<?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-3037540</id><updated>2011-08-31T07:44:39.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse into the life of ... Nooreen Jinah</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey everyone,
I promised that I would start a log on the events of my soap opera like life, so here I am keeping true to my word. Be sure to keep checking in as I will be sure to update this as frequently as possible.
- Nooreen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-117285655498836768</id><published>2007-03-02T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:29:15.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Wedding Kind</title><summary type='text'>Hey Everyone,I know its been ages since I've written in my blog so I thought to myself, why not indulge my favourite fans again. I apologize for the hiatus I've taken but let me tell you, there is a shitload of stuff pissing me off so here it comes.First of all, this weather BLOWS. It's freaking cold outside, my social life has been shot to shit, and all I want to do is hibernate in my room. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/117285655498836768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=117285655498836768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/117285655498836768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/117285655498836768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-wedding-kind.html' title='Not the Wedding Kind'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-114861521531455485</id><published>2006-05-25T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:46:55.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Stimulation</title><summary type='text'>Warning, this post contains mature subject matter, viewer discretion is advised!How I wish they had signs like that in the Ryerson computer lab to warn me of the atrocities that take place there. This is how the story unfolds...Late one January evening, I was in the business building computer lab working away on a Communications assignment that was long overdue. Since it was nearing 10 pm, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/114861521531455485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=114861521531455485' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/114861521531455485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/114861521531455485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2006/05/visual-stimulation.html' title='Visual Stimulation'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-113346044587152492</id><published>2005-12-01T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:56:19.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my brain needs a band-aid</title><summary type='text'>With every stressful exam period comes a riveting blog entry to accompany it. One thing I would like to bring up at this time is the misinterpretation of abbreviations. Lets start with some common terms. For example "LOL" - laugh out loud. "BRB" - be right back. Easy enough right? "TTYL" - talk to you later. "ROFL" - rolling on the floor laughing, and so on &amp; so forth. Now people use these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/113346044587152492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=113346044587152492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/113346044587152492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/113346044587152492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-brain-needs-band-aid.html' title='my brain needs a band-aid'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-112606700941122711</id><published>2005-09-07T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:23:29.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>classic Nooreen</title><summary type='text'>Alarm Time : 7:30 amClass Time: 9 amActual Wake up Time: 10:45 amSleeping through your first day of school: priclessnj</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/112606700941122711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=112606700941122711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/112606700941122711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/112606700941122711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/09/classic-nooreen.html' title='classic Nooreen'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-112543950948726045</id><published>2005-08-30T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:23:20.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Cars</title><summary type='text'>Honestly,What is it with people and shopping carts? There is some sort of delusional possessive paranoia that's embraces you as soon as your fingers touch the handle. I don't know if its a personal thing? Maybe some people don't have cars so they feel like shopping carts are the next best thing? Maybe they are a defense mechanism? Some people subtly relieve their pent up aggression by ramming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/112543950948726045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=112543950948726045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/112543950948726045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/112543950948726045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/08/bumper-cars.html' title='Bumper Cars'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-112378390051761921</id><published>2005-08-11T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:11:40.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flickr Badge</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- Start of Flickr Badge --&gt;.zg_div {margin:0px 5px 5px 0px; width:117px;}.zg_div_inner {border: solid 1px #000000; background-color:#ffffff;  color:#666666; text-align:center; font-family:arial, helvetica; font-size:11px;}.zg_div a, .zg_div a:hover, .zg_div a:visited {color:#3993ff; background:inherit !important; text-decoration:none !important;}zg_insert_badge = function() {var zg_bg_color = </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/112378390051761921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=112378390051761921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/112378390051761921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/112378390051761921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-flickr-badge.html' title='My Flickr Badge'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-112233120747684091</id><published>2005-07-25T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:40:07.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>snack time</title><summary type='text'>So here I am, slogging away over a TELUS Mobility power point presentation (at UTM of course) that is due for my Operations Management class. I feel like my team is totally incompetent, not to mention I feel that a certain team member needs a refresher course on personal space. Its great you feel a sense of camaraderie because we're in the same group, but really I'd be better off pretending you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/112233120747684091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=112233120747684091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/112233120747684091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/112233120747684091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/07/snack-time.html' title='snack time'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-111672798611428192</id><published>2005-05-21T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:13:06.