<?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-6277373</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:01:27.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a.broadband</title><subtitle type='html'>You think you know, but you have no idea....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109698372926725726</id><published>2004-10-05T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T09:42:09.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ode to idiotsSometimes you realize that the population of idiots in the word (and I use that term loosely to encompass a wide range of moronic activity) is larger than one might expect. Here is my list of today's greatest idiots:Vince Carter He's arrogant and selfish. Toronto has no love for this one-season-wonder, who thinks that he's worth more than he really is. If this is truly for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109698372926725726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109698372926725726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698372926725726' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109630453247061351</id><published>2004-09-27T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:03:52.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's in an idea?So recently I've been pondering a variety of business ventures (for myself), as I figure that it only takes one good idea to take off and make you a legend in your own right (haha). So I've had various ideas over the months, some very mundane and low investment, others very innovative but more pricey to start up. I've dabbled in the idea of writing a few business plans to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109630453247061351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109630453247061351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109630453247061351' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109521415163160177</id><published>2004-09-14T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:09:11.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dangers of blogging...just when we thought we'd found a 'safe' outlet, check out what happened to this lady. Like whoa! Although I think its rather unfair, it may be time to keep blogging time @ home time.[Courtesy of my friend and super sleuth, Mel A.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109521415163160177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109521415163160177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109521415163160177' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109416963908593633</id><published>2004-09-02T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:00:39.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>laugther is the best medicine!For everything...being upset, sad, stressed, frustrated...laughter is the best medicine! I wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone who makes me laugh (even when I'm really resistant to do so)...and especially to one special someone, who makes me laugh everyday - just wanted to say thanks, you rock!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109416963908593633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109416963908593633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109416963908593633' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109353084307996565</id><published>2004-08-26T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:44:06.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>changing worldYesterday's events in front of Union Station were quite scary...it really did (as many people mentioned) feel like something outta a movie. I didn't take the subway yesterday, but for the many that walked into the scene on Front Street (or those who were stuck inside a crowded station with no place to go, and no idea what was happening) it must have been frightening. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109353084307996565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109353084307996565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353084307996565' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109205694701811005</id><published>2004-08-09T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T09:20:14.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>taste of summerWhat a fun summer weekend! We've had very few warm (and mainly sunny) weekends this summer, so this was a goodie! Friday night we went to a wedding reception for ED's high school friend...met some of ED's high school buddies, and got to watch magic trix at our table (playing cards...what a great idea for the bombeniere (sp?)). Saturday, after a morning of pseudo car cleaning, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109205694701811005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109205694701811005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109205694701811005' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109101997091771506</id><published>2004-07-28T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T09:30:40.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>faith Every so often you'll get an email, letter, forward that makes you think...this one is goodv (a little long, but good), so I thought I'd share: God: Hello. Did you call me? MBA: Called you? No... Who is this? God: This is God. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat. MBA: I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something…………  God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109101997091771506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109101997091771506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109101997091771506' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109087346075663963</id><published>2004-07-26T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:25:21.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>purple fever! Ok, this is an exciting topic...cause as you may (or may not) know...I (heart) purple! So check this out, purple is back (and IS definitely the new taupe...haha). In keeping with the purple theme, the (weird squiggly thing) artist formerly known as Prince is gonna be performing in T.O. over the next few days. Although I'm not going (boo me), I have heard that all concert go-ers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109087346075663963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109087346075663963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109087346075663963' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109035378932783488</id><published>2004-07-20T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T16:05:05.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rain rain go away...don't bother coming another day...   What is up with the weather in this city...its been raining ALL summer (well practically, minus 4 days where I got to wear a sun dress, and one day when I needed a hat). The summer has been sticky and muggy (not sunny and hot), and it rains every other day (I miss not turning on the sprinkler). Not to mention, I personally am not a huge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109035378932783488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109035378932783488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109035378932783488' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-109032995022817288</id><published>2004-07-20T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T09:45:33.