After looking at some shitty apartments, a VERY SMALL 350 sq. ft. studio in the BK I've decided to accept an offer to live in a 3 bedroom with MY VERY OWN BATHROOM at Ave. C and E7th. I will have one male and one female roommate and an abundance of restaurants, bars, parks, etc. I also have 3 subways I can take - what sucks is that each one is about a 10 minute walk, I definitely will miss my 2 minutes in BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have 2 roommates now, I live further from the subway, I figured that I have to live in Manhattan for at least 1 year while I do live here and I live closer to the very few friends I do have!!! Everyone can still come visit, I'll have an air mattress waiting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SH9fz8GjAEI/AAAAAAAAATA/x8XYdC6_tPI/s1600-h/New+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SH9fz8GjAEI/AAAAAAAAATA/x8XYdC6_tPI/s320/New+Home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223999438684618818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7330228509842775371?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7330228509842775371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7330228509842775371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7330228509842775371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7330228509842775371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-can-make-it-here-you-can-make-it.html' title='ChChChChanges....'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SH9fz8GjAEI/AAAAAAAAATA/x8XYdC6_tPI/s72-c/New+Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-3838991750101114516</id><published>2008-07-09T13:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:39:24.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hometime Tomorrow Time</title><content type='html'>In ONE MORE SLEEP I get to go back to the ones I love and adore. I haven't seen my mama and dada and bro in 6 WHOLE MONTHS!!! Yesterday was my 6 month anniversary of moving to the Big Apple so I feel it's a great way to celebrate this big accomplishment. Even though I've had many loved ones visit me here, many more haven't so I'm uber excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have: birthdays to celebrate, memories to be rehashed, new gossip to be heard and told, a wedding to attend, drinks to be drunk, sun to soak in and just plain old catching up and glowing in the love that will surround me in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes at a perfect time since I may have to move, again, due to my roommate breaking up with his GF and now wanting to possibly have the apartment to himself and I know it may not sound like a big deal but moving in this goddamn city is a BIATCH!!!! Ahhhh, to remember the remember the times when my life was so simple back in T.Dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI - I have a new crush developing and we chatted on the phone for about 30 minutes last night...something I haven't done since I was about 19 ... about 10 years ago. He is lovely and I just can't figure out yet if he's just genuinely nice or interested??? Guess we'll find out. I feel like a school girl rather than the jaded, cynical, commitment-phobic, whatever woman that I usually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah to T.Dot...to all you lovelies that live there, see you soon!!! My fun-filled, drunken, tiring week/end will be starting at my fav bar/black hole .... Beaconsfield!!! Stop by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I am a karaoke machine!!! Have you ever seen so much passion???!!! This to one of the karaoke greats...Journey. I may just quit all extracurricular activities and do karaoke 24/7. I am Asian you know, it's in my blood, there's no stopping it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SHT3lIGslCI/AAAAAAAAASw/9TkZAHdgDNQ/s1600-h/Karaoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SHT3lIGslCI/AAAAAAAAASw/9TkZAHdgDNQ/s320/Karaoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221070085232038946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3838991750101114516?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3838991750101114516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3838991750101114516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3838991750101114516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3838991750101114516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/hometime-tomorrow-time.html' title='Hometime Tomorrow Time'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SHT3lIGslCI/AAAAAAAAASw/9TkZAHdgDNQ/s72-c/Karaoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-2829860594217942325</id><published>2008-07-07T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:38:04.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Back</title><content type='html'>My office is prank capital, everybody's been hit but me so it was finally my turn. My coworkers were bitter that they were at work while I was lounging away on the beach so they decided to initiate the Canadian while commemorating Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SHJie_tx73I/AAAAAAAAASg/F8DkqSFrV7A/s1600-h/My+Desk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SHJie_tx73I/AAAAAAAAASg/F8DkqSFrV7A/s320/My+Desk.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220343202714873714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SHJifFny_FI/AAAAAAAAASo/cl8qNsON0So/s1600-h/My+Desk+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SHJifFny_FI/AAAAAAAAASo/cl8qNsON0So/s320/My+Desk+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220343204300389458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2829860594217942325?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2829860594217942325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2829860594217942325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2829860594217942325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2829860594217942325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-were-back.html' title='And We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SHJie_tx73I/AAAAAAAAASg/F8DkqSFrV7A/s72-c/My+Desk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-6711660797724815032</id><published>2008-07-05T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:14:23.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around, Around the Circle We Go</title><content type='html'>So I'm back from my 10 day jaunt to the holy land, well not mine since I'm an atheist but you get what I mean. After surviving the craziest security ever on the airplane I finally made it there and back. I stayed at a beachy, resorty, retirementy city called Netanya about 30 minutes outside Tel Aviv. I only went to Tel Aviv two times which upsets me because I wanted to see the nightlife and shopping. I also took jaunts into Jerusalem and the Dead Sea area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Israel made me more adamant on my political views and even though I have many, many, many issues with the state itself, it's politics, it's actions, etc. I understand why they are so patriotic and you can see and feel the passion and love they have for their nation and religion. I learned a lot about the history around Israel and about all the pain and suffering that still continues to this day. The day after we were in Jerusalem, there was another terrorist attack. An Arab stole a tractor and tried to drive it into the open market but a bus got in the way, flipped the tractor and it rolled on top of numerous cars killing about 5 and injuring many, many more. I don't know how to solve it nor do I think I will see any peace during my lifetime but obviously, in my opinion, what they're doing is not working. Attacking, retaliating, persecuting, continuing hate is not solving any matters. Who knows, this war has been raging for thousands and thousands of years so maybe it's just the way of the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about history, let's focus on fun stuff. Netanya was beautiful, chilled and relaxing. Went to the town square a lot, ate amazing Morrocan food and falafels, had more hummus than anyone should ever eat and beached and pooled it many a hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem is so amazingly cosmopolitan it's nuts. The Old City is incredible and I went to the Western/Wailing Wall and saw the tunnels under it that are 6 stories high. I didn't touch the wall just because I thought it would be sacreligious but it was interesting to see all of the different religions so closely intertwined. Dead Sea was incredibly hot, like 40 degrees in the shade hot ... well it is the desert. I got to ride a camel and obviously floated which everyone really should do, it's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there is much, much more to say about the trip so I will revisit with little snippets here and there. I promise to post pics later, I'm jetlagged, can't sleep in and force myself to go to bed at a normal time so I am extremely dazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Canada Day and Happy 4th of July!!! Hope everyone had a great couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace in the Middle East - xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-6711660797724815032?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/6711660797724815032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=6711660797724815032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6711660797724815032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6711660797724815032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/07/around-around-circle-we-go.html' title='Around, Around the Circle We Go'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2050770216957154488</id><published>2008-06-24T11:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:06:01.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Reopen My Eyes I'll be Gone</title><content type='html'>Leaving tonight at midnight for Tel Aviv, will be there until July 4th. Will then be in my lovely Toronto from July 10th-15th. Can't wait for it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be on/offline sporadically for the next couple of weeks. I think my trip to the Holy Land will help me reassess things in my life...people, life, career, etc. I always feel like I'm reassessing but sometimes, it's needed and what better place to do it than by floating in the Dead Sea. Who knows, I may even find my faith, highly unlikely but maybe, you never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone go adopt a polar bear please, they're in great peril. These are great gifts, I bought one for a special person last Christmas and I loved giving it, hopefully he loved receiving it just as much. It'll make you feel all warm and cuddly inside. FYI - you won't actually get one in the mail, I was upset when I found that out. BUT you do get a certificate with your name on it and a cute little stuffed animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.worldwildlife.org/ogc/ogcAC_speciesDetail.cfm?gid=27&amp;amp;sc=AWY0800WC900"&gt;https://secure.worldwildlife.org/ogc/ogcAC_speciesDetail.cfm?gid=27&amp;amp;sc=AWY0800WC90&lt;/a&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SGEZ6VNdCYI/AAAAAAAAASY/M53wEi82I4I/s1600-h/Sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SGEZ6VNdCYI/AAAAAAAAASY/M53wEi82I4I/s320/Sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478333388425602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish you were all coming with me!!! Wish me safe and happy travels!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2050770216957154488?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2050770216957154488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2050770216957154488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2050770216957154488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2050770216957154488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-reopen-my-eyes-ill-be-gone.html' title='When I Reopen My Eyes I&apos;ll be Gone'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SGEZ6VNdCYI/AAAAAAAAASY/M53wEi82I4I/s72-c/Sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-5228541692745804460</id><published>2008-06-19T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:14:27.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Finds/Loves</title><content type='html'>Shopping is always fun and I've discovered/bought a couple of new loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acne boyfriend jeans, so, so, so, baggy and odd to wear after skin tight skinny jeans but love the bagginess around the ass and how it gets all tapered and tight into cuffs at the bottom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kate Moss for Top Shop silk teal dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rogan for Target white and black leopard print shorts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I've also decided to become a cheesy prepster this summer polo button down shirts and sperry topsiders and all. Boat shoes on hipsters...not so cool, boat shoes on real prepsters...awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman below is amazing and I also love the photo with the bridge in the background and the jutted out patio roof that envelops her like an umbrella. She's not dressed outlandish or incredibly beautiful, it just suits her and I really love. This is a little piece of heaven for me from my fav. daily blog, The Sartorialist. He is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SFqTVt6afcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6QVFUQ6ydFU/s1600-h/Heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SFqTVt6afcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6QVFUQ6ydFU/s320/Heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213641519945907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5228541692745804460?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5228541692745804460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5228541692745804460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5228541692745804460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5228541692745804460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-findsloves.html' title='New Finds/Loves'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SFqTVt6afcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6QVFUQ6ydFU/s72-c/Heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-6956677489987153503</id><published>2008-06-19T00:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:03:44.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Convos with the Old Man</title><content type='html'>All done via text obviously!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: I'm in Mexico City, I get back tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: What? Did I text you last night asking or something? I don't remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: You didn't answer my question. I don't remember did I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Whatever I'm old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: But you're older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, wtf is that conversation? That is literally the gist of our texting conversations EVERY GODDAMN TIME. I ONLY text but this is why texting sucks balls! I have no clue what that means and usually about 99% of the time that the two of us text each other, we really have no clue what the other is talking about. I'm surprised the texting has even lasted this long and that neither of us hasn't blown the other's head off. I guess I really do have more patience than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Israel in less than a week, don't be jealous my darlings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-6956677489987153503?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/6956677489987153503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=6956677489987153503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6956677489987153503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6956677489987153503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-convos-with-old-man.html' title='Random Convos with the Old Man'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-5378292801404133096</id><published>2008-06-11T11:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:21:33.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love My Job</title><content type='html'>So I am going to Tel Aviv for work from June 24th - July 4th. I just got my papers from my Visa program so I officially have permission to leave the country!!! Woo hoo!! I am sooo excited. I am going to see a client there and some new business with the president of my company. Much of the time is spent touring, beaching and recreation...his words not mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This to me is amazing!! I would NEVER be able to afford a trip like this so this for me is a once in a lifetime opportunity!! I get to see Jerusalem, the wailing wall, Masada, old, old, old ancient ruins and the Dead Sea!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Plus, everyone keeps telling me that the people in Israel are the most gorgeous people ever, men and women. All tall, thin and olive skinned, I may never come home!!! I am so excited I am bursting!!! I can't wait to eat real middle eastern food, lie on the beach and take hikes along the ruins. This is soo me, the last time I went to Greece the ruins made me choose Art History as my major in University...LOVE!! Oh yeah and also drink tons and tons of wine. I am one lucky biatch I must admit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel Aviv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07NEd8MI/AAAAAAAAARA/SBNdI16pxyM/s1600-h/tel+aviv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07NEd8MI/AAAAAAAAARA/SBNdI16pxyM/s320/tel+aviv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210652591848812738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tel Aviv 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07QUofdI/AAAAAAAAARI/9l3nQwSdw-I/s1600-h/tel+aviv+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07QUofdI/AAAAAAAAARI/9l3nQwSdw-I/s320/tel+aviv+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210652592721919442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dead Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07RAFQrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-yOKBC42qos/s1600-h/dead+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07RAFQrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-yOKBC42qos/s320/dead+sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210652592904159922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wailing Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07jqLGKI/AAAAAAAAARY/_bf5AVyoxVU/s1600-h/wailing+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07jqLGKI/AAAAAAAAARY/_bf5AVyoxVU/s320/wailing+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210652597912541346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5378292801404133096?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5378292801404133096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5378292801404133096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5378292801404133096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5378292801404133096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-my-job.html' title='Love My Job'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE_07NEd8MI/AAAAAAAAARA/SBNdI16pxyM/s72-c/tel+aviv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-2729740772297522515</id><published>2008-06-10T13:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:43:54.