<?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-2064054053199461034</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:35:27.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Suburbanite</title><subtitle type='html'>A Cure for the Common Boredom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-1892682324348737217</id><published>2008-10-19T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:36:52.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SPtD-jSDqZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YZRWOs1bbaE/s1600-h/DSCN0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry fellow suburbanites, it has been months since I last posted. I was taking a slight hiatus for the beginning of senior year. It started off fairly slow, not much homework, working steadily on college applications, yada yada. Then it picked up and steam-rolled me over in a flourish of scholarship deadlines, Colorguard practices, and class assignments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago was my final Homecoming at my high school. The theme was "Into the Jungle" and I was actually planning on wearing Zebra-printed Stilletos with my blue chiffon dress. But my mom convinced me otherwise (aka she wasn't paying for it). Below are a few pictures of the dress I wore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258871383837728754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SPtDqTEdX_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/OjiR3JIUxyk/s320/Copy+of+DSCN0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258873738872195234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SPtFzYQbiKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pJLrapUgdkQ/s320/DSCN0837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dress [Jessica McClintock], Shoes [Shii], Earrings [Kiosk]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-1892682324348737217?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/1892682324348737217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=1892682324348737217' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/1892682324348737217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/1892682324348737217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/10/much-needed-hiatus.html' title='A much needed hiatus.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SPtDqTEdX_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/OjiR3JIUxyk/s72-c/Copy+of+DSCN0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-5073578974335913263</id><published>2008-08-10T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:19:04.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear Penelope, that is your great great Grandfathers' face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/2539/penelopegalleryposterve4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" height="397" alt="" src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/2539/penelopegalleryposterve4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is your great sense of style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't seen Penelope, you are in for a treat. It is a heart-warming, modern fairytale about a upper society girl born with a curse of a pig-nose. The scenes are beautifully filmed, all with the magical touch of butterflies, dust, and geraniums. I won't spoil the rest for you, except that you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; see it. It's one of those "make-me-feel-good" movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Penelope's outfits are absolutely adorable. The first thought that comes to my mind is Anthropologie, Lorrick cum Nicole Miller. The real designer of Penelope's outfits is MIA; I have searched everywhere online, but am unable to find out if the outfits are from one designer, a variety of designers, or self-made by the production team. If you know or happen to find out, please post. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.al.com/entertainment_source/2008/02/large_penelope.jpg" border="0" /&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/2064054053199461034-5073578974335913263?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/5073578974335913263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=5073578974335913263' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/5073578974335913263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/5073578974335913263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-dear-penelope-that-is-your-great.html' title='Oh dear Penelope, that is your great great Grandfathers&apos; face.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-4776174168329484306</id><published>2008-07-22T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:43.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumroll por favor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIaD6kNoYbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Djttf6tzIvo/s1600-h/blogaward.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226009459786539442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIaD6kNoYbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Djttf6tzIvo/s320/blogaward.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still on vacation, so there probably won't be any interesting posts until I visit the great antique shops in VA. But on a happy note, I have been awarded the Brilliant Webblog Premio by Anne Marie of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stars are Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://starsarepurple.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Check her out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the rules of the award are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; When received, you may post the premio on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Link to the blogger you received from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Give it to 4 blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; And link to those blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Also, leave those four bloggers a comment about receiving the brilliant premio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow bloggers I am awarding are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Gabby of Quirky &amp;amp; Co. &lt;a href="http://quirkyandcompany.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://quirkyandcompany.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Emmy of Vita la Nonsense &lt;a href="http://viva-la-nonsense.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://viva-la-nonsense.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Alex of Estilo Extrordinario &lt;a href="http://estiloextraordinario.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://estiloextraordinario.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Gabriela of Sequin and Shoes &lt;a href="http://sequinandshoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sequinandshoes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&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/2064054053199461034-4776174168329484306?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/4776174168329484306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=4776174168329484306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/4776174168329484306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/4776174168329484306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/drumroll-por-favor.html' title='Drumroll por favor.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIaD6kNoYbI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Djttf6tzIvo/s72-c/blogaward.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-6137617307216728536</id><published>2008-07-19T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:44.