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"comment of the day"</title><summary type='text'>"easier said than typed"It's really quite sad how the rapid expanse of msn messenger has caused a significant decline in the use of proper English grammar. I'm sure it wont be long before Bill Gates adds a spell check button to the msn conversation boxes. Speaking of which, I've noticed that at times when I converse with people, I can visualize our conversations in the form of instant messages </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/111672798611428192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=111672798611428192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/111672798611428192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/111672798611428192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/05/comment-of-day.html' title='&quot;comment of the day&quot;'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-111034847187888449</id><published>2005-03-09T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T01:07:51.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>read between the lines</title><summary type='text'>So, I've noticed that I have issues with writing. Well not writing as in transferring my thoughts into a legible format but the act of actually picking up a pen and transcribing something onto a piece of paper. For starters I would like to clarify that I have nice writing. Its small &amp; curly and a little difficult to decipher but pretty nonetheless (picture to follow). However, what I have come to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/111034847187888449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=111034847187888449' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/111034847187888449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/111034847187888449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/03/read-between-lines.html' title='read between the lines'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110914454206143318</id><published>2005-02-23T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T03:06:55.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations &amp; Recommendations</title><summary type='text'>An in-depth account of a finance student's experiences while studying for their securities and options exam at 12 am.Observation #1 - People in the library are loudI will supplement this observation with an example. At approximately 12:47 am, a young female came rocketing down the library in pursuit of her male companion with the ferocity of a young lion cub attacking its first prey. Clearly this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110914454206143318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110914454206143318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110914454206143318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110914454206143318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/02/observations-recommendations.html' title='Observations &amp; Recommendations'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110856759172274356</id><published>2005-02-16T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T10:26:31.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring off into space</title><summary type='text'>Staring off into space Originally uploaded by SleepingBeautE.hmm i wonder is this actually works</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110856759172274356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110856759172274356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110856759172274356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110856759172274356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/02/staring-off-into-space.html' title='Staring off into space'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110852822725841521</id><published>2005-02-15T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:30:27.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sock on fire!</title><summary type='text'>ok so i wanted to take a nap and usually, i read before i go to bed to help me fall asleepButmy lamp is really bright and i wanted to dim it so i though let me put something over it, and since my sock was on the ground i decided to use that as a shade.......not a bright ideaJust as i was drifting off to bed i thought something smelled funny, i knew my mom wasnt cooking so i was like what the hell</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110852822725841521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110852822725841521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110852822725841521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110852822725841521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/02/sock-on-fire.html' title='sock on fire!'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110754135945974607</id><published>2005-02-04T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T13:22:39.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of a black &amp; decker toaster</title><summary type='text'>So I have decided to suck it up and get a loong with my toaster. Instead of toasting my bread and other munchables on the "toast" option I have made the execustive decision to use the oven setting instead. This means no weird clicky noises while my toast is toasting, and an all around better toasted piece of bread. Ok Moving onLast night at about 1 am, I had an unsatiable desire to have some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110754135945974607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110754135945974607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110754135945974607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110754135945974607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-of-black-decker-toaster.html' title='the life of a black &amp; decker toaster'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110197445785086449</id><published>2004-12-02T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T03:02:03.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>status update</title><summary type='text'>Ok so its now 3 am and I think I've calmed down a bit but that doesnt change the fact that i still HATE my toaster. Its ruining my life.I have resorted to eating cereal that looks like it should be in a bowl labelled "Fido"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110197445785086449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110197445785086449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110197445785086449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110197445785086449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2004/12/status-update.html' title='status update'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110197352126417466</id><published>2004-12-02T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T02:45:21.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my toaster!</title><summary type='text'>It's 2:40 am and I think I'm about to cry. I just came home from a particulary draining session of studying. I have to wake up at 7 am for class and i have a finance test at 1:30 and a retail exam at 3:30.I am RAVENOUS.There is nothing in my fridge except for peanut butter &amp; eggs, neither of which I'm particularly fond of. Everything good is in the freezer but I hate my new toaster and I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110197352126417466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110197352126417466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110197352126417466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110197352126417466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-my-toaster.html' title='I hate my toaster!'