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cause i am a material girl!   Madonna rocks! Sunday night we (Sangle, Nuts, My friend (you know), ED, Jr. ED and I) went to see 'the material girl' herself in concert. The ACC was a bustle, and when we reached at 8pm the doors were just opening. We got up to our seats in the 300 level (oooh, high) - but our view was fantastic (full stage view). The show was phenomenal. I know a lot of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109032995022817288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/109032995022817288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109032995022817288' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108983319551362979</id><published>2004-07-14T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:26:35.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah right!First I'd like to congratulate Mel and her new found happiness, as she returned from her honeymoon with her one and only (yes, this link is worth clicking on :)Here's another interesting link courtesy of Absolut. Here are the instructions: 1. Skip Intro 2. Click Campaigns (at the bottom)3. Click "Absolut Mulit" under More Campaigns on the right hand side.4. Play Movie5. Laugh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108983319551362979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108983319551362979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108983319551362979' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108981697004435511</id><published>2004-07-14T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T10:56:10.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>psychological correlation?The word correlation makes me *shudder*...predominantly because it brings back visions of Professor Bling (who else wears a gangsta sized gold "Pi" symbol around their neck) teaching us applied statistics. This was last summer, when I remember sitting in a hot, stuffy classroom on Wednesday afternoons listening to the 49 permutations of correlation type problems (and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108981697004435511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108981697004435511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981697004435511' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108921382479053413</id><published>2004-07-07T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T11:23:44.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why so?I'm not entirely sure why articles/studies like this are written/conducted, but I figure it is either: a. another attempt to amplify societal break-up, and family dysfunctionb. is a big enough issue that its worth writing aboutNot to say I didn't read it (had a SATC kinda flare to it)...but kinda sad to think that this is what such a large majority of people have come to think of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108921382479053413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108921382479053413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108921382479053413' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108870428763833772</id><published>2004-07-01T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T13:51:27.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy canada day!Happy Canada Day folks! I hope you have a fantabulous day...whatever it is you may be doing. I am spending my holiday at work (yes, I know it sux) but I there was a lot to do, and since it was a Thursday (and I had no real plans) I thought why not?! With the upcoming wedding frenzy this weekend I figured having the Monday off (which I do get) should be great...always nice to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108870428763833772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108870428763833772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870428763833772' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108810174930188070</id><published>2004-06-24T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T14:29:09.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo thatSo after numerous complaints, maintenance decided to 'take care' of the birds. We didn't realize that meant taking away their lives...so sad...they killed the birds *shudder*AND I have a cold in the first official week of summer...in Toronto (for you foreign people) we get approximately one week of summer...this is it, its here...and I have a "cold"...what the #$%&amp; is that about...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108810174930188070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108810174930188070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108810174930188070' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108740540925136318</id><published>2004-06-16T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T13:03:29.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bet your bottom dollarI think I eat too much chocolate. The government should run campaigns to help people stop eating chocolate. The surgeon general (or maybe the guy who owns 7-11) should put a warning on the label of all chocolate bars:"Chocolate is addictive and can be hazardous to your health. Chocolate has been proven to be the leading cause of jitters, sugar-highs, fat hips, and empty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108740540925136318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108740540925136318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740540925136318' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108731242377680711</id><published>2004-06-15T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T11:13:43.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PartnersWell I'm sitting at my desk staring at the Microsoft Partner University certificates I just got (they make it sound so grande, but calling it "university")...so partners (which is apparently the relationship between Softchoice and Microsoft) kinda sets the tone for the blog thought process...Long overdue, I want to congratulate the newlyweds, JP and Bindi as they begin their lives </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108731242377680711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108731242377680711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731242377680711' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108678641074947960</id><published>2004-06-09T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T09:06:50.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When You Say Nothing At AllIt's amazingHow you can speakRight to my heartWithout saying a word,You can light up the darkTry as I mayI could never explainWhat I hear whenYou don't say a thing[CHORUS:]The smile on your faceLets me knowThat you need meThere's a truthIn your eyesSaying you'll never leave meThe touch of your hand saysYou'll catch meWhenever I fallYou say it best</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108678641074947960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108678641074947960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678641074947960' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108559201360773111</id><published>2004-05-26T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:20:13.