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes and Wrought-Iron Gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224861901425449010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIJwN4LvmDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KRI_Z5NvEFs/s320/DC+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's fortunate that the college is close to the river because the car is flashing close to empty. It trudges over the bridge behind a line of cars, begging for a break from the four-hour drive. I look up from my D.C. map and see the top of the clock tower peaking over the Sicamore trees. I suck in a quick breath; it was an exact likening of the brochures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finding the parking spot on the corner of O Street and 37th, I begin the trek uphill to the college gate. I can't help to stop and look at the decades old brownstones that hug the campus; some house antique shops while others boast clean-cut planters and jasmine. A woman in a Milly empire waist dress opens the door to one of the homes and steps down onto the porch. She gives me a quick smile, obviously recognizing that I was touring the campus. She hurries down the brick staircase and down the street; probably heading for the row of shops on M Street and Wisconsin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hills are steep, and at the top I look back. I wipe away the speckles of sweat that formed on my upper lip, embarrased that bodily functions are bringing this ethereal moment back to reality. My parents had stopped to talk to an undergrad student for directions to the Admissions Office, but I had decided to find the building on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224876752277198354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIJ9uT6t1hI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eUX5loSAxTs/s320/DC+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I step up to the wrought iron gate, glistening from a fresh coat of black paint. Through the arms are brambles of pink, white, and red flowers all blooming in full. The lawn is a rich shade of pine green, pristine besides a few summer students who chose to lay out in the early morning sunshine. I take a quick glance around for Admissions, disappointed by my oblivity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224862284872541906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIJwkMop5tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rCIk1A_fDE4/s320/DC+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Looking for the Admissions Office?" an undergraduate student says, a bike beside him. He has a Carribean accent and tossled hair. "It's Old Gravenor. And it's the white building over there." He points to a collossal stone building to my right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks," I say enthusiastically and begin towards the white structure. I take one last look at the wrought-iron gate, praying it would not be the last time I passed through its entrance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224878264650992322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIJ_GV8uisI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vYXoAhiI2co/s320/DC+034.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224881342192005186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIKB5errsEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SIStoPJA6vs/s320/DC+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224878919675694610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIJ_seGyThI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0G1N6rLPiCI/s320/DC+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-6137617307216728536?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/6137617307216728536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=6137617307216728536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/6137617307216728536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/6137617307216728536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/wishes-and-wrought-iron-gates.html' title='Wishes and Wrought-Iron Gates'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SIJwN4LvmDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KRI_Z5NvEFs/s72-c/DC+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-5442054312676868140</id><published>2008-07-15T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:46.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was a tripppppp.</title><content type='html'>Here are a few outfits I plan to where on my D.C./VA trip. Kind of laid back, and reusing certain items to reduce weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1bZxhWUTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/whK8Fwu0a-o/s1600-h/July+15+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431641167712562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1bZxhWUTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/whK8Fwu0a-o/s320/July+15+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1bATTfoNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-fclII5HJsE/s1600-h/July+15+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223431203559809234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1bATTfoNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-fclII5HJsE/s320/July+15+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Cardigan [Target], Tank [UO], Matchstick Jeans [J.Crew], Necklace [From Zimbabwe Africa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223432452878504914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1cJBYSE9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qztgIvhNpUA/s320/July+15+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;India-inspired Dress [F21], Bag [Fossil], Gladiator sandals [F21]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223433007136907474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1cpSJyINI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rViKLk7UYa4/s320/July+15+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223433435136974402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1dCMk83kI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MM4ByXbI1V0/s320/July+15+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweater [J.Crew], Denim shorts [Levi's], Scarf [Anthropologie], Stone Necklace [Nordstrom], Shoes [F21]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223434250072177682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1dxocpPBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Qz0ZhG8XQnw/s320/July+15+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223435364805290594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1eyhJuqmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/niwuCnkJy9Q/s320/July+15+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red, Sleeveless Button-up [Vintage], Blue/white seersucker shorts [F21], Gold Ballet Flats [AE], Favorite Byzantine-style scarf [Vintage]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223436205812621682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1fjeJgIXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tTJkYgje5JM/s320/July+15+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Empire-waist scoop neck [J.Crew], Denim shorts [Levi's], Gladiator sandals [F21], Bag [Fossil], Stone necklace [Nordstrom]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223436763547989138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1gD73-dJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7jcdX4NZHyg/s320/July+15+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yellow Cardigan [Target], Greenwich Village Screen Tee [Ruehl], Navy Chord Shorts [J.Crew], Long, Pearl Necklace [Somewhere?], Gold Ballet Flats [AE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-5442054312676868140?