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>223 13th St.., #15, Brooklyn, NY 11215</title><content type='html'>If you come visit me, I promise, promise, promise to take a polaroid of you and post it on my wall/refrigerator of fame along with my mom's note and any wedding invitations I may have at the time. I know tempting isn't it? You know you all want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note - my mommy told me she misses my face. I last saw them on January 11th so it's been about 5 months. I bet all of that missing will vanish once she's stuck with me for about 10 minutes...ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - danka to the lovely yessica for her ingenious idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE62q96UNfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9H36b9Ikv-w/s1600-h/Wall+of+Fame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE62q96UNfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9H36b9Ikv-w/s320/Wall+of+Fame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210302668204160498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2729740772297522515?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2729740772297522515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2729740772297522515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2729740772297522515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2729740772297522515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/06/223-13th-st-15-brooklyn-ny-11215.html' title='223 13th St.., #15, Brooklyn, NY 11215'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE62q96UNfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9H36b9Ikv-w/s72-c/Wall+of+Fame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-8892674524217359845</id><published>2008-06-09T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:26:51.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Love</title><content type='html'>Landmark Bicycles in the East Village has a Schwinn Collegiate, 3 Speed, pedal and handle brakes with a teeny 16" frame with my name ALL OVER IT!!! It's apparently a pretty blue colour just like my old bike in T.O. I haven't seen it yet but I can feel the joy it'll bring already. I'm assuming it will look a lot like the one below. Now I just gotta find people to ride with, oh that's right, I didnt' have any to ride with in T.O. either so I guess no difference. Can't wait to have the nasty, smelly, smoggy NY, BK air in my face and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE2f4ewNb8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/vgZITXiACyU/s1600-h/Schwinn+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE2f4ewNb8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/vgZITXiACyU/s320/Schwinn+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209996136614293442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-8892674524217359845?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/8892674524217359845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=8892674524217359845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8892674524217359845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8892674524217359845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-love.html' title='New Love'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SE2f4ewNb8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/vgZITXiACyU/s72-c/Schwinn+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-3817905942371514867</id><published>2008-06-08T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:42:41.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I am Melting</title><content type='html'>OMG I CANNOT believe how hot it is here. It reached like 95 degrees this weekend but 95 here is hotter than anywhere else b/c there is NO RELIEF!!! Yesterday woke up for brunch in Williamsburg and sat INSIDE b/c of the need for AC. Then walked around and died, melted, cried and complained. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually made it back home a sweaty, sticky mess and still decided to go out b/c, hey, why the hell not. Well The Rub party didn't plan out so we went to a random bar in Greenpoint b/c friends new other friends who were djing. Aiko randomly had to borrow my ID b/c she forgot hers, hilarious!! We were only like 2 people apart and they didn't notice. Goddamn stereotype that all asians look the same works out sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now going to a move, the Strangers b/c it's nice and cold in a theatre. I have one AC unit in my bedroom and I've draped myself all over it all day. I've taken one step outside, well I did wake up at 4 and in that 5 minutes to the store I wanted to kill myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it amazing how much a 4'11.5," 90 pounder hates the heat. I do not do well with heat unless there is a pool or a nice breeze. Uhhh, I may die this summer, DIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a blast in the heat wave. xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3817905942371514867?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3817905942371514867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3817905942371514867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3817905942371514867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3817905942371514867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-i-am-melting.html' title='OMG I am Melting'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-6143629315205659346</id><published>2008-05-19T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:02:53.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I'm doing some spring cleaning of my personal life. This means unreliable, bad and just stupid people are no longer going to be apart of my life. Time to say bye, bye!!! I am only going to surround myself with good people. Ok, not saying I'm cutting them 100% out of my life but not caring as much, not depending, wondering, etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This makes me feel great and awesome. Going home to TO in a month with the help of amazing friends and a fundraising group on Facebook, hopefully going to the LA office for a mini exchange, visiting family and HOPEFULLY going to London/Europe to visit a friends maybe in the fall. This is all under the term "hopeful" b/c I'm hoping that I will be able to save money for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, my visa ends in April so I've decided to apply for an H1-B visa in April b/c oddly enough, PR is a "desired" profession here in the US of A. This visa will be good for 6 years so maybe after the 6 or even before I'll finally be ready for hometime, as in TO hometime but you never know what can happen in 6 years. Plus, this visa has a quota, last year it opened on April 1st, the quota was set for 65,000 and this was hit at April 2nd when they had to close it so then it became a lottery so in reality, my chances aren't 100%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend was fun, great, tiring and accompanied with great people. One of my oldest friends and his GF came to visit. We ate good food, walked a lot, shopped a lot, drank a lot and just had general GTs. This Monday is my first official American holiday, totally excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy belated Victoria Day to my Canadian peeps!!! 95% of my time is still lovely and beautiful here while the other 5% is wrought with anxiety, lonliness and a general state of "what the fuck did I just do?!" I got about 6 more months until I'm supposed to feel truly settled, can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be well my friends! xo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-6143629315205659346?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/6143629315205659346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=6143629315205659346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6143629315205659346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6143629315205659346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-7848387590880205262</id><published>2008-05-15T11:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:46:29.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCxar6EL1EI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2RBF3tjGDBU/s1600-h/Cut+Cop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCxar6EL1EI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2RBF3tjGDBU/s320/Cut+Cop.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200631380073763906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I went to the Cut Copy concert BY MYSELF. I'm pretty independent but this was a new venture for me. I almost bailed b/c I was so tired but I dragged myself there to the Bowery Ballroom which I love as a venue. For the opening band, Mobius Band I was downstairs and I actually fell in love with them. I wasn't going to see the opening band but a coworker recommended I check them out and I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a LONG intermission before Cut Copy came on but finally they stepped onstage at 11:30. They played mostly songs from their new album but a couple of oldies really got the crowd jumping, literally. It was a packed house full of real Cut Copy fans (I'm a newbie, I know...LAME!) and everyone was in great spirits, dancing around and singing at the top of their lungs. The only lame part was that they were only on for about an hour. Oh and the fact that my train stopped running at midnight so I had to detour and it took me an extra 45 minutes to get home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I felt a bit weird but once the bands came on, who really cares who you're with since in reality, you're there for the music. So it really makes no difference if you're dancing around by yourself in your apt or at a live show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed so many shows here since nobody I know here really likes to see them (which is SHOCKING to me) and don't really share my taste in music but I've popped my cherry and am now going full throttle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7848387590880205262?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7848387590880205262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7848387590880205262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7848387590880205262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7848387590880205262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/05/feel-love.html' title='Feel the Love'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCxar6EL1EI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2RBF3tjGDBU/s72-c/Cut+Cop.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-6633347328373467575</id><published>2008-05-06T09:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:00:29.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Met Costume Institute Gala</title><content type='html'>Every year I get super excited about the Met's Costume Institute Gala b/c this is wear all the really daring and eccentric stars shine with their fashion choices. So this morning, I eagerly went online to check out the photos and was SADLY DISAPPOINTED!! This year the theme was Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy but I definitely did not see any superheroes or anything that brought me into a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the only ones that I could BARELY stand. Love Posh's vintage Armani, Ashley's DVF is stunning, MK's I'm torn on, Kate - on the money, can never go wrong with vintage Chanel (ask Kirsten Dunst) and Christina Ricci was golden (haven't figured out yet who she wore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo looked hideous as did Katie Holmes, Beyonce's a stupid dog as always in the same dresses she always wears, Fergie looked like a mack truck in that hideous gown, Eva Mendez doesn't need to exist anymore in my life and DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SCAR JO!! And what the hell were Hilary Duff and Blake Lively doing there??? I'm so confused and distraught. The supposed FASHION EVENT of the year did not live up to my expectations as in the past where it has met and even surpassed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhCRZkdQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0AVOQpx8AZc/s1600-h/The+Met+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhCRZkdQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0AVOQpx8AZc/s320/The+Met+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197260661643834626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhChZkdRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fmlXiZ2ezW8/s1600-h/The+Met+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhChZkdRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fmlXiZ2ezW8/s320/The+Met+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197260665938801938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhCxZkdSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lNSxJDRqePQ/s1600-h/The+Met+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhCxZkdSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lNSxJDRqePQ/s320/The+Met+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197260670233769250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhCxZkdTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZUONTMQMkhM/s1600-h/The+MEt+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhCxZkdTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZUONTMQMkhM/s320/The+MEt+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197260670233769266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-6633347328373467575?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/6633347328373467575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=6633347328373467575&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6633347328373467575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6633347328373467575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/05/met-costume-institute-gala.html' title='The Met Costume Institute Gala'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SCBhCRZkdQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0AVOQpx8AZc/s72-c/The+Met+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-1803456770764839982</id><published>2008-05-05T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:57:37.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manolos</title><content type='html'>Spent a lazy Sunday in the city yesterday. It was supposed to piss rain all day but was beautiful, sunny and hot. Woke up around 9:00 am and went down to Animal Haven to an event that my work was volunteering at, "Adopt a Pet." Sooo cute, the little doggies, wish I could have one. Then met my friend M for CHEAP sushi and after, just walked and walked all around the city. Seriously though, NOTHING is better than walking around NYC on a warm spring day, NOTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tokio 7, which I found thanks to Aiko. It has tons of designer vintage for a 1/4 of the real price. I ended up snagging a pair of 4" blue Manolo Blahniks for only $80!!!Totally hot with tons of toe cleavage ... problem is walking. We then continued to walk around and around until our little feet and hearts were tuckered out. I then went to go see my special person for a lovely evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though rehab is boring, I feel rested, rejuvenated and as fresh as morning dew (FYI: there is no morning dew in NY). Great weekend was had by me with tons of great deals and finds. Hope all is well wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SB8uHBZkdPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aInxo9KNLfs/s1600-h/Animal+Haven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SB8uHBZkdPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aInxo9KNLfs/s320/Animal+Haven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196923193178486002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1803456770764839982?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1803456770764839982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1803456770764839982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1803456770764839982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1803456770764839982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/05/manolos.html' title='Manolos'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SB8uHBZkdPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/aInxo9KNLfs/s72-c/Animal+Haven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-4997714571940520853</id><published>2008-05-03T21:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:46:14.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT COOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SB0SsBZkdOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zISkUKiAMKQ/s1600-h/46b9473af33a3_33605n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SB0SsBZkdOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zISkUKiAMKQ/s320/46b9473af33a3_33605n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196330092554646754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was lazily walking around the Slope, Park Slope that is when I stopped by the neighbourhood, weekend flea market. After walking around, I stumbled upon a random table with all random finds. I see a Polaroid camera, the One-Step 600 to be exact and ask how much. He tells me $5 I ask if it still works, he says yes, I ask if he has film, he says no and I buy either way. I know that supposedly Polaroid film is now hard to find b/c of it's imminent extinction but I felt why not and if I seriously can't find film, at least I'll have a piece of history. The thing is, when I was like 8 and lived in Texas, I begged, begged and begged my parents for a Cool Cam camera for Christmas. I particularly wanted the pink and either grey or green one. So a couple of days before Christmas, I snuck into my parents closet, scaled the wall, crawled across the shelf to find my camera!!! Even though it was red and black I still loved. Then I got caught and got in MAJOR shit!!! Anyways, this camera brings back memories of me being in Texas and loving my life. I know it's "cool" and all to have one but seriously, I couldn't find my old one so it's brings back a bunch of nostalgia for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, on with the story, so I start walking around the Slope going to random camera stores that are all like, "oh no, good luck with that, those are impossible to find now, we just sold our last boxes, etc." So finally I go into a Rite Aid and low and behold, there are about 20 boxes. So I immediately text my friend J who had mentioned his desire to find some film but can't in T.O. and buy him a couple of boxes and some for myself. On the way home I go to another Rite Aid to pick up a prescription and low and behold, there are about 20 more boxes. The bounty is abundant!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson to be learned...just go into a normal store, that sells to normal people and there you go, there will be tons and tons of film. Well at least until they run out but seriously, I found lots. Sometimes I'm grateful I'm not "cool." Makes life so much easier to be normal no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend all. I'm in rehab and I'm bored as hell so I may relapse and go out tonight...who knows, we'll see. I'm seeing my special person tomorrow and doing something TOTALLY NOT me that is unmentionable so I may need to gear up and ready my brain for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-4997714571940520853?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/4997714571940520853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=4997714571940520853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4997714571940520853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4997714571940520853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-not-cool.html' title='I AM NOT COOL!!!'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SB0SsBZkdOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zISkUKiAMKQ/s72-c/46b9473af33a3_33605n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-2857428720862147663</id><published>2008-05-01T20:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:54:05.