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>resurfacingI've been on a blogging hiatus...mainly 'cause work is pretty busy, and after work I have no inclination to turn on my computer! Well last weekend (we're doing the way back play back) we went out for dinner for Shilpa's birthday at the Porticello. It was an "interesting" dining experience. In a rather empty establishment, we ended up with the sole 'pasta natzi' (a little something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108559201360773111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108559201360773111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108559201360773111' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108438637122455263</id><published>2004-05-12T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:26:11.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weekends were made for fun!I know its Wednesday, so talk of last weekend seems so long ago...but it was a goodie! Friday night I actually spent with the family, watching a little tele, and I went to bed fairly early 'cause I was exhausted (yes, still getting accustomed to a full working week ;) Saturday morning we got ready and took my mom out for an early mother's day surprise. We got caught </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108438637122455263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108438637122455263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108438637122455263' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108394732365108156</id><published>2004-05-07T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T12:38:41.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a little introspection...So I'm a little over a month into my new job, and I wonder what it means that I have an entire desk drawer here (and I only have 3) dedicated to the storage of food. I have moved all my files onto my desk, so that I have more room for food (mainly snacks, non-perishable food items, soda cans, etc...) I actually went to Dominion and did a little grocery shopping for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108394732365108156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108394732365108156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394732365108156' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108376812619815878</id><published>2004-05-05T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:48:42.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sunflowers!Just in time for spring, some fresh sunflowers...thought I'd be a little inspired by one of thee primo mentors to the art world (Van Gogh). I remember when I had to speed read A Lust for Life before my Claude Watson interview...I was a 13 year old with a hunger for inspiration...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108376812619815878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108376812619815878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108376812619815878' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108318584585493877</id><published>2004-04-28T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T17:01:41.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good to greatAn excerpt from the book by Jim Collins:"Good is the enemy of great. And that is one of the key reasons why we have so little that becomes great. We don't have great schools, principally because we have good schools. We don't have great government, principally because we have good government. Few people attain great lives, in large part because it is just so easy to settle for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108318584585493877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108318584585493877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318584585493877' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108307841088189714</id><published>2004-04-27T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T11:18:52.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moo-wee-zzzWas a rather relaxing weekend, and although we got sporatic bursts of bad weather, it was still fun! Friday night went to ED's home theatre (which I might add was spotless) and watched American Wedding. I'd never seen it before, and aside from that truffle-poo scene (which made me gag), it was quite funny. Saturday morning I went to a wedding with the 'rents, and realized that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108307841088189714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108307841088189714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307841088189714' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108266004475821053</id><published>2004-04-22T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:00:52.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>identity?I'm diggin' this new 'look n' feel' of this page (even though its just ripped from ED's discarded re-imaging)...but I'm luvin' it (Justin stylez)...and you gotta admit, mickey is uber cute!!!An interesting tidbit I came across, which I thought made a good point:The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't look forward in life until you let go of your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108266004475821053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108266004475821053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108266004475821053' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108265190943709814</id><published>2004-04-22T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:42:36.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geez...I just lost an entire post due to a timed out session (when will I ever learn?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108265190943709814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108265190943709814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265190943709814' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108212358822422290</id><published>2004-04-16T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T09:57:07.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>muncher?my blog page is eating itself (seriously)...what the hell is that about?!?!?! posts are disappearing, template changes are disappearing...oddness monzie (hahaha, remember that car ride to the O.T....not O.C - for you uber west-coast peeps...hahaha)anyhoo, what a bummer last night...kwame lost on the apprentice. I really like Kwame (maybe I'm biased to the MBA thang *haha*), but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108212358822422290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108212358822422290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212358822422290' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108196445196407599</id><published>2004-04-14T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T13:48:26.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>take me to the water......its [almost] summertime summertime (damn, that used to be one of my fav songs...i gotta get the CD again)! My blogging hiatus was ode predominantly to the long weekend (which was FUN!), this new job, and my new routine (which I am still trying to get adjusted to...) It's weird 'cause I don't know how it's possible that I aged this much in 6 months...like really, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108196445196407599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108196445196407599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108196445196407599' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108144121936435989</id><published>2004-04-08T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T13:54:18.