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/5442054312676868140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=5442054312676868140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/5442054312676868140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/5442054312676868140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-was-tripppppp.html' title='That was a tripppppp.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SH1bZxhWUTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/whK8Fwu0a-o/s72-c/July+15+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-6900257398139344002</id><published>2008-07-14T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life would be oh sooo boring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHwRsgGCWNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J1RySPqRj_w/s1600-h/obama2yomama.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223069124070103250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHwRsgGCWNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J1RySPqRj_w/s320/obama2yomama.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...without freakin' controversy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too busy for a formal post, I apologize. Going to visit Georgetown University in two days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full Article:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/7505953.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/7505953.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When a thing ceases to be a subject of controversy, it ceases to be a subject of interest. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-William Hazlitt, British essayist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-6900257398139344002?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/6900257398139344002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=6900257398139344002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/6900257398139344002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/6900257398139344002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-would-be-oh-sooo-boring.html' title='Life would be oh sooo boring...'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHwRsgGCWNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/J1RySPqRj_w/s72-c/obama2yomama.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-3346568482017552935</id><published>2008-07-12T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T05:48:34.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Carla Bruni, may I steal an ounce of your grace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/03_04/CarlaBruniPA_468x617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/03_04/CarlaBruniPA_468x617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that this era has found its new Princess Diana, but with a slight twist. Carla Bruni is the supermodel daughter of a rich Italian family (from the Devil's city, har har) and has been called a "homewrecker" after her marriage with Mike Jagger. Now she is the First Lady of France after her marriage to Nicolas Sarkozy. I must say, for a homewrecker she certainly has alot of class. In pictures she always looks demure and lady-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exerpt from article:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carla is always slightly behind her husband. She nods and smiles&lt;br /&gt;reservedly and has excellent eye contact. When she sits with her toes pointed&lt;br /&gt;towards the ground she deliberately smoothes her skirt down and tucks it&lt;br /&gt;underneath, and puts her legs to one side, making her look more comfortable than&lt;br /&gt;if she were sitting straight up. She has the three Ps: poise, presence and&lt;br /&gt;posture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could snap my fingers and trade wardrobes with anyone, I might chuse Ms. Carla. Flats are a staple of her wardrobe due to the fact that she's a towering 5'9" barefoot (she doesn't want to appear taller than her husband). And not to mention that amazing ensemble with the pillbox hat. Classic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the whole article:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/fashion/article3633760.ece"&gt;http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/fashion/article3633760.ece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-3346568482017552935?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/3346568482017552935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=3346568482017552935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/3346568482017552935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/3346568482017552935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/mrs-carla-bruni-may-i-steal-ounce-of.html' title='Mrs. Carla Bruni, may I steal an ounce of your grace?'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-967598310369348402</id><published>2008-07-09T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:33:02.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He doesn't like Bubble gum flavored gum.</title><content type='html'>What is with all the hooplah about Mr. Barack Obama's interview with Maria Menounos? Personally, I found it rather touching. It was a great interview, Maria did a wonderful job when asking the two girls questions. It wasn't probbing, it was endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are stating that Obama is using his family as a campaign tool, but I have to agree with Meredith Veira on this topic. Hillary Clinton was able to use her husband and her daughters to her advantage, but now there is criticism over Obama's family having their first interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have to say is why did Obama say the interview is a mistake? I think he should have just backed his decision and went with it. I understand that he wants to protect the privacy of his girls, but still. The interview wasn't probbing in any way, so there was no reason to pull his support. It doesn't do anything to help the image that he may be "wishywashy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: And interview with John McCain, his heiress wife, and two sons in the military. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKSDBX2lrzA&amp;hl=en&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/CKSDBX2lrzA&amp;hl=en&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/2064054053199461034-967598310369348402?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/967598310369348402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=967598310369348402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/967598310369348402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/967598310369348402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-doesnt-like-bubble-gum-flavored-gum.html' title='He doesn&apos;t like Bubble gum flavored gum.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-8625756059595906932</id><published>2008-07-09T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:48.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light as a spore of ash falling from the air at some industrial park.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, all this talk about global warming is so very depressing. What is worse is that most people don't do little things to try and lessen their effect on our Earth. Don't we want our children's children to have a place to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am lessening my carbon footprint by using a resuable water bottle instead of using plastic. Pictures of my lovely bottle will come shortly. =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures of my outfit to work (business casual). I have always used dance as an inspiration for my wardrobe, which will probably explain why most of my outfits look ultra-feminine or are worn with ballet flats. I even use my convertible tights as leggings! Shh, don't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221186117073246002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHVhHEZaFzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-MbrhNQQpi0/s320/july9outfit4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221186673122220418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHVhnb10GYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/d_jBHCs8JWQ/s320/july9outfit.