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Couple of Weeks...</title><content type='html'>What I'm Reading:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Picture of Dorian Grey&lt;/span&gt;, Oscar Wilde&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the Lighthouse&lt;/span&gt;, Virginia Woolf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm Doing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recuperating from my weekends with J&amp;amp;J and Gugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Detoxifying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planning my weekend with CC and his GF&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catching up on lost sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting down mousetraps EVERYWHERE, I saw one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm Listening to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut Copy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MGMT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BSS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cat Power (always)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I Miss:Toronto in general&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom for mother's day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ketchup &amp;amp; dill pickle chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My girlfriends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My out of town guests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband (haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terroni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Black Hole aka Beaconsfield&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm Saving For:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plane ticket to Toronto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Chloe bag (always)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dresser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dress for Marco's wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2857428720862147663?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2857428720862147663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2857428720862147663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2857428720862147663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2857428720862147663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/05/next-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Next Couple of Weeks...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-7182361253745974244</id><published>2008-04-30T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:09:03.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I read and I read</title><content type='html'>I read and I read. I've been reading and writing books since I knew how. I used to write tons of short stories in elementary school and dreamt of being a writer, then a fashion designer, then a lawyer, then an art historian and now a PR professional that does tons of writing. I still think that sometimes I'll venture back to my true love of writing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read all the time, so much and it all somewhat sinks in but once in awhile, I read something and it blows my mind and that's the moment that I realize, that's why I read. That's why no matter what I read, I love it and respect the art form that it is. I can't draw, I can't sing, I can't dance, writing is my art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What difference does it make after all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- anonymity in the world of men is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;better than fame in heaven, for what's heaven? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what's earth? All in the mind." ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack Kerouac, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sums up my entire life, beliefs and cynicism for the past 10 years. I bow down to the Beat Generation. I FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY read Jack Kerouac and I bow down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7182361253745974244?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7182361253745974244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7182361253745974244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7182361253745974244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7182361253745974244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-read-and-i-read.html' title='I read and I read'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-6198733811371412942</id><published>2008-04-23T11:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:40:04.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a Husband</title><content type='html'>So I think I've finally recuperated from the weekend which was one of the best weekends ever!! I had a friend come down from NY to stay with me since he was meeting up with his friend from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; who was in town visiting his aunt. Friday started off with happy hour and the weekend just continued from there and ended going on until Monday morning at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="8"&gt;8:00 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; when I realized I had yet to sleep and had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Highlights of the weekend:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Having undercover cops come      into Ed's since J had to break in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Drinking a 40 in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Tompkins&lt;/st1:placename&gt;       &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Square&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;      (FYI: I don't drink beer)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Not getting the "private      party" line&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Swaying at Sway when it was      supposed to be an "early" night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Meeting a new German friend      who I can visit in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Discovering I have a husband      in T.O.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Rekindling my friendship with      someone I adore and missed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So much fun, sad part is I get really lonely when people leave. Happened with Rachel, happened last weekend and will happen this weekend when my BFF Googs comes. Why can't you all just stay here with me??!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here's some pics...I GUARANTEED had more fun this weekend than ALL of you!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;xoxo to J &amp;amp; J, come back real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SBCPbhZkdJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HO7oUCkVLWk/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SBCPbhZkdJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HO7oUCkVLWk/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192808073343038610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SBCO1xZkdHI/AAAAAAAAANw/B6PizizEoMs/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SBCO1xZkdHI/AAAAAAAAANw/B6PizizEoMs/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192807424802976882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-6198733811371412942?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/6198733811371412942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=6198733811371412942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6198733811371412942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6198733811371412942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-husband.html' title='Got a Husband'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SBCPbhZkdJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HO7oUCkVLWk/s72-c/IMG_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-3219344730067051955</id><published>2008-04-17T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:37:00.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Declared Myself Weird</title><content type='html'>This is what happened in my dream last night...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend: Hey did you hear Rilo Kiley died last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No how did she die? I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend: Didn't you know, her mom created her, like Pinocchio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What? Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend: Yes, her time expired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, wtf is that? I woke up and was like huh? I think the red wine from last night did this to me. I may be losing my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, my allergies are absolutely ridiculous, I can't see or breathe and I have a constant drip in only my right nostril and a seasonal cough. I also get season asthma due to my allergies. In TO they would start in August b/c I'm ragweed but I guess I am going to have a whole new set of allergens here in NY. I can't wait...shoot me, seriously, shoot me. I have months ahead of me filled with stuffed up noses, runny noses, congestion, asthma, itchy, watery eyes, dry noses, loss of voice, etc. Yeah I lose my voice too oddly enough. I hate the outdoors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3219344730067051955?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3219344730067051955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3219344730067051955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3219344730067051955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3219344730067051955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-declared-myself-weird.html' title='I&apos;ve Declared Myself Weird'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-1379253471601781701</id><published>2008-04-15T12:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:45:30.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New BFF Pen</title><content type='html'>So I have a new BFF, her name is Penelope. I have yet to meet her but I'm sure it'll be love at first meet/sight. She's the bestest thing in the world. I just want to eat her!!! Her dad is my cousin Dave's friend, so Geoff is my BFF Pen's dad. I kept saying this to him on Friday night, he thinks I'm weird. She lives in Conneticut so I can't meet her until May 17th. We're like long lost souls. I'm going to nominate her for the Sartorialist Cutest Baby contest...even though it's on hiatus, Pen may push him to reenact it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SATbO7eme1I/AAAAAAAAANo/6AN7wXxM8Wo/s1600-h/Pen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SATbO7eme1I/AAAAAAAAANo/6AN7wXxM8Wo/s320/Pen+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189513720168348498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SATa9reme0I/AAAAAAAAANg/P4IX1jRIfis/s1600-h/Pen+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SATa9reme0I/AAAAAAAAANg/P4IX1jRIfis/s320/Pen+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189513423815605058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1379253471601781701?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1379253471601781701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1379253471601781701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1379253471601781701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1379253471601781701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-bff-pen.html' title='New BFF Pen'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/SATbO7eme1I/AAAAAAAAANo/6AN7wXxM8Wo/s72-c/Pen+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-28633519893328267</id><published>2008-04-11T16:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:52:44.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All These Wants with Little Means</title><content type='html'>So here's Mary Kate and Ashley (why is MK's name always first) HIGH, VERY HIGH end clothing line line, The Row. I can' t seem to find a Lookbook but that may also be b/c I'm really shitty at looking for stuff. If anyone finds can you please send my way!! Thanks!! I love this so much I may hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself pleather leggings, they are so tight I can barely get them on and off. I think I may be getting a gut which sucks b/c the only way to stop that is to do sit ups which I hate and can't really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's here from T.O. We're all going out. Have a great weekend wherever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOh9SmISxCk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOh9SmISxCk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-28633519893328267?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/28633519893328267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=28633519893328267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/28633519893328267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/28633519893328267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-these-wants-with-little-means_11.html' title='All These Wants with Little Means'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-3088484748881313212</id><published>2008-04-07T21:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:32:20.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week...</title><content type='html'>I am reading:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Road &lt;/span&gt;by Jack Kerouac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt; by F. Scott Fitzgerald &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember Me&lt;/span&gt; by Sophie Kinsella (guilty pleassure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am listening to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cat Power (every week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kings of Leon (again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am drinking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bellini Martinis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am obsessing over:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mayle, Elizabeth and James, The Row, Chloe Handbags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents and bro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bestest girl and boy friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A washer and dryer in my condo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A floor you can walk on without slippers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3088484748881313212?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3088484748881313212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3088484748881313212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3088484748881313212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3088484748881313212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-week.html' title='This Week...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-994237581087690659</id><published>2008-04-07T15:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:30:14.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Allergic to Middle America</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in awhile b/c I've been so busy with work, but a good kind of busy! Just got back from a tradeshow in Vegas which was a big success. I met with a huge, new client who are extremely nice and I am looking forward to working with them. Vegas on the other hand, yeah NOT my cup of tea. Too much cheese, too much extravagance, too much everything. Plus it was too expensive...sorry guys, no clue what the appeal is. I'm sure I would like it much better if I had gone with my friends but the part that annoyed me would still exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friday was a bit ridonculous. I met up with Laura who was here from T.O. for a weekend for Paulie's bday. We started at Hotel Gansevoort which was so so, typical NYC pretentiousness. I ended up jumping out of cab since they were going the opposite way and somehow ended up at Beatrice, again, by myself for hours. Saturday was recuperation since I was so tired from Friday especially considering I had taken the red eye home that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up talking to lots of my besties from T.O. to catch up on the past couple of weeks and Michelle...seriously stop with the bender, I'm still recuperating from mine in December. Lots of people coming down too for visits...too lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many wants right now, all material things. I haven't shopped in ages...I'm serious. I'm trying to get settled into my home and it's taking all my funds. I need new platforms, new shorts, new jeans, new tops, new bags, new sunglasses, new everything!! God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-994237581087690659?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/994237581087690659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=994237581087690659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/994237581087690659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/994237581087690659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-allergic-to-middle-america.html' title='I&apos;m Allergic to Middle America'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2137008878993178264</id><published>2008-03-28T19:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:17:12.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Note from Ma Mere</title><content type='html'>She's too cute, this is complete with all of the language barriers, not spelling or grammatical errors, completely how it's written:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet read it please...hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Keep up the good health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Good (wise) money management&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Get a boyfriend o.k.? (1-warm heart, 2-good job, 3-good health, 4-good Christian, 5-happy family and good relationship, 6-love each other)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will be a nice and humble person and be a success woman. I'm always love you Janet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also in Korean she wrote, Hae Won (my Korean name), your mother lives for you and will always love you. I wish I could find the Korean characters b/c the meaning is beautiful in Korean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love the get boyfriend part where she goes into complete detail of what a good guy would be. At least she got over the "you must marry a Korean boy" thing like 10 years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously have the bestest parents in the world and that note melts my heart b/c I know the poor woman is wrought with worry over her little (literally) baby girl being in bad ass NYC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2137008878993178264?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2137008878993178264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2137008878993178264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2137008878993178264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2137008878993178264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-note-from-ma-mere.html' title='Birthday Note from Ma Mere'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-5909158491183976902</id><published>2008-03-28T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:49:48.