/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110105073631279131</id><published>2004-11-21T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T10:25:36.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you think the way you eat a sandwich says anything about you? I was watching SNL and eating a chicken sandwich last night when I noticed that the pattern in which I was chewing was quite absurd. For the most part I've noticed through my detailed observations that people usually eat a sandwich "side to side" working their way progressively downwards. But when I looked at the way I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110105073631279131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110105073631279131' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110105073631279131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110105073631279131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-you-think-way-you-eat-sandwich-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110100905082862577</id><published>2004-11-20T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:50:50.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man o man has this been an eventful week. Lets take it from the top and start with Tuesday.So as a lot of you may know, I take pride in labeling myself the Queen of Multitasking. I mean it so inefficient to only be doing on thing at a time. Like for instance, I can breathe, talk, walk, sing, eat, read a book, and type on msn all at the same time - now that's what I call cool. Anyways needless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110100905082862577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110100905082862577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110100905082862577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110100905082862577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2004/11/man-o-man-has-this-been-eventful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-110082561569111753</id><published>2004-11-18T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:53:35.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a Verbal Rapist and quite proud of it :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/110082561569111753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=110082561569111753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110082561569111753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/110082561569111753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-verbal-rapist-and-quite-proud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-109924109675146544</id><published>2004-10-31T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T11:44:56.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weeee! So this is the first time in 3 years that I learnt how to change the template of my blog! Y@@@Y (special thanks to bAdam). So yes its been quite a while since I have come here to spill my thoughts. One thing I've noticed is that I am becoming increasingly hostile towards people who cant spell. Hmmm.....To me it shows some sort of an intellectual deficiency... I don't know maybe I'm just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/109924109675146544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=109924109675146544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/109924109675146544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/109924109675146544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2004/10/weeee-so-this-is-first-time-in-3-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-107647011271543912</id><published>2004-02-10T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T22:30:59.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think that I have serious aggression issues that need to be dealt with. Unfortunately, seeing as that I threatened to use bodily harm on my anger management therapist, that avenue is no longer an option for me. Suggestions will be appreciated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/107647011271543912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=107647011271543912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/107647011271543912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/107647011271543912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-think-that-i-have-serious-aggression.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-107646855326282210</id><published>2004-02-10T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T22:04:59.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have noticed that no matter how hard you to try to study in peace &amp; quiet there is always one mindless idiot who manages to ruin everything. Today I went to the library to do some readings for my business law class fully knowing that I was behing by like 9 chapters and need to get cracking. Im lucky to find an empty table so I settle down and prepare myself to be there fore the few hours or so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/107646855326282210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=107646855326282210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/107646855326282210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/107646855326282210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-have-noticed-that-no-matter-how-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-90643202</id><published>2003-03-13T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T06:34:00.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Subject: Canadian Apology On behalf of Canadians everywhere I'd like to offer an apology to the United States of America. We haven't been getting along very well recently and for that, I am truly sorry. I'm sorry we called George Bush a moron. He is a moron but it wasn't nice of us to point it out. If it's any consolation, the fact that he's a moron shouldn't reflect poorly on the people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/90643202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=90643202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/90643202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/90643202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2003/03/subject-canadian-apology-on-behalf-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-85759545</id><published>2002-12-09T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T21:26:31.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Honestly, the worst experience a struggling student can ever have is the situation that I have been faced with: studying for finals in a library full of noisy inconsiderate people. For God's sake this is not the DOCKS where you can go looking for booty calls to your heart's content. The demeanour that people have here is complete unacceptable. This is a LIBRARY not a social gathering. People come</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/85759545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=85759545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/85759545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/85759545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2002/12/honestly-worst-experience-struggling.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-84526257</id><published>2002-11-14T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T09:33:34.