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221187300903380018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHViL-ggZDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-kVL3Y9sKzg/s320/july9oufit6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221188830998927506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHVjlCjtmJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XnVsw25yF1U/s320/july9outfit5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet Pink Flounced Top [Ruehl], White Tank [Nordstrom], White Chino Shorts [J. Crew], Dull Golden Flats [American Eagle], Locket [Vintage]&lt;br /&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/2064054053199461034-8625756059595906932?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/8625756059595906932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=8625756059595906932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/8625756059595906932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/8625756059595906932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-as-spore-of-ash-falling-from-air.html' title='Light as a spore of ash falling from the air at some industrial park.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHVhHEZaFzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-MbrhNQQpi0/s72-c/july9outfit4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-8930794321607946538</id><published>2008-07-07T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:49.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buys and one big Smarty Pants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHIkoBTAzlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wD9jNdHdwRU/s1600-h/smartypants5.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHIgKvz0ZCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DCDFskyoTRY/s1600-h/smartypants3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220270287080416290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHIgKvz0ZCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DCDFskyoTRY/s320/smartypants3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom's childhood friend came to visit, so we decided to take her to an outlet mall nearby. It's a fairly good mall; no way is it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woodbury&lt;/span&gt; Commons, but it has a few essentials, like a J.Crew Outlet, Off Fifth, Banana Republic, Kenneth Cole, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision for school is largely inspired by the July &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Teen Vogue&lt;/span&gt; editorial spread "Smarty Pants." I bought a pair of plaid print cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;capri's&lt;/span&gt; (I now officially wear a size 0 at J.Crew -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;applauseapplause&lt;/span&gt;-), crisp white chino shorts, and (not &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; part of my vision) a pair of grosgrain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flip flops&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, I need something for my trip to VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way: ignore my hair. I had a dream I was Marie Antoinette so I wanted to try and recreate a lovely pompadour. Didn't really work did it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220272987474154258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHIin7j20xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tpF2Gwj_l6o/s320/smartypants1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220272257317445826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHIh9bg7oMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MSm33ivLGwQ/s320/smartypants4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220273761070423074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHIjU9blHCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HmdlSjTd0xE/s320/smartypants2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220274345049779874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHIj287G7qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vt11tYXB6CA/s320/BeachandEditorial+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sweater [J.Crew], Long-sleeve tee [F21], Pants [J.Crew], Shoes [Shii], Belt [Vintage], Ties [Vintage], Locket [Vintage]&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/2064054053199461034-8930794321607946538?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/8930794321607946538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=8930794321607946538' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/8930794321607946538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/8930794321607946538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/buys-and-one-big-smarty-pants.html' title='Buys and one big Smarty Pants.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SHIgKvz0ZCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DCDFskyoTRY/s72-c/smartypants3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-7160383433506899668</id><published>2008-07-03T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:49.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SG2iUZ6Y3LI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w-Ex5cmA5WM/s1600-h/July+3+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219006014629141682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SG2iUZ6Y3LI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w-Ex5cmA5WM/s320/July+3+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, your blogmaster has gotten a digi camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of me at my newspaper internship.&lt;br /&gt;(Why why why is it upside down???) &gt;__&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-7160383433506899668?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/7160383433506899668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=7160383433506899668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/7160383433506899668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/7160383433506899668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-me-again.html' title='Meet me, again.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SG2iUZ6Y3LI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w-Ex5cmA5WM/s72-c/July+3+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-77885909094527266</id><published>2008-07-02T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:50.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clippings like an Old Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tapped into my inner old maid and clipped out a bunch of interesting newspaper clippings. This was out of sheer boredom during my internship (instead of finding new story ideas I was reading "photo stories"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I got my cameraaaa! So expect to see alot of real pictures in the future, the first being my interpretation of business casual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the clippings. ;]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218592985138629842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGwqq7KIjNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DspUsQubxUM/s320/blogin1.