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Piece of Home &amp; Daily Convo ... March 27</title><content type='html'>I just found out my oldest, BF guy friend is coming to visit me in May with his GF and they'll be staying with me in my spare bedroom!! Yeah, I couldn't be happier, I love guests and I'm FINALLY going to be able to eat at La Esquina (his recommendation)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Thirsty Thursday as we call it at work. I went to a place I would never go to in an area I wouldn't be caught dead in ... Upper East Side...but I had super fun b/c my coworkers are super fun. I even played beer pong and flip cup (American college games)  and did shots of beer...me, that's right, shots of beer. Then on the subway ride home we played ESPN trivial pursuit. Now it's Freak-Out Friday b/c everyone's tired and hungover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sit on my couch this weekend and watch my Netflix copies of the Wire and pack for Vegas. I just found out I'm taking the red eye out on Thursday at 11:45 pm and get in on Friday at 7:45 am...joy! Shoot me now, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet: Is it happy hour here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Not sure but they do have bucket of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet: Oh really? They pour the beer in a bucket? (Turn to see it's bottles of beer in a bucket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talia: Hahaha, how could you think that, that's disgusting! We should get a bucket of vodka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5909158491183976902?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5909158491183976902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5909158491183976902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5909158491183976902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5909158491183976902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-piece-of-home-daily-convo-march.html' title='A Little Piece of Home &amp; Daily Convo ... March 27'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-3790815484883846244</id><published>2008-03-27T12:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:30:03.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobble Head Love Continues</title><content type='html'>Oh my God, I want every single goddamn piece of the Olsen twins' Elizabeth and James line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belle de Jour Dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slim Keith Trouser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fleece Singlet Dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Convertible Sequin Skirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I want it all but if I could only choose a little, I would choose those. I'm seriously in love. Sigh. Check it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethandjames.us/"&gt;Elizabeth and James&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's more affordable than The Row which is absolutely RIDICULOUSLY priced. I mean they're not real designers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3790815484883846244?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3790815484883846244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3790815484883846244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3790815484883846244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3790815484883846244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/bobble-head-love-continues.html' title='Bobble Head Love Continues'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-632187033275377811</id><published>2008-03-26T20:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:17:13.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Conversation...March 26, 2008</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to post daily a stupid conversation that I have with someone, usually the stupidness is caused by me, not because I'm dumb, no, no, I'm smart, I read, I write but sometimes, I'm tired and I don't know and I say things like below. This usually happens at work, imagine the beauty of sitting beside me for 8 hours a day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet: Hey Francis, I am going to cook dinner tonight b/c I'm broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis: Ok, what are you going to cook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet: Um, chicken but can I put chicken in the oven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis: What? What kind of chicken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet: Oh, you know a chicken breast, I mean if I go buy a chicken breast can I put it in the oven? I mean like if I marinate it and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis: Silence for 5 seconds as he stares at me dumbfounded, did you seriously just ask me that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet: Yeah, I'm just asking b/c I usually bbq on the Foreman. What?! I don't know that's why I'm asking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis: Wow, you're the marrying type!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet: Whatever Francis, I'm just not domestic!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francis: Did you cook the chicken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet: Nah, fuck it I went and bought chicken cooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-632187033275377811?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/632187033275377811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=632187033275377811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/632187033275377811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/632187033275377811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-conversationmarch-26-2008.html' title='Daily Conversation...March 26, 2008'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-4762672185805738940</id><published>2008-03-26T17:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T17:50:34.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're So Messy &amp; Asian So We're Allowed</title><content type='html'>Some pics of my birthday, waiting for the rest of them...RACHEL HURRY THE F*CK UP!!! Um, weather is stupendously beautiful here in NYC, going to Vegas from the 31st to the 3rd for work and all is good in the hood, no great in the hood. Plus, I'm getting money back from my Canadian taxes...yeah!!! Rather than the usual melting face, we have a "let's cause shit face," another one of my specialties.  I personally love my double chin in the 3rd pic, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I think my special person is upset with me or maybe I'm upset with him...either way it should be me and not him. Whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEemyhkzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Jjex0t7wZ_I/s1600-h/Bday+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEemyhkzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Jjex0t7wZ_I/s320/Bday+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182170351330759474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEZmyhkyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jXhSNsyHC00/s1600-h/Bday+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEZmyhkyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jXhSNsyHC00/s320/Bday+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182170265431413538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEVmyhkxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/g0jj6QfV1bQ/s1600-h/Bday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEVmyhkxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/g0jj6QfV1bQ/s320/Bday+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182170196711936786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEMGyhkvI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ip9X4ZJXZbs/s1600-h/Me+%26+Aiko+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEMGyhkvI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ip9X4ZJXZbs/s320/Me+%26+Aiko+Bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182170033503179506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-4762672185805738940?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/4762672185805738940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=4762672185805738940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4762672185805738940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4762672185805738940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-so-messy-asian-so-were-allowed.html' title='We&apos;re So Messy &amp; Asian So We&apos;re Allowed'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-rEemyhkzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Jjex0t7wZ_I/s72-c/Bday+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-9056803476969377963</id><published>2008-03-24T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:32:58.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Beat Goes On</title><content type='html'>So my birthday celebrations are over and thank God, I don't know how much more I could've handled. All was amazing and lovely. Wednesday started with a wonderful birthday/moving party at work complete with a funfetti cake and tons of gifts for my new abode. Rachel visited me and we met up with Aiko for happy hour drinks which lead to the MOST DELICIOUS dinner at Mercer Kitchen. I hate duck, ate the duck confit that Aiko had, delicious and I had the most wonderful scallops with homemade ravioli with this pea vinagrette, God, amazing!!!  This eventually lead to even more drinks at a bar near my place in BK and finally bed at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I had to get up for work the next day where I proceeded to do nothing!! Rach came to meet me again and we went for Korean BBQ. We were "supposed" to go out but I literally couldn't get up after my nap. Even my special person was texting me and I was obliviously replying with gibberish and he couldn't even get my ass up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, me and Rach go to Clinton Street Bakery and have THE MOST AMAZING (dead serious) brunch/lunch ever. I mean it had a 1.5 hour wait on a Friday so we put our names down, walked around LES and came back to eat. We continued to shop and in the evening, went to meet my cousin and friends for a night of fun at Congee Village. Ok, so those that don't know, Koreans, Chinese and Japanese all have a version of this rice porridge. Literally boiled rice for a long time. Our parents all make it for us when we're sick. Anyways, we ate delicious, real authentic food that was crazy cheap. That proceeded to drinks at the Dressing Room...1/3 bar, 1/3 store, 1/3 vintage store. It was nuts as more people joined and somehow, this turned into me at 7:30 in the morning buzzing Rach to let me back into my apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I wanted to do nothing but sleep on Saturday but since it was Rach's last day, I wanted so desperately to show her around my hood. So we did breakfast, and took a LONG walk around Park Slope gazing at all the dogs and babies. Unfortunately I then had to say adieu to Rach as she was heading home. I was supposed to go out with my special person but he bailed b/c he was feeling under the weather. I got a little upset but decided to say whatever b/c I realized that staying in would be good for my body and bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah didn't really turn out  that way.  Ended up meeting my friend  Ramon at Waverly Inn (yes that one) where we proceeded to down many Bellini martinis. We then decided to make our way over to Beatrice Inn (yes that one) hoping to get in which we did with no problem at all...surprise, surprise with those asshole bouncers. We danced till our little hearts were content and then danced some more back in his apartment. The night was great and both places were super fun and once again ended up to me coming home when the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine I was beat on Sunday but I loved every moment of my bday week/end. I ate the most delicious food...seriously everyone must go to all 3 places I mentioned and go to all the bars I mentioned (and no, I wasn't name dropping either, I seriously didn't think we'd get into Beatrice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving my life in NYC more and more and am grateful to know all the lovely people that I do. Pics will come later...as soon as Rach posts them!! Hope everyone had a great long weekend (wasn't one here) and had a Happy Easter. The only thing that could've made it better for me  would've been dinner with my family for Easter. Guess you can't have it all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-9056803476969377963?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/9056803476969377963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=9056803476969377963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/9056803476969377963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/9056803476969377963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='And the Beat Goes On'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2910938780596714390</id><published>2008-03-18T23:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:06:32.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Last Year of My 20's!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sooo, unless my friends are your friends, which maybe the case but if not, that means that my friends are definitely better than your friends!! 50% of me still thinks I should've flown home to T.O. for my bday/easter but I didn't. It's okay, I have many, many lovely people to celebrate with here and we will do many, many, bad, bad things to celebrate the final year of my 20's!!! Many drinks are going to be drank, many melting face photos are to be taken, many provocative outfits are to be worn (remember my motto: a bit eclectic with always a bit of inappropriateness) and many other unmentionable things are to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a rough 29 years but I've made it...barely!! (I'm joking!) This is going to be my year...LOL!!! My cousin and bro tell me that every year b/c the last 10 have been shit but I may actually believe them this time. Someone finally gave me a break and it feels damn good to be on top!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Thanks to everyone for all the warm wishes!!! So early yet I already got so many and that is why I have THE BESTEST friends ever!! It's the last year of my 20's and I'm excited to be leaving  them behind!! Um, here is me in my everyday costume, I'm also known as GoGo to many. This is what I'm wearing tonight, tomorrow, Friday and Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-ET5S605SI/AAAAAAAAALg/7WqEPw_HA5Q/s1600-h/GoGo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-ET5S605SI/AAAAAAAAALg/7WqEPw_HA5Q/s320/GoGo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179442921504826658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2910938780596714390?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2910938780596714390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2910938780596714390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2910938780596714390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2910938780596714390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-last-year-of-my-20s.html' title='Happy Last Year of My 20&apos;s!!!!!'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R-ET5S605SI/AAAAAAAAALg/7WqEPw_HA5Q/s72-c/GoGo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-2409316304860605801</id><published>2008-03-16T22:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:43:44.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend was better than yours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend was amazing, one that started off on Thursday and ended off fabulously. Friday night I spent some time with my special person watching shitty movies (b/c that's our thing) and crashing out. We then we did brunch on Saturday and since it was the most gorgeous day ever, we shopped and walked all around the East Village. Well he did the shopping, for normal household supplies, I did the holding of such things and the laughing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then met up with the lovely Aiko and we wandered all around the city, drooling over all the loveliness to be seen and bought. We ate fabulously cheap congee at Congee Village, found Mayle bags on sale, cried over Rachel Comey shoes and everything else at Stephan Alan and ate grilled Mexican corn on the cob at Cafe Habana. We strolled all over Chinatown, LES, Tribeca and BK. The night then proceeded into drinking wine at my place, then taking the train back into the city. While on the F train, we decided to share my iPOD earphones while dancing and singing the Cure and New Order obviously annoying all around us. Her boyfriend Brian jumped on the train to meet us and we then decided to eat again at Kirin (totally made up name, we just don't know the real name) where we continued to drink plum wine and eat grilled rice balls with Bonito flakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All a blur but I do know that I woke up Sunday afternoon with a huge smile on my face from my uber fabulous weekend. I talked to my moms, my dads and my bro today along with the lovely Anita. All homesickness is gone and I love the city more than ever. It was terribly gorgeous outside, as in I only needed a sweatshirt for a day of walking and everyone was out and about. I enjoyed spending time with all my special NY people this weekend and this will continue as my birthday is Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of T.O. peeps here this week. Mark who I'll hopefully see finally is here for work on Tuesday, Rachel flies in on Wednesday. Good times are to be had this week...God sometimes, life is DAMN GOOD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** I know  me and Aiko are losers who have no cameras so we have no pictures to be posted. Sorry, mine got stolen/lost on NYE so until I can afford a new one (which won't be for awhile since I need household items), my verbal descriptions will have to do!! ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2409316304860605801?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2409316304860605801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2409316304860605801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2409316304860605801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2409316304860605801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-weekend-was-better-than-yours.html' title='My weekend was better than yours...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-7571195968778912431</id><published>2008-03-14T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:06:28.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapered Jean Girl</title><content type='html'>Happy hour in this city will be the death of me, literally. Last night, neighbourhood bar in the Slope with other neighbours from work, $20 and I was done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to make a list of all the things I must do in this fair city this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;McCarren Park on Sundays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prospect Park in general&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a yoga/pilates class in the Slope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coney Island&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jersey Shore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All Points West Festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siren Festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk across the Brooklyn Bridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really visit all the museums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat at all the wonderful restaurants in the Slope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discover Carroll Gardens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find CHEAP vintage besides Beacons Closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Harlem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beatrice and Sway on Sundays more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;More to come, just can't think of things. Feel free to add to the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7571195968778912431?