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, whats the deal with people who send you  ONE sentence e mails. I really cant deal with that. I feel like telling them -thanks for the heart felt reply. I never knew you had such an expansive vocabulary! Anyways as usual I am slogging away leading my usual mundane life until i find some way to strike it rich he he he ( and killing my parents for their life insurance doesnt count ). - yeah as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/84526257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=84526257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/84526257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/84526257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2002/11/hey-whats-deal-with-people-who-send.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-78704230</id><published>2002-07-08T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T00:13:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why are people so damn oblivious to the fact that they can be so freaking annoying sometimes? Like honestly this month I have been so busy with having so many guests over and people are just making these crazy ass demands on me. I one day I turned into freakin Budget car rental. Not only did I lose my room, my car, and my bathroom, but any privacy I once possessed has slowly dissipated as well. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/78704230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=78704230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/78704230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/78704230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2002/07/why-are-people-so-damn-oblivious-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-76818115</id><published>2002-05-21T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T19:42:53.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah speaking of old Tv shows - does anyone remember fraggle rock? That was also like another super cool show. It wa sthe one with the little fraggles (think muppet like but more primitive looking) and they lived in their own little rocky colony. But that was actually underground in the corner of the post office or something like that. And the post man had a dog and that big fluffy dog would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/76818115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=76818115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/76818115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/76818115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2002/05/oh-yeah-speaking-of-old-tv-shows-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-76817663</id><published>2002-05-21T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T19:29:22.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok you know what really really annoys me...? When you are walking down the street and say someone on a bicycle is headed the same way so you move to one side to let them pass. But those damn bicyclers can never make up their minds of which way they want to go! This morning I was stumbling my way to class, after being up all night to write 2 essays due for my deviations of childhood development </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/76817663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=76817663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/76817663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/76817663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2002/05/ok-you-know-what-really-really-annoys.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-76265163</id><published>2002-05-07T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T11:54:28.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK OK so the last time I updated my log was like last year...but that doesnt mean I didnt want to! Seriously! My life has just been really hectic for the past umm like 5 months hehehe. Anyways I have vowed to myself to regularly update my log for the sake of my loyal fans who still e mail me to see how I am doing ( I love you guys!) Anyways there were a few things I wanted to bring up today. Does</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/76265163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=76265163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/76265163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/76265163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2002/05/ok-ok-so-last-time-i-updated-my-log.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-7564007</id><published>2001-12-01T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T17:01:58.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YO YO YO!!! Hey guys sorry about the delay but I have been MAD busy! There is so much stuff going on right now I cant even start. Exams are totally screwing me over! However as of now I do stand a chance at passing my stats class so I am totally trying to concentrate on that but its kinda hard since in the mean time I have been burning down my kitchen!!! And not even once but twice has something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/7564007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=7564007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/7564007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/7564007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/12/yo-yo-yo-hey-guys-sorry-about-delay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-6536310</id><published>2001-10-22T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-22T18:51:03.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guys whats up. First of all I have to apologize for not having updated my log in such a long time. I have just been so busy with everything going and I have misterms like up the ass. I feel like I am at the library every night! Even on Friday night I was studying until 1 am! Ok yeah how cool am I!!! Anyways this is my favourite way to release stress and all that energy I have built up inside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/6536310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=6536310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/6536310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/6536310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/10/hey-guys-whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-5533376</id><published>2001-09-07T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-07T00:30:02.