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reality?!?!So its amazing how these reality shows (well some of them) have become larger than life...I mean The Apprentice is by far, the best reality show to date (proven by the fact that they air it at least 3 times a week). My take...this is a 'real world MBA'...'cause essentially you learn all (ok maybe not all, there's only 12 weeks on this show - as opposed to the 12 months we were holed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108144121936435989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108144121936435989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108144121936435989' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108128368907712381</id><published>2004-04-06T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:42:44.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my revelationI'm not sure why I'm blogging everything separately, but I just feel like it. So I had a revelation today (after a conversation I had this afternoon). I have realized that you can't always be too safe, and protect yourself from all that could be...there is something stronger than me or you or anyone else...and sometimes, you just gotta have faith, and let what is...well be. I wanna</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108128368907712381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108128368907712381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128368907712381' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108128342928334876</id><published>2004-04-06T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:34:14.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>successThis is a little quote by Sandra Bullock (not that she is necessarily a profound thinker or philosopher)...but maybe she's onto something:"I've learned that success comes in a very prickly package. Whether youchoose to accept it or not is up to you. It's what you choose to do with it,the people you choose to surround yourself with.  Always choose people thatare better than you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108128342928334876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108128342928334876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128342928334876' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108128231853933036</id><published>2004-04-06T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:28:11.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>skybus 4 life!And there are some moments where the whole skybus experience seems to have a point...academics aside, there is a bond between us...and it doesn't matter where, when or how...when we come together, its like we never left (except that we did, and we're a little healthier because of it). Thanks to Lu and Mel, I've already got a pretty cool rep here...the other u-dub gal that hung out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108128231853933036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108128231853933036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128231853933036' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108125780448388805</id><published>2004-04-06T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T09:27:09.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish i was a little bit taller......not that I'm short, but you know...sometimes tallness is kewl (its like a whole new perspective). The girl sitting behind me went to the Beyonce concert in Michigan last weekend...she said it was HYPE! I haven't been to a concert in a long time...but we had a huge sleepover the night before, we bought new outfits (mine had a big watermelon silk screen on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108125780448388805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108125780448388805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125780448388805' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108105530586821564</id><published>2004-04-04T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:12:31.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>springing forwardedIn spring we spring forward, in fall we fall back (one of the few times that I actually wish it was fall)...tonite folks, we lose an hour of all too precious sleep. I realize that the point of daylight savings time is to make our winter days longer...and that now we are really reverting back to 'standard time'...but still, you gotta wonder who's odd idea this was (and how it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108105530586821564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108105530586821564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108105530586821564' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108065986159363188</id><published>2004-03-30T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:26:19.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday!!!Today is ED's 25th birthday...and I hope it is "smashing"!!! Birthdays are fantastic, cause they give you an opportunity to celebrate yourself (which everyone needs to do once in awhile), and at the same time have all those who care about you celebrate you too (cause feeling special is what its all about!) I know sometimes people think we get too old for birthdays, but you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108065986159363188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108065986159363188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065986159363188' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-108031846081194779</id><published>2004-03-26T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:31:11.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm addicted...In missed news, I must congratulate UW on their spectacular performance (which I missed *sigh*) at Western Culture Show last weekend...I heard they stole the show (you guys rock!) Luckily due to their magic feet award, it looks like I'll have the opportunity to watch them in August at Masala Mehndi Masti at the Harbourfront...whoo hoo!So...I've spent a lot of the time the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108031846081194779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/108031846081194779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031846081194779' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107999195438807294</id><published>2004-03-22T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:49:19.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scotty doesn't knowThere has been a gap in the blogging, mainly 'cause life has just been whizzing by...had a spectacular weekend tho! Saw Eurotrip on Friday...and for those of you that have (or haven't) seen this rather silly, but funny, movie...check out the link for the movie's theme song: Scotty Doesn't Know! (its just giggles) The weekend whizzed by, but was spectacular...relaxing...and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107999195438807294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107999195438807294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107999195438807294' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107932788901966502</id><published>2004-03-15T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T00:21:23.