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7571195968778912431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7571195968778912431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7571195968778912431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7571195968778912431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/tapered-jean-girl.html' title='Tapered Jean Girl'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-8267940250566234051</id><published>2008-03-13T17:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:34:24.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Could Not Describe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6eFn45xOCY"&gt;This is amazing. I love, love, LOVE the monkey. I wish I had a monkey!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-8267940250566234051?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/8267940250566234051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=8267940250566234051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8267940250566234051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8267940250566234051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-could-not-describe.html' title='Words Could Not Describe'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-1304751575609799111</id><published>2008-03-13T15:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:07:05.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonderful source at work told me about this little boutique in Nolita that he thought I would like. Um, I don't like, I love. Randomly, they just went into the lovely Aik's showroom and her work is going to start repping the brand. I LOVE their stuff. I would feel like I was a sophisticated Parisian wearing such clothing!! Oui? Non? Oui!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyellnyc.com/spring08.html"&gt;Lyell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!! Can't you just picture me in it!! God, this city is an explosion of wants! I make myself sick from all this wanting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9mJSS605RI/AAAAAAAAALY/cf0dBg-STRQ/s1600-h/Lyell+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9mJSS605RI/AAAAAAAAALY/cf0dBg-STRQ/s320/Lyell+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177320194048320786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9mIMi605QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Mlg6j5GWdIU/s1600-h/Lyelle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9mIMi605QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Mlg6j5GWdIU/s320/Lyelle+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177318995752445186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9mIDy605PI/AAAAAAAAALI/AVMqQUoRSZE/s1600-h/Lyell..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9mIDy605PI/AAAAAAAAALI/AVMqQUoRSZE/s320/Lyell..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177318845428589810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1304751575609799111?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1304751575609799111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1304751575609799111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1304751575609799111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1304751575609799111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-found-love.html' title='New Found Love'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9mJSS605RI/AAAAAAAAALY/cf0dBg-STRQ/s72-c/Lyell+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-152278371663414782</id><published>2008-03-12T13:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:27:38.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Babysitters Club</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was OBSESSED with this series of books. More so than Sweet Valley Twins, The Sleepover Club (?), etc. My entire family can attest to this. My favourite was Stacy but in reality I loved them all. I need to get my parents to ship me my entire collection so I can reread about 50 in 1 day. The best part is, they have wicked fashion ideas b/c of Claudia Kishi...the artist/80's rockstar!! I remember I used to scour the pages to see what Ann M. Martin's fashion ideas were. She was loving the leggings, flared skirts and pushdown socks at the time. Claudia was more funky and artsy and Stacey was more trendy, off the rack stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  know, I have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9g8py605OI/AAAAAAAAALA/tK3wBUvjxgw/s1600-h/BSC+Book+Covers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9g8py605OI/AAAAAAAAALA/tK3wBUvjxgw/s320/BSC+Book+Covers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176954460403197154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-152278371663414782?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/152278371663414782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=152278371663414782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/152278371663414782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/152278371663414782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/babysitters-club.html' title='The Babysitters Club'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9g8py605OI/AAAAAAAAALA/tK3wBUvjxgw/s72-c/BSC+Book+Covers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-1520563506658270997</id><published>2008-03-11T23:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:18:07.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking the DEEP Side Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I used to be one of those girls that cried when she got her haircut b/c all she liked was long, ass hippy hair. I mean for such a small person, I had A LOT of hair. All you saw half the time was my hair. I loved it!! But, right before NYE this year I decided to chop it off despite all the "no don't do its" and I LOVED it. So last Friday I decided to go to the Bumble and Bumble salon (referral by the one and only Aiks b/c as she put it, "they do all the editorials and fashion week shows so you MUST go), spend a fortune to get my haircut uber, uber short in the back (shorter than a boy) and uber, uber long in the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End result...I LOVE even more than the first time. I'm rocking the DEEP side part and the entire bob thingy in the back that I didn't really like the first time is all gone. I can't believe I ever had long hair and I highly recommend spending a fortune on haircuts! I may do the Agyness Deyn hair next, not the uber short short one but the bit longer one. I love cutting my hair so much now that I can't wait till my next cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that anyone cares but it's my blog and I get to write what I want. Plus...no pics b/c I got my camera stolen on NYE. So for those that think I've disappeared into Neverland over here in NYC b/c I have no new albums on Facebook...it's not b/c I've decided to become a hermit, it's b/c I'm ghetto and rather spend my money on haircuts, booze, food and my metro card!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1520563506658270997?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1520563506658270997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1520563506658270997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1520563506658270997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1520563506658270997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/rocking-deep-side-part.html' title='Rocking the DEEP Side Part'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-317299932897366357</id><published>2008-03-11T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:36:18.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the beat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also get to go to this, yeah!!! This looks super dope...watch the video, it's of the Kid Sister, Kanye and The Cool Kids party back in January that I didn't get to go to :(&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!!! Late bday party for me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnh.org/rose/specials/"&gt;One Step Beyond | American Museum of Natural History&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jpark/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jpark/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-317299932897366357?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/317299932897366357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=317299932897366357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/317299932897366357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/317299932897366357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-beat.html' title='It&apos;s the beat...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-5216227417647989832</id><published>2008-03-11T09:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:38:21.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's Better Than NYC in the Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I can never go to Coachella, we have the next best thing this summer in NJ. Thanks Cmac for the update...we'll do the whole NJ shore beach house fun, fun, fun!! Everyone should make the trip to see this since it's much much closer than Cali!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apwfestival.com/"&gt;http://www.apwfestival.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roots, CSS, Girl Talk, Cat Power, Metric, Kings of Leon...Radiohead??!! God, Day 2 and Day 3 are just love!!! I'm excited for an uber summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo...Happy Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5216227417647989832?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5216227417647989832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5216227417647989832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5216227417647989832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5216227417647989832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothings-better-than-nyc-in-summer_11.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Better Than NYC in the Summer'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-648332383602530847</id><published>2008-03-09T21:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:32:15.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Slope</title><content type='html'>So I've decided that the new apartment wasn't for me. Sorry, not a big fan of rat-infested, no electricity, cat rampaged and dirty litter box apartments! Back to the Slope permanently and I am happy with that considering there are tons of restaurants, the F train is a good line to be on and I have a huge room. Even though Billyburg is a great neighbourhood, the place was not so much. I feel more settled now, time to redecorate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-648332383602530847?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/648332383602530847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=648332383602530847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/648332383602530847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/648332383602530847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-in-slope.html' title='Back in the Slope'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-1576527555477312004</id><published>2008-03-07T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:12:17.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fab Combo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;H&amp;amp;M announced that it bought a 60 percent stake in Fabric Scandinavian, the Swedish company that makes Cheap Monday jeans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo, this combination is utterly fab!!! Love H&amp;amp;M, love Cheap Mondays and their super skinny and sky scraper jeans!! Fits like a glove!!! Wonder what'll happen to the Cheap Mondays at Urban Outfitters...will they pull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9G8aC605NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QtYHsL8rO44/s1600-h/Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9G8aC605NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QtYHsL8rO44/s320/Logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175124602471638226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-1576527555477312004?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/1576527555477312004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=1576527555477312004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1576527555477312004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/1576527555477312004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/fab-combo.html' title='Fab Combo'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R9G8aC605NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QtYHsL8rO44/s72-c/Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-7454319635675338789</id><published>2008-03-07T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:46:46.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>I am so homesick it makes me hurt. I don't really like my new place so I'm on  the move, again. Supposedly this is a normal doing in this nutty city b/c so many apartments are shit but what a pain. God, I just want to go to T.O. for like 1 weekend, see my friends, eat my mom's food, see white, pretty snow and veg and then I'll be all rejuvenated and well again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly this feeling is normal, this feeling of, "What the fuck did I just do to my life!!!" Everyone says they've been through it and it takes a good 6 months to a year to fully adjust...um, I'm only at 2 months...a year is far away. This is one hard ass city to move to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my birthday is really, really soon and I have like 4 people to celebrate with...I should've flown home for my bday! Oh well, guess there's nowhere to go but up since I'm at the very bottom. And, I'm getting my haircut today so maybe pretty hair will make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safe in T.O. heard you're getting another 30 cm...goddamn! Sunny and beautiful here in NY...not that I'm rubbing it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7454319635675338789?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7454319635675338789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7454319635675338789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7454319635675338789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7454319635675338789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/homesick_07.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-8375389381600251508</id><published>2008-03-05T10:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:00:42.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is moving day, finally. Was supposed to be yesterday but due to the inconceivable incompetence of the the U.S. postal service/courier service, that didn't happen. But today is going to be a good day, I can feel it. I am officially moving to the hipster mecca of the world, where they were created and where all others flock to. Oh well, at least it'll be fun and there's tons and tons of stuff to do, especially in the summer. Now I just have to date guys that are ironic, pretentious and have beards...wait I already do that. Great, looks like I just may fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R87DJpqIKpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q5GCZBHDhcw/s1600-h/Bedford+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R87DJpqIKpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q5GCZBHDhcw/s320/Bedford+L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174287592464067218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this may sound unbelievable but seriously, in all the subway stops I've been to in NY I've never seen one as busy as the Bedford L, officially my stop now. You can literally see the crowd changing as you get closer to BK, from normalcy to irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R86-upqIKnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w0tSZlOyB8M/s1600-h/Pool+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R86-upqIKnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/w0tSZlOyB8M/s320/Pool+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174282730561088114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McCarren Park - huge empty pool where they throw parties in the summer and where bands like Band of Horses, BSS, Bloc Party, Beastie Boys, etc. play for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R86_EJqIKoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5diK8c58_ls/s1600-h/Dodgeball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R86_EJqIKoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5diK8c58_ls/s320/Dodgeball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174283099928275586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also play huge games of dodgeball - I'm playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-8375389381600251508?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/8375389381600251508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=8375389381600251508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8375389381600251508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8375389381600251508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R87DJpqIKpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q5GCZBHDhcw/s72-c/Bedford+L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-7144426483883647026</id><published>2008-03-03T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:10:36.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day and I'm homesick and I want to go home, as in Toronto, not NY home. Uhhh, I hate days like this. Work was hell, life was hell, I'm tired, I still need 1 more day to recuperate from the weekend and I think my eating disorder is back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need like 3 days back home and I'll be ripe and ready to come back but unfortunately I can't go home until July for a wedding...sooo far away!! More reason for everyone to come visit me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7144426483883647026?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7144426483883647026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7144426483883647026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7144426483883647026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7144426483883647026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/03/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-9178832100843198335</id><published>2008-02-27T11:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:36:44.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick-Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is kind of kick-ass!!! Oh the Chucks. I love my army booty ones!! Converse is celebrating their first century of existence!!! Happy Birthday Chuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R8WQwmFUwUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hIKMBxd3AfI/s1600-h/Converse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R8WQwmFUwUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hIKMBxd3AfI/s320/Converse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171698911635882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R8WQqGFUwTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uX5dzhLfl80/s1600-h/Converse+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R8WQqGFUwTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uX5dzhLfl80/s320/Converse+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171698799966732594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I am finally moving, to a loft in Williamsburg, to those who don't know, this is the hipster mecca/hell of the world. Try Parkdale/Queen West West x 1000!!! But, it's cool, and fun, and close to the city with tons and tons of stuff to do. Can't wait for summer and McCarren Park pool parties!!!!!!!! Can't wait for my first summer here in general!