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218592169861712738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGwp7eA-C2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0z40kqZRkuw/s320/blogin2.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218592264959239362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGwqBAR_JMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mJw461uJ648/s320/blogin3.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218592425684779106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGwqKXB8QGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cU6G6aYjn6M/s320/blogin4.PNG" border="0" /&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/2064054053199461034-77885909094527266?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/77885909094527266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=77885909094527266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/77885909094527266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/77885909094527266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/07/clippings-like-old-maid.html' title='Clippings like an Old Maid'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGwqq7KIjNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DspUsQubxUM/s72-c/blogin1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-7844835785973900556</id><published>2008-06-30T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:51.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game, Set, Match.</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I love Wimbledon. I am a tennis player myself, but it is always humbling to watch the world's best duke it out on the grass. There's always the highlights (Venus Williams' beastly 127mph serve) and lowlights (France's underdog Dechy was defeated by #1 seed Ivanovic) plus it is always a pleasure to see what the players are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am pulling for a Venus/Serena finale. I don't watch much of the mens tennis until the semis or finals, but I am guessing that both will include Federer, Nadal, or Safin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of the tournament. ;]]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image.guim.co.uk/Guardian/lifeandhealth/gallery/2008/apr/23/fashion.workandcareers/Wimbledon-5048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217606335538180178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGipUW-UsFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mjoA6JK2aEQ/s320/wim2.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217606683838241890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGipoofh3GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PZ9Ebw1mJ10/s320/wim3.PNG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217607239229786130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGiqI9fMSBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VEJTaU4xjN4/s320/wim1.PNG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217607471520423170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGiqWe1mHQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VZgmjpg_VG8/s320/wim4.PNG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217607581883619202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGiqc5-O14I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tEssNSSDI-s/s320/wim5.PNG" border="0" /&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/2064054053199461034-7844835785973900556?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/7844835785973900556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=7844835785973900556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/7844835785973900556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/7844835785973900556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/06/game-set-match.html' title='Game, Set, Match.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGipUW-UsFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mjoA6JK2aEQ/s72-c/wim2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-5558705486643680755</id><published>2008-06-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:52.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl, Prime Time's Forerunner in Style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGgDZMKrKJI/AAAAAAAAADs/RnFMN3qS5pQ/s1600-h/ggstyle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217423899606329490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGgDZMKrKJI/AAAAAAAAADs/RnFMN3qS5pQ/s320/ggstyle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I usually don't watch alot of television aside from the news and HGTV, but the one show I love watching is Gossip Girl. Apparently it's nothing like the book (I tried reading it...tried...) but I love the outfits. I don't think I could choose between Blair or Serena; I love Blair for her Upper East Side prepster look and Serena for the innocent clubber getup. If anything, I love how the show can teach anyone how to dress up a school uniform. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGgDRTn1vCI/AAAAAAAAADk/0EuP_TAYUkE/s1600-h/ggstyle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are a few street pictures of people who look like they are out of Gossp Girl. I always find it helpful to look at a "normal" person wearing an outfit than a celebrity; it's easier to picture the outfit on yourself or to come up with inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://stylehighclub.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/hannah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217436592438388418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGgO8ApqJsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iFIrkkUa8tk/s320/ggstyle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217435812510341858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGgOOnMUmuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AXt0NVci1Sw/s320/ggstyle1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217436339108988610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGgOtQ7ORsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bBXQe9UoAJE/s320/ggstyle3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing I have learned for G.G. is to love tweed. It has a touch of sophistication and is ultra-functional. It can be dressed up easily and dressed down aswell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217442719107726050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGgUgoRdOuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4dLEriEJ8-4/s320/tweelove.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/2064054053199461034-5558705486643680755?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/5558705486643680755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=5558705486643680755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/5558705486643680755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/5558705486643680755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/06/gossip-girl-prime-times-forerunner-in.html' title='Gossip Girl, Prime Time&apos;s Forerunner in Style.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGgDZMKrKJI/AAAAAAAAADs/RnFMN3qS5pQ/s72-c/ggstyle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-2988480838105076055</id><published>2008-06-29T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:33:34.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidekick Slide Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intomobile.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/tmobile-sidekick-slide-announced-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://www.intomobile.