<?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-12796689</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:44:05.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16085766386971516733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12796689.post-111637188882863795</id><published>2005-05-18T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:19:01.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Been staying with my dad for a couple of days. My aunt is here on holiday and thought I'd take the opportunity to come up and meet her, while killing off a couple of days. Can hardly think of anything besides the cup final .. eight days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my aunt yesterday and we went out for lunch. Was great to catch up again and to hear what my cousins are up to. They might come over next year for another cousin's wedding. Speaking of weddings, she lent me a video of her son's wedding and was great to see it, since I couldn't attend .. looked like they were having a good time. Haven't seen them since 1997!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I mostly browsed forums. Also spent some time in the balcony. I love my dad's balcony. Actually wanted to stay out there all night and fall asleep to the sound of the waves, but my dad thought it would be too cold and wanted me to stay in the bedroom. Oh well, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I overslept, which I needed, and then went up to visit my mother for a few hours. Went quite well and then she drove me back to my dad's and they actually had a civil conversation .. I couldn't believe my eyes &amp;amp; ears!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went down by the beach for a walk around the places where I used to hang out as a child / teenager. So many memories ... the ledge we used to dive off .. the stairs we used to run around after each other on .. the bench I got some of my first snogs on ... where did those days go! Wonder what happened to all those people I used to be there with. Saw aussie boy last week .. don't think he recognised me. Also know one of the girls is getting married next week. For the rest, I wonder where they are. Walked a bit further and got to the valley where I used to like to go with rich boy when we were seeing each other and then I headed back home. Would've liked to go further as I don't know when I'll be back here again, but I'd already been out ages and didn't want my dad to worry. I had to disappoint my dad tonight. He told me to get him a cigarette while I was out. I couldn't get him something that would kill him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12796689-111637188882863795?l=ellefcee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/feeds/111637188882863795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12796689&amp;postID=111637188882863795' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default/111637188882863795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default/111637188882863795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/2005/05/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16085766386971516733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12796689.post-111610480693972102</id><published>2005-05-14T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T14:06:46.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got out of here and had some fun this morning.  Met my best mate and we went to a village called Zebbug to walk around and take pictures.  Then went to a park but he'd forgotten to bring a ball with him so we went to Chadwick Lakes instead to take more pictures.  Weather was good for walking .. sun wasn't too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had half a mind to go out tonight.  Haven't had a taste of nightlife for at least 2 months.  Incidentally, the last time I was out was the start of the whole stalker boy saga.  Oh, had a bit of a run in with stalker boy yesterday but managed to bullshit my way out of it.  By late afternoon I decided to stay home once again, since every time I'm out there alone I end up in deep shit.  Anyway, I'm not feeling all that great.  Been coughing all day and have a slight fever.  This year I'm doing my best to make up for last year in terms of sickness.  Last year I never got sick.  Plus, I got work to finish by Monday.  So yeah, staying in it is.  I miss the nightlife though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past couple of hours I've just been playing around online, posting on forums and filling out surveys.  It's depressing when you have to scroll down to find your age in drop down menus.  Where did my teenage years go.  What I wouldn't give to be 16 again.  I wouldn't be in here on a Saturday night if I was 16.  Hell I wouldn't be in here on any night if I was 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should start working.  Been so disorganised this month.  Can't keep my mind on anything except football.  Wanna finish most of it today though cause tomorrow I won't be here for a good part of the day.  Still early though .. night's just starting.  Will probably watch movies after that.  Also want to remember to leave a playlist going while I sleep .. haven't done that in a while .. it induces the best dreams.  Oh I dreamt about shy boy last night .. he wasn't shy in my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12796689-111610480693972102?l=ellefcee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/feeds/111610480693972102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12796689&amp;postID=111610480693972102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default/111610480693972102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default/111610480693972102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-got-out-of-here-and-had-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16085766386971516733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12796689.post-111594003321830550</id><published>2005-05-13T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:24:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Slugs</title><content type='html'>Spent the better part of the morning trailing behind my mother while she relished in all the stores. Shopping sucks. Shopping the way my mother shops sucks even more! No store can be unseen, no item left unturned, interested in taking it or not it has to be