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-9178832100843198335?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/9178832100843198335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=9178832100843198335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/9178832100843198335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/9178832100843198335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/02/kick-ass.html' title='Kick-Ass'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R8WQwmFUwUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hIKMBxd3AfI/s72-c/Converse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-961681115765533079</id><published>2008-02-22T12:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:56:59.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>There's an actual, real snowstorm in NYC today, finally!!! Too bad the snow has about a 2 second life span of staying white here but when I did wake up, it was tres beautiful. Ironically I finally bought my Hunter rain/winter boots yesterday unknowing of the weather today. Sometimes, it all works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back from San Francisco which is a beautiful city and CLEAN unlike the grime and grossness of NYC. I didn't get to see much of it b/c of work but loved what I saw, especially the weather. Not too hot, not too cold. Had my first red-eye flight experience on Wednesday night, flew into JFK at 5:45 am...totally sucked balls but I did get a row to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I have decided I hate all financial institutions in the U.S. I have had issues since day 1 and they still continue. I miss Canada and their customer service! I miss Canada and their healthcare. Sometimes I miss it all, today is one of those day but at least I have snow to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, walking home from the grocery store, I saw a bike, that looked exactly like my original bike in T.O. but in wayy better condition. I waited around outside for like 10 minutes b/c I wanted to see the owner to see if I could buy but nobody came out. It would fit me too, that's the hard part, I'm too short to ride most bikes. Oh the love of my life may be back. I would be tres, tres happy to toot around BK on this thing. I want, I must have again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R78Mu2FUwRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wCIH5jVHX9A/s1600-h/n518407886_426552_4845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R78Mu2FUwRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wCIH5jVHX9A/s320/n518407886_426552_4845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169864896175980818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R78Mp2FUwQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GCCwSupIQzo/s1600-h/n518407886_426553_3792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R78Mp2FUwQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GCCwSupIQzo/s320/n518407886_426553_3792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169864810276634882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-961681115765533079?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/961681115765533079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=961681115765533079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/961681115765533079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/961681115765533079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R78Mu2FUwRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wCIH5jVHX9A/s72-c/n518407886_426552_4845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-8919220510549031862</id><published>2008-02-12T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:07:01.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenpoint</title><content type='html'>FYI: didn't get the loft in Greenpoint, still waiting to hear about the 2 bedroom, I was the first person they met so they're holding an open house  tonight to see if anyone's better I guess. So weird, how does someone decide if they can live with you in the 10 minutes they meet you and how do they choose you over the other 20 people they've met? Roommate searching is hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-8919220510549031862?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/8919220510549031862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=8919220510549031862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8919220510549031862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8919220510549031862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-hitpr-kind-not-mafia-kind.html' title='Greenpoint'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-5024441684321840315</id><published>2008-02-10T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:20:41.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile but I guess it's true, when I'm happy, I have less to rant and rave about. So I've decided something, I'm over the fashion week party thing. I went to a couple of those open bar party ones...all ho hum!!! All over-rated, all blah. Oh well, at least I went and I conquered. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my apartment hunt maybe coming to a close. After seeing numerous BAD places, answering soo many ads, I've seen 2 great possibilities in Greenpoint...just outside the Burg. Roommate hunting in this city is so weir, it's like a dating service!! Sooo weird. Anyways, it's between a super-cute 2 bedroom with 1 female roommate and a uber-cool industrial loft with 2 male roommates. I only met 1 but he was super dope!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck on getting one or the other or even both so that I get the choice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5024441684321840315?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5024441684321840315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5024441684321840315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5024441684321840315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5024441684321840315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-4403193281184609015</id><published>2008-01-31T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:10:46.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Love to Shop</title><content type='html'>So there is so much to buy and so little money that I have so I've decided to find new and creative ways to make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2008/01/24/wdwarf124.xml"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2008/01/24/wdwarf124.xml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's like the best story EVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-4403193281184609015?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/4403193281184609015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=4403193281184609015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4403193281184609015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4403193281184609015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/because-i-love-to-shop.html' title='Because I Love to Shop'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-5623332310003740092</id><published>2008-01-29T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:31:46.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Newbie Sucks</title><content type='html'>So Fashion Week in NY is upon us and there are sooo many parties to attend but unfortunately, I am VERY NEW to this city, as in like 3 weeks and I still don't have too many hook ups. Actually I have a MAJOR hook up but sometimes people don't want to help so oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, my lovely Aiko has put me on the list for the party on Sunday which will be totally dope and which NY Mag has deemed as one of  "the" parties to be at this week. She is also getting me into the Karen Walker fashion show, if I can only just squeeze out of work b/c this is a MUST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2008/01/party_guide.html"&gt;http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2008/01/party_guide.html &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party that I would give my right arm to attend...Alexander Wang after-party at the Annex. Party I would give my right arm to attend...Chloe Sevigny/Opening Ceremony's at Webster Hall. I'm thinking I may chat up my buds at the story the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/collections/F2008RTW/preview"&gt;http://www.style.com/fashionshows/collections/F2008RTW/preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have contacted everyone I think can help and hopefully things will pan out. Being new sucks!!! Well at least I can use this opportunity to network my PR ass off!! Now the hard part...deciding what to wear to all these fashionable parties!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know you were all wishing you were here with me watching the city fill up with 5'10" amazonian, gorgeous models!!!!! xoxoxoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5623332310003740092?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5623332310003740092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5623332310003740092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5623332310003740092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5623332310003740092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/being-newbie-sucks.html' title='Being a Newbie Sucks'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-6094397578355559627</id><published>2008-01-28T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:17:25.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Want to Gauge My Eye Out</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else here know how it feels to call about 40 journalists in about 4 hours and have 99% of them tell you that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) they're on a deadline and can't talk (which I'm sure is true)&lt;br /&gt;b) they're not interested even though I haven't even told them what&lt;br /&gt;c) to email them which I already did&lt;br /&gt;d) hang up as soon as I say public relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, I'm just trying to do my job just like they are trying to do theirs. Actually, I am trying to HELP them do theirs by giving them a story idea in their beat!! GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, new found love, I had to change since my Barney's boots have yet to go on sale. These are a beaut and they fit so well. I had a pair of riding boots in grade 9 that I wore with my kilt that I begged my parents to buy me...this is an homage to them. Um, I can't handle this place, everytime you finally buy something you want, you turn around and theres something new you want. I may eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and ramen the whole time I live here, beware I may lose weight but I'll look fine with all my new duds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R55F2a0vBFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RMMpztSUCw4/s1600-h/Paige+Boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R55F2a0vBFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RMMpztSUCw4/s320/Paige+Boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160639024228926546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-6094397578355559627?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/6094397578355559627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=6094397578355559627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6094397578355559627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6094397578355559627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-i-want-to-gauge-my-eye-out.html' title='Sometimes I Want to Gauge My Eye Out'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R55F2a0vBFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RMMpztSUCw4/s72-c/Paige+Boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-8695335754534703784</id><published>2008-01-27T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:36:47.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Realization?</title><content type='html'>So last night I was with a friend who had asked me a couple of days before if I had heard of this musician/harpist who's name escapes me right now. I asked last night why since I had no clue who she was. Her response, "because she's playing at my fashion show and it's some lame-ass hipster shit that I thought you'd like."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, is this true? Am I what I hate? I mean yes, I am a pretentious fuck. I do think all is lame and I do hate all parties, clubs and especially the way people dress but that's how I've been all my life. It has nothing to do with what is cool or in, I've always been a bitter, cynical, miserable bitch-that's part of my charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, I think I must go reassess my life and my values, including those I am attracted to. This is hard for me to believe right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note, go to Wikipedia and search Metric, this is my favourite Wikipedia entry ever for obviously reasons! Long live Emily!! I wish everyone were farmers and knew how to grow sweet potatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-8695335754534703784?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/8695335754534703784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=8695335754534703784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8695335754534703784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8695335754534703784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-realization.html' title='Self Realization?'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-3274521257177433153</id><published>2008-01-25T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:02:12.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Cliche</title><content type='html'>I just said one of the most retarded things I've ever said in my life as I was talking to my cousin about finding a hairdresser in New York as I've just cut 9" off my hair in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I rather have a hairdresser that does rockstar cuts as opposed to hipster cuts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a fine line Janet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so cheesey I want to gauge out my eye with my pen!! Um, I still need to find a winter coat, I've had one on hold at CM for like a week now but I keep thinking there's something better out there and I will not succumb to the Mackage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have found a wing-woman/girlfriend in this HUGE city so my NYE resolution is going to be fully in effect ASAP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have become an indecisive crazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have already sworn off alcohol twice since moving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tonsilitis cured without the need for antibiotics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have cooked, twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend, I know I will!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3274521257177433153?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3274521257177433153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3274521257177433153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3274521257177433153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3274521257177433153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-cliche.html' title='I&apos;m So Cliche'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2112195610407004708</id><published>2008-01-24T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:14:37.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Rumours</title><content type='html'>RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/23/police-provide-new-details-on-ledger-death/?ex=1201755600&amp;amp;en=4809d278d1767b7c&amp;amp;ei=5070&amp;amp;emc=eta1"&gt;http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/01/23/police-provide-new-details-on-ledger-death/?ex=1201755600&amp;amp;en=4809d278d1767b7c&amp;amp;ei=5070&amp;amp;emc=eta1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2112195610407004708?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2112195610407004708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2112195610407004708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2112195610407004708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2112195610407004708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-rumours.html' title='No More Rumours'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2492825484396741579</id><published>2008-01-23T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:04:59.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Moderation - Correction</title><content type='html'>So another story of another famous actor pass away due to a "suspected" overdose. Another so lost, another talented actor taken away from us too soon. When you have the whole world in your hands, I guess it's hard to fight all the evils, bad and poison in the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird how it keeps happening. For some reason every couple of years young Hollywood goes nuts, then something tragic happens, chills out for a bit, then goes nuts again. Guess Heath is the token for our generation, like River Phoenix was for the one before us. Hope all the others, especially the "IT" girls, Winehouse, et. al. will use this as a lesson.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't preach but let's practice moderation. Do what you want, when you want but realize the consequences and implications. All I have to say is poor Matilda and Michelle. He was born in 1979...my year. RIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2492825484396741579?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2492825484396741579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2492825484396741579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2492825484396741579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2492825484396741579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/practice-moderation.html' title='Practice Moderation - Correction'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-66515494561217118</id><published>2008-01-22T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:40:50.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's All Make Ourselves Better</title><content type='html'>So instead of posting about the innane and superficial I have decided to post about something that I have cared about for a while now. It truly amazes me how many people still have not heard about Darfur even though the conflict has been going on since 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often touted as the world's largest humanitarian crisis of our generation and in the past year, I have met over 10 people who have never even heard of Darfur. If I would ask everyone, I'm sure that number would grow. What's surprising to me is that half of these 10 were in PR as I am and the whole point of PR is to know the news so this is absolutely astonishing to me. How does this happen? How can our generation be so self-consumed and uncaring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our generation is probably the most f*cked up and the most cynical (myself as a prime example) who have this sense of entitlement. Let's try to educate ourselves, just educating is making a difference because when you know, you teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my thought for the day, for once it's hopeful and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savedarfur.org/content?splash=yes"&gt;http://savedarfur.org/content?splash=yes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.darfurgenocide.org/"&gt;http://www.darfurgenocide.