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Moly...and its here, H&amp;M has made its Canadian debut at none other than Fairview Mall (glad they picked a mall close by :) I went today, and altho it was still jam packed, was glad to browse through the many racks of colourful, trendy merchandise. The purses alone had me excited (as H&amp;M is known for its accessories)...so I ended up coming home with a very cute black purse (perfect for an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107932788901966502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107932788901966502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932788901966502' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107922393909972317</id><published>2004-03-13T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:49:42.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>need a new library cardI have this awful tendency to start multiple books concurrently, and then finish none of them (predominantly cause i can't keep track of what's what anymore, and i'd have to start from the beginning to make any of the books make sense...sorta seems like wasted time). On the contrary, i just try to talk intelligently about the 80-odd pages i've read, and then walk away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107922393909972317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107922393909972317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107922393909972317' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107916237270159835</id><published>2004-03-13T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T02:22:44.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's luck got to do with it?damn, i should've been a writer for SATC...that would've been a kickass title. anyhoo...had a kinda icky day (predominantly 'cause i had a stomach owie for most of the day)...but there were quite a few highlights (aren't there always :) yesterday i went under-weer (as some people insist on pronouncing it) shopping...i went nuts...and i'm starting to think i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107916237270159835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107916237270159835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107916237270159835' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107897934358764083</id><published>2004-03-10T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:32:12.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT is good......relax yourself...by "IT" I mean life! ...i share with you, you share with me...and together its complete!Aside from the exploding pizza on Friday (which my ED still ate for his "b"), I had a fantabulous weekend!!! Had a very lazy Saturday, and enjoyed a chilled out brunch at Golden Griddle (it was fantastic...french toast and strawberrys, yum!!!) We headed to the mall for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107897934358764083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107897934358764083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107897934358764083' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107850902284945241</id><published>2004-03-05T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T12:53:24.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he said, she saidInline with the phrase "the grass is always greener", its true that when it comes to relationships, people always want what they can't have...and often times they don't appreciate what they have, when they have it (just observations from a variety of conversations I've had over the last week). Needless to say, these 'perspectives', courtesy of Mr. Forest (whom I've actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107850902284945241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107850902284945241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850902284945241' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107831858385943511</id><published>2004-03-03T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T07:59:22.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new beginnings"Everything in creation has individuality. Appreciate your uniqueness and build on it!""Count your age not by the number of years you have lived, but by the number of friends you have.""It is our choices, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.""Love is what is left when you have finished loving someone."Here's to new beginnings...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107831858385943511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107831858385943511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831858385943511' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107816021256620129</id><published>2004-03-01T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T11:59:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a: for hireI'm trying to remain optimistic (I am, I really am)...just hard (frustrating). I know its not "the answer", but right now it seems like one step in the right direction. Am still waiting at the train station...am gonna stop waiting for that 'first class train'...now, I just wanna get moving (resolution for upcoming year 2-5).I've also been kicking around some business ideas...don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107816021256620129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107816021256620129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816021256620129' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107810080796295963</id><published>2004-02-29T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:29:43.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jam doneHas been a fun, and eventful week (leaving me uber-tired)...wow how quickly time is flying (*sigh* and how quickly year 2-4 is coming to a close...ugh). Friday I was sweetly surprised by my rainbow of tulips (yes my life is continuously filled with brightness and colour!)...gosh they are so gorgeous (and now I can share that with you, 'cause I FINALLY have a new camera). Got the Canon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107810080796295963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107810080796295963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810080796295963' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107767255889366423</id><published>2004-02-24T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:35:10.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreams can come true...dreams can come true...i'm in heaven when i'm with you!ingi was right...you either gotta scream if from the mountain tops (a la sound of music) or post it on the internet. i really can't articulate what it is i wanna 'shout out', but i had another fabulous day. spent another exciting day in and about the city (and it was so sunny and bright)...man, i'm not sure if its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107767255889366423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107767255889366423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767255889366423' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107763799484543366</id><published>2004-02-24T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:56:02.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy is how we are...I went to the autoshow this weekend (and Buzz was right, the Mercedes SLR was the most incredible vehicle I’ve ever seen). Other fine choices were the Jeep Rubicon (yummy) and the Nissan Frontier (yes, I remember Ms. Crazy used to drive this one in bright yellow). ED preferred the Ford F150 (which looked pretty gangsta with all the accessories), but we’ll just have to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107763799484543366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107763799484543366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763799484543366' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107722430211476811</id><published>2004-02-19T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T16:01:02.