examined. Walking down the road, a new department store came into sight and you'd think she was on the way to a cup final the way she was acting. Inside was just more of the same stuff we'd been seeing all morning. Looked around for a bookshop where I could wait till she got bored but there weren't any in sight. Found a gadget store though .. temporary relief! Spent some time in there and my mother returned just as I was starting to handle a dick shaped contraption with the words "squeeze my balls and see what happens". I never did get to see what happens but I bet some white stuff would've shot up the top .. got a keychain like that. Got talked into buying a couple of clothes items and that's 2005's wardrobe sorted for me. Also bought a piece of fitness equipment I'd been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the afternoon I was knackered and slept it off. Why are dreams so much better than life? I don't even remember what I was dreaming .. just know I was having a good time. Football was involved .. vodka too .. hey, if you get pissed in your dream, do you forget what happened like you would in real life? Maybe that's why I don't remember. I usually remember my dreams. When I woke up I was cranky, not only due to the actual act of waking up, but also due to the hot &amp; humid weather that surrounded me. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the evening chatting online, listening to a football programme on the radio, listening to music and posting on forums. Then went out for a run. There was a cool breeze outside .. much cooler than it had been indoors!  I spent a lot of time in the park today. The sky was weird .. had a red undertone and no stars at all. Don't know what made me stay there so long .. usually it's the stars. Have you ever seen fat, sleeping slugs? Pretty damn cute if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12796689-111594003321830550?l=ellefcee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/feeds/111594003321830550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12796689&amp;postID=111594003321830550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default/111594003321830550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default/111594003321830550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleeping-slugs.html' title='Sleeping Slugs'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16085766386971516733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12796689.post-111585272780841947</id><published>2005-05-12T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T16:05:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Again</title><content type='html'>So I got another online blog/diary/journal or whatever you wanna call it.  Used to have a few of these but it got too personal and I was mentioning too many names and this country is too damn small.  So no more names if I can help it .. I'll use something else to refer to people, unless of course it doesn't matter that I mentioned them and they read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just got back in from my night jog.  It's starting to get too warm but still enjoyable so far .. I love the night.  Went down to the park and lay down on my bench for probably one of the last times before the roaches claim it as their own in the summer months.  Well, it's not MY bench .. but you know.  That place is inspiring.  Tried to lose myself on the way back and managed for about 2 minutes.  It's getting harder to lose myself.  Going the same route everyday is getting boring.  Or I'm too easily bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it calmed me down.  Was pretty upset with stalker boy today.  God some people don't take a hint!  Or maybe I need some bitch in me to tell him to fuck off.  I lost count of how many times I've been in this situation in the past year but this one is something else .. at least with the others they gave up on their own.  You'd think I have my own custom made t-shirt saying STALK ME in big bold letters on the front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with me &amp; men anyway.  Let's take a sample of 10 random men.  9 will speak to me.  2 of those will be stalkers.  2 of those will ask for a date and take no for an answer.  1 of those will throw in hints but never come out and say anything.  God knows what the hell they see in me, but anyway.  The other 4 will be aquaintances and throw in small talk now and again.  The 1 guy out of the 10 that I would have actually liked to come up and speak to me is the one that didn't.  Of course it's my fault for going for shy guys in the first place.  Not a good idea for shy girl to go for shy boy .. it's a stalemate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week is too damn boring!  Missed the mid-week football.  Don't know what to do with myself when the season is over.  It's gonna be one hell of a long boring summer!  But who knows .. hope that whatever I write here over the summer can prove me wrong and that I'll be doing something other than counting the days till mid-August when the new season starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't sleepy now.  Guess it will be one of my insomniac nights where I'll just watch movies and read till I fall asleep somehow.  Can't oversleep tomorrow cause my mother is coming over and she'll want to find me ready.  She's coming to pick up the second part of her mother's day gift which she'll choose out herself cause I suck at fashion taste and frankly I'm out of ideas what to give her.  Not looking forward to being dragged around clothes stores but just once a year, I'll humour her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now you got an idea of my late night ramblings .. off to choose something to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12796689-111585272780841947?l=ellefcee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/feeds/111585272780841947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12796689&amp;postID=111585272780841947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default/111585272780841947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12796689/posts/default/111585272780841947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellefcee.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging Again'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16085766386971516733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