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darfur_conflict"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darfur_conflict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-66515494561217118?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/66515494561217118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=66515494561217118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/66515494561217118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/66515494561217118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-all-make-ourselves-better.html' title='Let&apos;s All Make Ourselves Better'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-7825599827665114068</id><published>2008-01-22T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:11:46.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Little Girl's Dream...Well At Least Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R5XrXynCMUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/960CAqvv4V4/s1600-h/00380f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R5XrXynCMUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/960CAqvv4V4/s320/00380f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158287742177784130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R5XrYCnCMVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d1uWAomYizs/s1600-h/ellecover__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R5XrYCnCMVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d1uWAomYizs/s320/ellecover__oPt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158287746472751442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chloe Sevigny, the role model and hipster goddess that every little girl in Williamsburg, Shore Ditch/Hackney and Queen West/Parkdale has been appointed the new "style advisor" of U.K. Elle. Um...what the fuck is a "style advisor?" Oh maybe that means that she really has no journalistic talent (besides doing an internship when she was like 17) so she can't really be an fashion editor or director, OR maybe Elle is just trying to market to a different demographic????&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too sure how I feel about this. I mean: she's pretty risky and unpredictable when it comes to her fashion choices, she did start off MAJOR trends but really? I mean they invented this job and would never have done so if she wasn't this famous "hipster it girl." Trust me, I love Chloe Sevigny, I think she's AHMAZING, seriously I do. I love her style, her choices, the fact that she was picked off the street for an internship, her knowledge of the history of fashion, the fact that she was a creative director for Imitation of Christ, etc. Guess I'm just bitter b/c it's not like they would ever invent a role for us common folk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, it could've been worse, they could've chosen dumbass Sienna Miller who 90% of the time has heinous fashion choices. Plus, Chloe's bro does own the most impossible places to get into in NY...Beatrice Inn...where all the hipsters go to be ironic, cool and high. All the hipsters in the world will be cheering their Red Stripes while wearing their jazz shoes and RayBans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kid, good for Elle, move in the right direction. Hopefully it'll pick up their lackluster (IMO) magazine!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7825599827665114068?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7825599827665114068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7825599827665114068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7825599827665114068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7825599827665114068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-chloe-sevigny-role-model-and-hipster.html' title='Every Little Girl&apos;s Dream...Well At Least Mine'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R5XrXynCMUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/960CAqvv4V4/s72-c/00380f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-6929875843641714581</id><published>2008-01-19T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:58:49.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is a Virtue</title><content type='html'>So as everyone knows, my love of shoes is unconditional. I mean I love bags, jeans, etc. but I REALLY love shoes. From the time I was a little tot, I would prance around in my mother's shoes dreaming of the day I could fit into them. I even used to watch Who's the Boss and Kids Inc. to see the shoes that Sam and Stacy were wearing. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE shoes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was my first real shopping day back in NY. Since I had first seen the flyer for the Opening Ceremony sale I have been talking about my black Acne pumps, the ones I've loved since my first trip to NY back on Canada Day long weekend in July. At that time they were $400 and I couldn't justify buying black pumps for that much so I said screw it. I went back to NY the next week and went back to the store, still no sale. I longingly fingered them but resisted the temptation. Skip ahead to Labour Day weekend, still no sale which I found odd since there was only a 5 left meaning obviously, no one fit into them. So instead I buy a pair of grey, rubber heels...don't ask. Skip forward even more to October when I first moved here, no sale still (this is about 3.5 months now) and then back in November, still no sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I get rudely deported and while I'm in T.O. I am dreaming about these shoes. So I figure, totally a spring/summer line gotta be onsale online. Check ShopBop, check Acne website, google search...nada. All I can find is a post that some girl did about them on her blog. So I was sad and mortified but getting over it and giving up after 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I get back into NY and the first thing I see is the flyer!! So talking to my cubical neighbour all week about these shoes b/c I had to wait to get paid on Friday, I finally go today to the store. Obviously thinking, NO SHOT will they be there still since they were the last pair of 5's I slowly go downstairs and lo and behold are my beautiful pumps. I slowly turn them upside down and yup, size 5 and yup on sale for $210. I run to the back, rip off my boots and prance around. 3 salespeople come up to me all saying, "you're soo luck you fit into those, everyone's been wanting them but they fit no one." I proceed to tell them about my journey for these shoes and they realize, wow, that's love and passion for shoes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the words of the cute salesperson, "Girl, you're going to KILL it in those!!" Laugh all you want but seriously, I may kill it in them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story, patience and persistence = GOOD, with both visa and with shoes!! This shows my passion, now if I could just harness that into more useful stuff...hmm!! Side note, everyone needs to visit Opening Ceremony, by far the best store in NY, very expensive but amazing!! Thanks CC for the referral back in July!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics to come as soon as I get my hands on a camera. FYI - this is the longest post thus far on my blog and it's about shoes...dear God that's a call for help!! Intervention or REHAB anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-6929875843641714581?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/6929875843641714581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=6929875843641714581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6929875843641714581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6929875843641714581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is a Virtue'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-8547305529374442001</id><published>2008-01-19T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:40:12.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Koreans, 1 Philipino and 1 Half Japanese</title><content type='html'>So last night was hilarious. After work I went to go meet my friend Aiko and her friend Mia for drinks. We started off at some random bar where the drinks were $2 for happy hour. We then moved onto Pianos, again and as always, it got packed with LAME ass people but we still obviously had fun as more people joined us. We then left Pianos with another friend of Mia's Vanessa and proceeded to Max Fish. This is where it starts to get interesting. We walk in and everyone literally stopped and stared at us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "What the fuck is everyone staring at?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanessa: "It's b/c we're Asian, the Asian fever is everywhere in NY."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Huh, I heard about this my cousin told me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia: "Well it's crazy nuts here, me and Vanessa usually get mobbed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiko: "Let's get the fuck out of here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we continue onto the Dark Room which to me is hilarious because I've been there so many times and have always thought it was called the Dark Horse because I rode a play horse in the corner (don't ask). We had hilarious laughs, stole drinks from the bartender and realized this was also lame and left to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we go to China One (remember the name b/c this will get ironic). While in the bathroom there are lame ass Jersey people in there so they start smoking and so do we. While one tries to converse with me I kind of brush him off and his friend proceeds to say, "fuck it dude, fuck this SEAWEED!!" So Mia asks, "what the fuck did you just say?" He tries to cover it up saying he said "wee wee." Oh okay, so we leave being mature rather than causing more shit. Outside we start pissing our pants because we got called an asian slur at China One. Plus, none of has ever been called a seaweed!! So then we proceeded to list off all the asian slurs we've been called:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chink, Gook, Nip, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flat nosed chink &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slanty eyes, constantly being asked if we can see or other references to eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random people coming up to us saying Lay Ho Ma (or however you spell it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And others that I can't remember, Vanessa had good ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Funny thing is, growing up in Bolton/Castlemore/Woodbridge area I had heard these slurs very often but haven't had someone call me anything in a very long time, as in years. Their response, welcome to New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this was the events of a night out in NY with 4 asians. What a dichotomy, you have the asian fever then you have the racial slurs. Although I would never count people from Jersey to really be from New York , they're like what do you say...905ers?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly hilarious and fun. Off to shop!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-8547305529374442001?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/8547305529374442001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=8547305529374442001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8547305529374442001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/8547305529374442001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-koreans-1-philipino-and-1-half.html' title='2 Koreans, 1 Philipino and 1 Half Japanese'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-5293409351284521048</id><published>2008-01-17T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:16:09.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heinous...</title><content type='html'>So I've decided I HATE Cashmere Mafia, what crap television. Charachters - stupid, plot line - stupid, all stupid stupid stupid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow = 2 pay cheques = SHOPPING!!! Checking out my fav. vintage stores then going up to Barney's (le sigh) to see if  my boots (check 1st page of blog archives) are on sale yet. Then probably crazy Japanese tapas on St. Marks b/c I love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory sample sale on Monday...good work clothes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch cost me $13.46 today ... fuck, shit, balls!! It's okay b/c besides shopping, probably chilling this weekend, still must detox from T.O. ironically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Janet, Life is Good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5293409351284521048?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5293409351284521048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5293409351284521048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5293409351284521048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5293409351284521048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/heinous.html' title='Heinous...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2647925725432900584</id><published>2008-01-15T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:20:21.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good...finally...</title><content type='html'>So today was my first day in the office after working for about 2 months from home. It was awesome, my boss and colleagues are hilarious and awesome, plus there's a company dog and that was the real reason I accepted the position. His name is Charlie and I love him. I will be busy though, media, media, media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being back even though I have yet to do anything really. Yesterday went to my friend's in East Village and watched a bad movie b/c that's our "thing," to watch really shitty movies...not my choice but his. Nice and chilled and a great way to spend my first day/night back in NYC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion week is upon us, hopefully in the next 2 weeks I will meet and receive MASSIVE hookups...haha, not likely and there are also SOOO many shows coming up and I've decided to go to all even if I have no one to go with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for roommates on craigslist, so damn competitive here. It's like writing an essay for university applications or something. I wanted to live in East Village or LES but that's not likely due to economic restraints so now looking at the sooo cliche Willyburg (shut up to all who want to  make sarcastic comment about me and my likes). At least it'll be safe and I won't have to travel far for parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is as lovely and peaceful as I am!! Love the fact that I got a break, love even more the fact that I made it through 2007 and beyond!! LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night from NYC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2647925725432900584?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2647925725432900584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2647925725432900584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2647925725432900584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2647925725432900584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-goodfinally.html' title='Life is good...finally...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2785640815578709146</id><published>2008-01-13T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:03:50.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to NYC</title><content type='html'>So I'm back to NYC, was way easier than I thought. I ended up doing wayyy too much this weekend. Friday was a gong show with Deanne, Saturday was Luisa's birthday and another gong show. I ended up going to bed on Saturday night at 3:30, woke up at 6:00 am to catch my flight at 8:00 am. Landed in Ottawa from TO at 9:00 am figuring immigration would take hours but it took 30 minutes and so I was out by 9:30 with nothing to do until my 2:25 pm flight. But I'm back, and safe, with a visa and totally 100% legal. First thing I said to my cousin when I was unpacking (for like the 5th time in 4 months) was, "yes, so I wanted to do this right? I wanted to come back, I can do this." Guess I got really comfortable being back home with all my friends and family. Now I'm back to having very little friends, working PR in cut-throat PR market for probably close to 10 hours a day but I'm strong and I have faith!!! I wanted this, I NEEDED this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2008 is sooooo kick-ass so far!!! I got rid of some poison, got back into New York and am ready to start my new life!!! This is going to be a good year, I can feel it. Me and Michelle have our New Years resolution in place and she's going to get er done in TO while I get er done in NY!! My 2 months in TO was the craziest bender and is more or less all a blur so I'm happy to be taking a break, a well-deserved break from the madness!! My first HUGE snow storm in NY is tomorrow, I seriously bring shitty weather with me wherever I go. Think it'll be a hoot to see the city blanketed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this photo, probably the real reason I wanted to move to NY, the goddamn shopping!! Maybe I can FINALLY pick up my ACNE pumps that I've been waiting to go on sale since July, they are truly lovely and beautiful. Don't be jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R4reISnCMNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/C9RZ2X5B3Wc/s1600-h/849_head_opening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R4reISnCMNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/C9RZ2X5B3Wc/s320/849_head_opening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155176957494833362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2785640815578709146?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2785640815578709146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2785640815578709146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2785640815578709146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2785640815578709146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-nyc.html' title='Back to NYC'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R4reISnCMNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/C9RZ2X5B3Wc/s72-c/849_head_opening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-5648862550261544342</id><published>2008-01-11T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:45:33.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gawker</title><content type='html'>I cannot DEAL with gawker.com I seriously piss my pants laughing everyday and anxiously refresh my page with new updates. It makes me die and that's the kind of writing I want to do. Not anything deep or meaningful, just witty, sarcastic and humourous. Me loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd fav...the sartorialist. Honestly the pictures this guy captures are beautiful to me. Not really anything deep, just fashion and style which to me is deep and meaningful (whatever all you haters, to each their own). Everyone on there is chic, sophisticated and oh so stylish, he never gets it wrong, ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-5648862550261544342?