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why so?Just one of those days, where you have no excuses, and just feel downright dumb. LOL (but yes, I'm totally laughing about it). Took my bro for his 'G' driving test today (took refers to the fact that I tagged along for what I thought was moral support). Was all excited to go for a stroll through victoria terrace (solely 'cause its so damn gorgeous outside), when I was quickly summoned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107722430211476811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107722430211476811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107722430211476811' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107703773411352324</id><published>2004-02-17T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:15:35.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Sameer (Harvard, class of '02) for sharing their commencement speech by Al Franken (apparently their convocations are a lot more entertaining than ours cause they have a sense of humour...go figure that's why everyone wants a Harvard grad!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107703773411352324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107703773411352324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703773411352324' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107702871220558151</id><published>2004-02-17T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:15:59.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good laughI thought the speech given by _____ [I do not remember his name] at our UW convocation was rather unexciting. To be honest, I don't even remember if we had a commencement speech at WLU. But this is pretty funny (and downright hilarious if Conan really did speak to the Harvard class of 2000)...LOL, morning funnies rock!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107702871220558151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107702871220558151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702871220558151' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107695046953937507</id><published>2004-02-16T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T09:50:12.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(hearts) to an allstar weekend...Sometimes life surprises you, catching you off guard with such incredible moments, that you’d almost believe you were dreaming. Moments that make you feel like your life is a garden, and every turn holds nothing but another beautiful sight or scent, filling each day with colour, happiness and sunshine. My garden makes me smile, it makes me want to appreciate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107695046953937507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107695046953937507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107695046953937507' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107668521090848375</id><published>2004-02-13T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:18:34.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>printer battlesI've been fighting with my printer all morning. It just doesn't cooperate. Then to top it all off, I finally get it to print something, but it changes its mind and gives me one of those 'outta black ink' msgs (the equivalent to f-you in the printer world!) I didn't even want black ink...but it decided to try and screw me anyways. I shall not be outsmarted by a Canon printer...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107668521090848375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107668521090848375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668521090848375' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107650440160143251</id><published>2004-02-11T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T08:02:39.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one in a million...Fantasy directs life. Life dictates fantasy. And how happy it makes us when the two meet...I'm learning more about the 'businessworld with each passing day (lol, and I'm not even working yet)...but spoken terms are often quite different than they first appear (and someone should post that sign somewhere). In life, never settle...'cause the right thing is waiting right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107650440160143251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107650440160143251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650440160143251' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107650272588104834</id><published>2004-02-11T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T07:34:35.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The post below was written on Sunday, Feb 8th (poster's delay):jumpin’ music, slick djs, frog machines, and laser raidsThat’s cause weekends were made for fun! Yes life is great, spirits even greater...and even a little bit of snow and slush ain’t gonna change that! Battled the elements on Friday on my way downtown...just wanted to point out that the Winners at Yonge &amp; College is so kickass! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107650272588104834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107650272588104834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650272588104834' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107587054174393971</id><published>2004-02-03T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T23:58:00.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You gotta love the valley-girl beginning to my earlier blog today...its so ventura county baby (cali here i come). *wishful thinking*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107587054174393971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107587054174393971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587054174393971' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107585616479515564</id><published>2004-02-03T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:58:23.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>broadband and the citySo like as a buddy of mine once said, 'I'm not exactly where I want to be in life, but I'm learning to be happy with where I am'...which explains my sentiments exactly. So most of my days are unplanned, leaving them open for spontaneous escapades (which are hard to come by Mon-Fri). A thanks to EllisDon (no, not the construction company) for taking me on an "adventure" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107585616479515564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107585616479515564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585616479515564' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107575168537164872</id><published>2004-02-02T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T15:01:00.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eyeing the green grass...This term has ended up having many means, although the one I *intended* referred to the fact that most of my employed friends are sick of their jobs, and can't wait to do 'something else'...while I sit and eye the working life from afar. Yes, its true the grass IS greener on the other side. An interesting take on that today from good ol' aly61, who pointed out that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107575168537164872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107575168537164872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575168537164872' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107533249917737583</id><published>2004-01-28T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:32:54.