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/tmobile-sidekick-slide-announced-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Suburbanite is going to get a little technological on you. Recently I caved in to the PDA craze and bought a Sidekick Slide. It has all the features of the Sidekick LX with a more compact design and sturdier slide monitor. I, coming from an ancient Sanyo (Sanwho?) flipphone and a service that drove my entire family batty (Sprint), was absolutely thrilled that I had the option to get a Sidekick at the great price of $49.99*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My problems began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I did not purchase the Data Service plan from TMobile, which limits the features that I use on my Sidekick. This problem was more of my fault; I was so eager to have the QWERTY keyboard I didn't think of the restrictions of not purchasing the Data Service. However, since I didn't buy the Data Service, everytime I turn my phone on the screen says "Waiting for Activation." In order to bypass this screen, I must press a button, which is a slight inconvienence, but one I was willing to live with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, the phone is faulty. During the two-day cancelation from our Sprint service I perused the TMobile kiosks at the mall and looked at the different phones. Ironically, the day before I was to get my Sidekick Slide, a rather unfriendly tendant at a kiosk said that the Sidekick Slide is a piece of junk because "Motorola took over the design" and that "Motorola makes crap phones." What a lovely thing to say to a customer. -____-;; I got the phone the next day anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two days of having my Sidekick Slide something funny began to happen. Sometimes, when I would slide the monitor back into place all of my text messages, contact info, calendars, to do lists, and camera pictures would be deleted. After reentering all of my erased information, one slide of the screen would erase it all. I thought I had a defected device, so I called and made a switch to a completely new Sidekick Slide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this Sidekick has done this very thing twice (thankfully it hasn't happened in about a week). I called TMobile again and realized it has been a problem with the phone! Maybe that unfriendly man at the kiosk was right; Motorola makes crap phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a shame. I am happy to have a QWERTY keyboard, but I feel like I am missing out on receiving picture messages, TZONES (I can't buy ringtones or new wallpaper), and email. I probably won't end up switching phones unless TMobile releases a non-Sidekick QWERTY phone. But I definitely don't recommend purchasing this product!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTICE: Wow. I just read an article that TMobile is going to switch out Sidekick Slide's for the Sidekick LX because of the terrible "data dump" problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orignal article- &lt;a href="http://www.intomobile.com/2007/11/23/t-mobile-swapping-out-defective-sidekick-slide-handsets-with-sidekick-lx-replacements.html"&gt;http://www.intomobile.com/2007/11/23/t-mobile-swapping-out-defective-sidekick-slide-handsets-with-sidekick-lx-replacements.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am calling to see what is up. If I can get a non-defective device I will repost. =]]]]]]&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/2064054053199461034-2988480838105076055?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/2988480838105076055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=2988480838105076055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/2988480838105076055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/2988480838105076055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/06/sidekick-slide-review.html' title='Sidekick Slide Review'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-6379645614838349741</id><published>2008-06-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:53.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Garden MADNESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfO2Oh3iSI/AAAAAAAAACw/sjpwevYeX8M/s1600-h/floral4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217366124340414754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfO2Oh3iSI/AAAAAAAAACw/sjpwevYeX8M/s320/floral4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am making a veggie garden/butterfly garden this summer. Well, semi-veg garden, as it will be in a container. But I made a complete design of the layout, flower placement, etc.. I am just feeling ultra-garden-y at the moment. Plus, being around the plants and sun has made me feel slightly inspired for any outfits. Think white tshirt dresses, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;pastel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bandanas, swiss dots, floral skirts, and simple Keds. A big emphasis on florals, especially in a vintage style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Photo Credit: From the Brooklyn Botanic Garden Visitor’s Photo Pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the garden is completely finished I will do a photoshoot with my image in mind. Here's some street style of the look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfKz2JHHdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j-VKOfGgUVA/s1600-h/garden1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217361685387877842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfKz2JHHdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j-VKOfGgUVA/s320/garden1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfLkeJfOVI/AAAAAAAAACY/p9-5k7ZZ8PE/s1600-h/floral2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217362520760596818" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfLkeJfOVI/AAAAAAAAACY/p9-5k7ZZ8PE/s320/floral2.png" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfODpfuEFI/AAAAAAAAACg/QilyLCb8vI8/s1600-h/floral3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217365255405834322" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="297" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfODpfuEFI/AAAAAAAAACg/QilyLCb8vI8/s320/floral3.png" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2064054053199461034-6379645614838349741?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/6379645614838349741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=6379645614838349741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/6379645614838349741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/6379645614838349741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/06/veggie-garden-madness.html' title='Veggie Garden MADNESS!'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGfO2Oh3iSI/AAAAAAAAACw/sjpwevYeX8M/s72-c/floral4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-4666867331475418545</id><published>2008-06-28T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:54.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's perfect. And I ain't gonna work it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tv.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/miley_cyrus_lesbian1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://tv.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/miley_cyrus_lesbian1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, apparently TeenVogue is considering/going to put Miley Cyrus aka Hanna Montana on the cover. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I am the anti-Cyrus. Everything about her image is phony. The fact that her music is on something other that Radio Disney is rather sickening. Channel Disney need not infiltrate the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I honestly open the mailbox and see Miley smiling up, I am not renewing my subscription. TeenVogue is a &lt;em&gt;fashion &lt;/em&gt;magazine, and Miss Cyrus has not a drop of style in her scandal ridden body. Let's do a little review, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/news/pictures/6L/88/8688_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/news/pictures/6L/88/8688_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um, ew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGZJfdFXlLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SXdqEE-y7C0/s1600-h/Miley%2BBoot%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216938023087215794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGZJfdFXlLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SXdqEE-y7C0/s320/Miley%2BBoot%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um, ew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGZLQnrkUDI/AAAAAAAAACA/eLIq9kxdpO0/s1600-h/cyrus.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216939967257006130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGZLQnrkUDI/AAAAAAAAACA/eLIq9kxdpO0/s320/cyrus.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um, EW?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, point taken. But TeenVogue &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to place nice-y nice-y, especially since Miss Cyrus expressed her enthusiasm with the magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Original Article: &lt;a href="http://fashionista.com/2008/06/rumor_mill_miley_lands_her_dre.php"&gt;http://fashionista.com/2008/06/rumor_mill_miley_lands_her_dre.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Remember when Miley Cyrus &lt;a href="http://fashionista.com/2008/06/bible_phone_teen_vogue_-.php#comments" target="_blank"&gt;named Teen Vogue&lt;/a&gt; on her list of desert island&lt;br /&gt;necessities?&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty blatant "Pretty please put me on the cover of&lt;br /&gt;your magazine?!"&lt;br /&gt;And we hear it worked.&lt;br /&gt;You can catch her on the cover of&lt;br /&gt;Billboard right now, where she apparently dishes on the Vanity Fair scandal, but&lt;br /&gt;expect to see her on little Vogue's cover very soon.&lt;br /&gt;We bet they'll even&lt;br /&gt;give her cute clothes to wear - or at least more than a sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they'll&lt;br /&gt;even let her keep the stylist. She could use some help in that&lt;br /&gt;department."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently TeenVogue's audience is quite appalled by this predicted choice in cover girl. Especially after the steady stream of disappointing issues and cover girl choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-4666867331475418545?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/4666867331475418545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=4666867331475418545' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/4666867331475418545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/4666867331475418545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/06/nobodys-perfect.html' title='Nobody&apos;s perfect. And I ain&apos;t gonna work it.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGZJfdFXlLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SXdqEE-y7C0/s72-c/Miley%2BBoot%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-3893353205921116127</id><published>2008-06-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:44:05.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Karl, how supercilious of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wear expensive with expensive and cheap with cheap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Karl Lagerfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not &lt;strong&gt;disagree&lt;/strong&gt; more wholeheartedly. Unless you have on an outfit that is perfectly worn in, can't-tell-its-designer designer, expensive clothing head-to-toe looks oh-so simulated. Of course, celebrities can pull off this combo but they also have stylists to help them. Plus, having dashes and bursts of cheap clothing that are quirky and fun gives a stuffy outfit a bit of character. &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;Anyways, that's all I have to say about &lt;em&gt;that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was rather busy so I didn't have time to post as much as I would have liked. Between colorguard practice, a sleepover, catching up with a longlost friend, and relatives who came into town, posting on I, Suburbanite was hard to come by. But, hey, it's only 2:23 a.m. and there is alot to talk about. Let's start with a music review; broaden your horizons a bit. &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;a href="http://a206.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/53/l_35b6d023153f2c02c070fa8a6a5530c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="272" alt="" src="http://a206.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/53/l_35b6d023153f2c02c070fa8a6a5530c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what am I crazy about lately? Let's start with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mickey Avalon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I probably wouldn't want to touch him for fear of catching something treatable, but there's something about Avalon's catchy beats and quirky rhymes that have me hooked. As you may have noticed (or not) the first song on this blog's music player is Mickey Avalon; one of my favorite's &lt;strong&gt;So Rich, So Pretty&lt;/strong&gt;. And if you've been listening (or not) the lyrics can be pretty raunchy and/or disgusting, but as is custom for Avalon. &lt;em&gt;And thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody.Cuz the blows so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty. &lt;/em&gt;Uh...right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of his songs have a beat that make you want to get up and dance, like in &lt;strong&gt;Jane Fonda&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;1,2,3,4, get your booty on the dance floor, work it out&lt;/em&gt;) or &lt;strong&gt;Friends and Lovers &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;All my friends and all my lovers are dead&lt;/em&gt;). His songs seem to make subjects like suicide or sex seem funny and dance-worthy. His rapping is awkward and almost off-tempo but it seems to be his swag. And it'll make you want to get up and do the Jane Fonda.&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;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/2064054053199461034-3893353205921116127?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/3893353205921116127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=3893353205921116127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/3893353205921116127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/3893353205921116127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-karl-how-supercilious-of-you.html' title='Oh Karl, how supercilious of you.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-7671933390833169494</id><published>2008-06-25T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:54.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmhhmm. Lovely Hair.</title><content type='html'>I just have a thing for blunt cuts and bobs. It's sleek, chic, and ever so unique. -snort- It really takes a certain &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; to pull off a bluntly cut bob, long or short. I am seriously considering getting one.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/dyrnls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/dyrnls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKZ2uSWcHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3suEYFw6Yk8/s1600-h/hair1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215900483865440370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKZ2uSWcHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3suEYFw6Yk8/s320/hair1.