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/5648862550261544342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=5648862550261544342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5648862550261544342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/5648862550261544342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/gawker.html' title='Gawker'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-7558896868056869291</id><published>2008-01-08T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:23:08.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, even though I don't really like her, this pic is near perfection. Doesn't get a 10/10 because I definitely wouldn't have put those shoes with that dress. Oh Lanvin, Lanvin, oh how I dream to wear you against my skin one day. One day it'll happen, one day. This is what I chant every night in my sleep along with Dior, Stella and Balenciaga!! A girl can dream can't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R4PpRSnCMLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J4GDEbtXwMU/s1600-h/katie_holmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R4PpRSnCMLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J4GDEbtXwMU/s320/katie_holmes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153218881904586930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7558896868056869291?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7558896868056869291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7558896868056869291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7558896868056869291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7558896868056869291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-even-though-i-dont-really-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R4PpRSnCMLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J4GDEbtXwMU/s72-c/katie_holmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-7440883526461217349</id><published>2008-01-08T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:57:28.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And life goes on</title><content type='html'>************** MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT *****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Little One, Ms. Park, Ms. Janet, Ms. J has officially received her working visa. So step 1 is complete, step 2 is the hard part, getting across the damn border!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Flight is going to be booked for Sunday or Monday, wish me luck ya'll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may just be my damn break I was hoping for!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7440883526461217349?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7440883526461217349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7440883526461217349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7440883526461217349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7440883526461217349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-life-goes-on.html' title='And life goes on'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-3741771744913559627</id><published>2008-01-07T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:51:04.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's value the art of writing...</title><content type='html'>GOLDEN GLOBES CANCELLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Globe Awards organizers plan to abandon the televised formal ceremony this Sunday and replace it with a press-conference announcement of the winners, according to reports Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drastic movie is in response to the Screen Actors Guild announcement that its members would not cross picket lines by the Writers Guild of America, effectively leaving the show without any stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people have been out of work since November 6, 2007, just over 2 months. Honestly, all they want is what they justly deserve. The arts have always been under-appreciated (I like to hyphen words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we won't get any red carpet viewings. I was looking forward to seeing Angie and Brad sans le babies!! God, a girl can't get anything these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-3741771744913559627?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/3741771744913559627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=3741771744913559627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3741771744913559627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/3741771744913559627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-value-art-of-writing.html' title='Let&apos;s value the art of writing...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2306755512543855712</id><published>2008-01-07T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:57:56.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how time has passed...</title><content type='html'>So one of my newest and bestest guy friends is back from his too long winter vacation in Florida. Weird because I was in New York for like 6 weeks but I missed him more in the 1.5 weeks he was gone...must've been the holiday season or maybe b/c I had more to preoccupy my time with in my fair city!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since he's been gone, new hair cut, new outlook on life, new everything! Yeah to being back, yeah to us partying again, yeah to us re-visiting the black hole!!! Oh yeah, and yeah to us having 2008 the year of the prowl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will be a funday, we'll relive NYE since mine was so heinous!!! Welcome back buddy!!! FYI: you'll love my hair in person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2306755512543855712?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2306755512543855712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2306755512543855712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2306755512543855712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2306755512543855712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-how-time-has-passed.html' title='Oh how time has passed...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2828269290438696521</id><published>2008-01-07T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:39:21.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone but Me</title><content type='html'>Um, I feel the urgency and the need to go back to school, to grad school. I feel as though EVERYONE has a goddamn Masters but me, I'm behind, someone help me ASAP!! I know, I know, not everyone has a Masters and I shouldn't compare myself but I feel as though I need and also desperately want. Hmmm, I really must consider this ASAP!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn NYU and they're $25,000 a year tuition!!! NYU ruined everything for me this year!!! Just joking but not really. If I don't go back to NYC this is one of my top 3 things to do next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2828269290438696521?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2828269290438696521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2828269290438696521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2828269290438696521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2828269290438696521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/everyone-but-me.html' title='Everyone but Me'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-7664727918877552964</id><published>2008-01-07T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:33:19.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gawker has My &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I love this website more than I love NY itself or my life and anything/one in it. Sorry, confused as to how to post links so just copy and paste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So funny due to the irony this plays with myself. &lt;br /&gt;http://gawker.com/5002000/can-career-girls-be-anything-other-than-magazine-editors-please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hilarious, just plain hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;http://gawker.com/5002012/the-last-man-on-the-lower-east-side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALERT: I KNOW EVERYONE JUST CARES BUT I CAN'T DEAL WITH CONSTANTLY BEING ASKED ABOUT 5X A DAY. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR CONCERN BUT PLEASE DO NOT ASK ME WHEN I AM LEAVING, OR IF I AM LEAVING, OR HOW I AM LEAVING. IF I LEAVE YOU WILL KNOW BECAUSE YOU WILL NO LONGER SEE ME. I WON'T EVEN TELL ANYONE I'M LEAVING I'LL JUST VANISH. IF I CAN'T LEAVE YOU WILL KNOW BECAUSE I WILL STILL BE HERE SO PLEASE, EVERYONE STOP ASKING ME. IT GIVES ME ANXIETY AND HEARTBURN AND INSOMNIA SO STOP, PLEASE I'M BEGGING FOR MY OWN SANITY, STOP ASKING!!!! TRUST ME IF THERE IS NEWS, YOU WILL KNOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7664727918877552964?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7664727918877552964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7664727918877552964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7664727918877552964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7664727918877552964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/gawker-has-my-3.html' title='Gawker has My &lt;3'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-2089268967775450138</id><published>2008-01-02T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:34:59.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over it?</title><content type='html'>I don't know, I may just be trying to psyche myself out but I feel like I'm over going back to NYC or anywhere for that matter. I mean if I get to go back ... woo hoo, but if I don't, I don't know how much I care anymore. It's been such a rough ride, I'm tired and feel comfortable now. Problem is the job hunt in T.O. sucks ass, especially for my field...hmmm. London's still on my mind but even that...maybe I'm not supposed to move and this was my sign??!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know anything anymore. T.O.'s a bore, NY is a pain, London is expensive and far, I don't know if I even want to do PR anymore...God, indecisiveness is a bitch!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know...I need a vacation on a beach with nothing to do but sleep, swim, tan and drink. I know I love my hair. I know that I am so done with someone it's not even funny. I know I need a home and I know that I need to be settled, ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2089268967775450138?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2089268967775450138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2089268967775450138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2089268967775450138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2089268967775450138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2008/01/over-it.html' title='Over it?'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-9020797419490939190</id><published>2007-12-31T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:14:57.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance</title><content type='html'>Checklist on how to make Janet's 2008 better than 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New look (check, with my new haircut)&lt;br /&gt;2. New job (check, either with NY or TO or UK)&lt;br /&gt;3. No more dwelling on the past (what's done is done)&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting over people (so over it that its burnt to a damn crisp)&lt;br /&gt;5. Meeting new, lovely boys (god, NY resolution)&lt;br /&gt;6. Learning that the only person I need to prove anything to is myself (still working on that on)&lt;br /&gt;7. Paying off some debt (let's pray for this one)&lt;br /&gt;8. Re-inventing my faith&lt;br /&gt;9. Stop thinking everyone is STUPID and ANNOYING&lt;br /&gt;10. Learning to actually let my feelings out (without the consumption of alcohol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some items will be easier than others, while some are damn near impossible (ie. # 7-10) but I will try. I am happy 2007 is over since it was officially the worst year of my 28 years and am truly excited to start fresh with all new opportunities. As I inch closer to 30, I am no longer scared but happy that I am leaving my 20's behind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-9020797419490939190?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/9020797419490939190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=9020797419490939190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/9020797419490939190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/9020797419490939190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2007/12/insurance.html' title='Insurance'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-7061414377909208192</id><published>2007-12-28T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T18:34:32.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Life Goes On...</title><content type='html'>So, Christmas is over and even though I didn't feel like celebrating it, it was fine. Spent time with my family and friends and got to play the new Rock Band which is about 100x better than Guitar Hero. I also got to watch my aunts, uncles and parents play Wii which was awesome!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partied with good friends, drank too much, ate too much, definitely didn't sleep enough and am still working!!! I never got to see one of my friends that was here from New York but I'm okay with that b/c I'm going back (seriously) very soon and something very, very bad happened to a girlfriend of mine so we vented all night on wed. that turned into thurs. but was fun and I love her and she is always good times. I feel her pain but know it'll all work out!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going out with lovely Jessica tonight for some good times!!! I'm feeling better about my life now...yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-7061414377909208192?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/7061414377909208192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=7061414377909208192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7061414377909208192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/7061414377909208192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-life-goes-on.html' title='And Life Goes On...'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-4888500015202132869</id><published>2007-12-21T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:37:35.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This What I've Become?</title><content type='html'>So I have come to the conclusion that I am 100% addicted to the internet, email, blackberry, etc. I check my emails at least twice every 10 minutes refreshing the page, when away from a computer I have them bounce to my blackberry, I check my work emails at midnight and tried to hook that up to my blackberry (without being asked to) but have to wait until I get into the NY office. Even when lying on a beach in Mexico, I think constantly of checking my emails and work emails to see what's going on. Thank God for blackberrys!! This video made me laugh because I wonder what I would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zroOj3RvNM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zroOj3RvNM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-4888500015202132869?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/4888500015202132869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=4888500015202132869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4888500015202132869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/4888500015202132869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-this-what-ive-become.html' title='Is This What I&apos;ve Become?'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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-1178228538165712684.post-6957936159512507037</id><published>2007-12-19T13:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:34:49.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to La Dolce Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R2lkEluz07I/AAAAAAAAAFE/-0UD25gfJLA/s1600-h/Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R2lkEluz07I/AAAAAAAAAFE/-0UD25gfJLA/s320/Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145754079258203058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not saying my life is beautiful, I'm saying goodbye and farewell to my Dolce Vita booties. Somehow I broke the heel last night (look at how thick and huge so no clue). I also don't have the heel since I didn't realize until I got out of the cab that it was broken!! This sucks large considering that they were expensive and I've literally worn them about 10 times due to the crazy pain they give me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, someone out there loves me...actual Joel loves me. The wonderful customer service rep is sending me a new pair as soon as I return my broken ones. The ironic part is...if I was in NY I could just GO to the store to return them...goddamn immigration!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a goodbye to the original pair and a HELLO to the brand spanking new pair. Now if only I could get a cleaned up version of my vintage YSLs. (Sorry, I like to talk about them at all times.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-6957936159512507037?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/6957936159512507037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=6957936159512507037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6957936159512507037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/6957936159512507037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2007/12/ode-to-la-dolce-vita.html' title='An Ode to La Dolce Vita'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_748fE8SMgm4/R2lkEluz07I/AAAAAAAAAFE/-0UD25gfJLA/s72-c/Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178228538165712684.post-2861765504563881168</id><published>2007-12-17T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:13:23.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A date has been predicted</title><content type='html'>I know I had a date set before, um, yeah that was December 8th but now I have an end in sight. New date and hopefully the last. This is January 10/11 if not sooner!! So I will either be long gone to my love of NY or I will be stuck here with no more NY options processing my work/holiday visa to London. Happy that I have an end in sight. First feeling of happiness in awhile. Whether it works out or not at least there's an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great today, not sure why but most likely because I have a date to be "attempting" to go back to NYC!!! I have faith that this will all work out. I was upset and angry last night because I get moody sometimes (always) and now I'm excited about my bright future and my job and could care less about anything else. I think I may be bi-polar, my brother diagnose this when I was very young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah to me possibly being back in my fair city by the first week of January!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of Buddha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178228538165712684-2861765504563881168?l=thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/feeds/2861765504563881168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178228538165712684&amp;postID=2861765504563881168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2861765504563881168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178228538165712684/posts/default/2861765504563881168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecuretomyverboseness.blogspot.com/2007/12/date-has-been-predicted.html' title='A date has been predicted'/><author><name>little one</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824742947594026695</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>