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>deja you"sometimes i miss you, not because of who you are, but because of who i was when i was with you"*********When you're on a golden seaYou don't need no memoryJust a place to call your ownAs we drift into the zoneOn an island in the sunWe'll be playing and having funAnd it makes me feel so fineI can't control my brainWe'll run away togetherWe'll spend some time foreverWe'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107533249917737583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107533249917737583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533249917737583' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107514651858238324</id><published>2004-01-26T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T14:50:46.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waiting (um, not so patiently)i know nothing. i can guess, hope, infer, expect...but not know. that's damn frustrating. i think i've never been good with uncertainty (or change) and all of a sudden, life is just that...uncertain. trying to 'enjoy the moments along the journey'...but really, this feels more like waiting at a station for a train that's just not coming (and i even bought my ticket</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107514651858238324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107514651858238324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514651858238324' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107499357065488919</id><published>2004-01-24T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T20:31:53.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So after reading Karen's latest blog, I had to try out my own World66 travel map. Gosh, mine is pathetic...I've only travelled to 1% of the world (yes yes, I know...time for me to take a vacation). Unfortunately pasting the map here was screwing up all my formatting...so you'll just have to take my word on it.Create your own map.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107499357065488919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107499357065488919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107499357065488919' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107495832041615219</id><published>2004-01-24T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T10:34:05.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone dreams of working for a *cool* company. This company is by far the coolest ever!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107495832041615219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107495832041615219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107495832041615219' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107490233845233984</id><published>2004-01-23T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:05:16.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things that make you say oooohI realized today that I’m not really that funny. I mean, people have told me in the past that I have the ability to make them laugh...but I don’t think that’s cause I’m funny. I think I react to things in an unusual manner, or sometimes say things that seem outta context...so I’m amusing...but not downright funny. I think its harder to be funny when you’re a girl (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107490233845233984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107490233845233984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107490233845233984' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107479959358605464</id><published>2004-01-22T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T14:28:36.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best advice I ever got (from ever so wise SB): don't ever think you're too good for a job...cause somewhere someone would love to be in your shoes So I might as well share that in November I started working p/t at Tristan &amp; America again (but oooh, got a transfer to Yorkdale)...and now still work a few evenings a week...not bad to keep a little bit of sanity ('cause looking for a job can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107479959358605464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107479959358605464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479959358605464' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107479865618495074</id><published>2004-01-22T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T14:12:58.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confessions of a job seekerSo I contemplate blogging often, but wonder what I really have to talk about. Figure my life is rather uneventful at the moment. A recent conversation however, has inspired me (and it goes a little something like this):e:considering all the time you spend on the internet, it’s a wonder you don’t blog more often.a:its weird, but I just don’t feel like I have much to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107479865618495074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107479865618495074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479865618495074' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107473920533014420</id><published>2004-01-21T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:42:06.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate blogger, it ate my homework (and my last post). boo (for all you waterloo haters out there)...boo boo boo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107473920533014420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107473920533014420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473920533014420' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107318852170799432</id><published>2004-01-03T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T22:55:39.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So there's really no harm in posting, even when the site looks like crap (I'm working on it)...let's see how long I last on the 'blog scene' this time (i have no excuses). Well its the 3rd, so no harm in starting with NYE - which was a blast (party @ the whitehouse!). Lots of food, drinks, and most importantly friends!!! Started a new tradition with the girls (well only 3 of us this year) and had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107318852170799432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107318852170799432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107318852170799432' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277373.post-107311014143304228</id><published>2004-01-03T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T01:09:20.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is only a test!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107311014143304228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277373/posts/default/107311014143304228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shichic.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107311014143304228' title=''/><author><name>Amisha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