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://glam-madame.com/beauty/images/Anna_Wintour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" height="358" alt="" src="http://glam-madame.com/beauty/images/Anna_Wintour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKdsXch9VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ioVF4gjxpCU/s1600-h/hair3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215904703981942098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKdsXch9VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ioVF4gjxpCU/s320/hair3.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I post pictures of styles I like, I will try and include pictures of lesser known/real people than celebrities that are always featured in the news or on tabloids. Of course, bobs like Victoria Beckham, Kate Bosworth, Rihanna, Nicole Richie are known and lovely also. They just won't be included here. ;]]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever see a picture of yourself, or someone you know on my blog and would like to have it removed please comment a statement telling me so, or drop me a message. I don't mean to upset anyone, I just want some variety.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-7671933390833169494?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/7671933390833169494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=7671933390833169494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/7671933390833169494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/7671933390833169494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/06/mmhhmm-lovely-hair.html' title='Mmhhmm. Lovely Hair.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/dyrnls_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-2090265785093268161</id><published>2008-06-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:28:54.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids my age are stupid. No really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKCUFETTWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3WzwRmI_Lo/s1600-h/preggers.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215874599917669730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKCUFETTWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3WzwRmI_Lo/s320/preggers.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really hope this is not a reflection of what my generation will become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I am talking about the teenage girls from Gloucester High who made a pact to get pregnant. Honestly, I gasped when I saw the story on the news. I mean, these are kids. One went even as far as to enlist "help" getting pregnant from a homeless man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an exerpt from the Guardian:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"As ever, pundits have wondered about what role the media might have played, suggesting popular movies like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/junoverse/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and Knocked Up were inspiring teen pregnancies, much as the classic Molly Ringwald vehicle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0095169/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For Keeps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and the lesser John Hughes triumph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096094/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's Having a Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; did in the late 1980s. I vividly recall when a friend told me she was pregnant our sophomore year of high school, making her the 35th pregnancy in our class that year, and I asked whether it was Ringwald or Elizabeth McGovern she was trying to emulate. She told me, "We just got carried away and forgot the condom," teaching me an important lesson about teenagers, the media and pregnancy. Oh, and forgetting condoms."&lt;/span&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;I couldn't believe that some kids would really &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to be preggers. Then again, teenage pregnancy has been getting alot of press as of late, with Jamie Lynn Spears, Ashley Simpson, and movies like Juno (Gosh, I love that movie though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juno was rather nonchalant in the way it approached teen pregnancy. I mean, her dad didn't really get mad and her stepmom was more than willing to help her through the pregnancy. If that were &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;announcing I was expecting a Lil Kay Kay, my dad would have either (A) gotten the shotgun to get the boy or (B) disowned me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's throw dreams, goals, and accomplishments out the window and form a pregnancy pact! I bet you my college acceptance letter that I will be positive before you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSHHHAWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2064054053199461034-2090265785093268161?l=isuburbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/2090265785093268161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2064054053199461034&amp;postID=2090265785093268161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/2090265785093268161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2064054053199461034/posts/default/2090265785093268161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isuburbanite.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-my-age-are-stupid-no-really.html' title='Kids my age are stupid. No really.'/><author><name>Kkkeri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07866651232959845371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKWf3z6ZkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fE_pdqBDXaY/S220/bankie.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zlui-XGO1oE/SGKCUFETTWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J3WzwRmI_Lo/s72-c/preggers.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2064054053199461034.post-1880905063654522709</id><published>2008-06-25T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:59:09.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of the New Millenia</title><content type='html'>Yea yea. After religiously visiting a few blogs (The Sartorialist, Jess and Josh, a few vague and kitchy fashion blogs, political rants), I decided to air out the ole' keyboard and start my own form of bitching. It's time to make use of this summer, not waste it staring at my pointless and utterly pathetic friend list on Myspace. I've wanted to make a blog for a while but I guess I was afraid it would die off after my short-attention span wandered onto other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a little bit about me and what this blog will contain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Keri, blogmaster extrodinaire and sixteen years young. I am wildly imaginative (which I guess can be translated into over-analytical, take your pick). I live in the disgustly boring suburbs of Florida (hence the blog name I, Surbanite) and I am trying to spruce up my 101 degree days by pounding away at this here keyboard. -poundpoundpound-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this blog will pretty much talk about everything. The fact that I am a Liberal, the fact that I love fashion, the fact that I love journalism. Once I replace my camera (damn those thieves) I will post pictures of my outfits. I will comentate on politics, on society in general, on society as in my bubble of a suburb. There are no limits to what my fingers can pound away about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up, a commentary on Current Events. 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