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that the minute you finally start to doze off in bed the phone rings? God almighty send down a lightning bolt &amp; kill me now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/5533376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=5533376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5533376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5533376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/09/why-is-it-that-minute-you-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-5533005</id><published>2001-09-07T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-08T09:56:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok I think I better go to sleep now I swear I am starting to hallucinate. The pink elephants are beckoning me to my room!!!sweet dreams :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/5533005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=5533005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5533005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5533005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/09/ok-i-think-i-better-go-to-sleep-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-5532719</id><published>2001-09-06T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-08T09:58:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what's like super annoying? Well I was just eating some cereal a little while ago - Kamut Krisp (the best cereal in the world especiall cuz its organic)   - sorta like cornflakes but healthier-  to be exact oh yeah with organic milk too by the way, but what really sucked was that I ate the cereal before it could get at least a little bit soggy and then the whole big dry flake got stuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/5532719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=5532719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5532719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5532719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/09/you-know-whats-like-super-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-5290261</id><published>2001-08-25T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-25T10:37:24.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - Just in case any of you were wondering, I learnt the hard way that superglue is indeed very, very flammable. : /</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/5290261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=5290261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5290261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5290261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/08/ok-just-in-case-any-of-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-5289525</id><published>2001-08-25T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-08T10:00:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK - one thing I can not stand is prank callers. You guys are just idiots who have no life &amp; way too much time on your hands. Like, what is the point of it? What satisfaction do you get in your meaningless, pitiful life if thats all you have to do in your spare time? Honestly, its really annoying so just stop. - Ok I think I should fill everyone in before they thing I have gone berserk! Since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/5289525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=5289525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5289525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5289525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/08/ok-one-thing-i-can-not-stand-is-prank.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-5280344</id><published>2001-08-24T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-24T17:55:04.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here I am - I promised I would add more about my adventures in the jungles of East Africa! However I should remember to say that these so called "jungles" have been replaced by major fast food chains and shopping malls. So no there are no lions walking around town if you were wondering. Despite my formerly biased opinion of Tanzania, Dar es Salam was a lot of fun! It was weird to run into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/5280344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=5280344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5280344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5280344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/08/well-here-i-am-i-promised-i-would-add.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-5256723</id><published>2001-08-23T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-23T14:38:10.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody!!!! Ok so there are only like 3 peole that read my log on a regular basis but thats ok!! Well I just got back from my trip to DUbai &amp; Dar es Salaam. It was a lot of fun!! But for those of you who know me you will know that there were some unusual circumstances that I faced cuz well... its me and becuz I'm me things just arent normal. Let me start from the beginning. Hmmm where do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/5256723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=5256723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5256723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/5256723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/08/hello-everybody-ok-so-there-are-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-4847156</id><published>2001-08-01T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-01T02:15:05.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright I know I havent update dmy log for quite some time but I just had to get this in. There are sooooo many retarded drivers on the road I honestly dont think I can take it anymore! Its just ridiculous the number of errors people commit without even realizing they have done something wrong! Take for example the people who change lanes but fail to turn off their indicators therefore deceiveing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/4847156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=4847156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/4847156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/4847156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/08/alright-i-know-i-havent-update-dmy-log.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-4352831</id><published>2001-07-02T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-02T23:43:38.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey! I know its been a long time but I was out of town in Vancouver. I had a pretty good time and met some interesting people. Especially in Seattle where this one guy I met who worked at a store in the mall took me to customer service to photocopy my hands cuz I had put henna on them! Yeah I know but trust me to meet people like him! Overall it was pretty decent. Yestday after like 3 yrs I went</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/4352831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=4352831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/4352831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/4352831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/07/hey-i-know-its-been-long-time-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-3848543</id><published>2001-05-29T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-29T18:29:31.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok guys, I just had my final today and yeah - it kicked the crap outta me! Jeeez I really need to pass this class and if I dont I am screwed! So yeah besides being absoloutely exhausted I think I am falling sick :( I mean thats nothing new but dont you just hate those first symptoms you feel when you just start getting sick? -Feeling cold, jittery, shaking - yuck. Anyways I basically have till </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/3848543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=3848543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3848543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3848543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/05/ok-guys-i-just-had-my-final-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-3807437</id><published>2001-05-26T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-26T17:32:24.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guys check this out! - www.kabalarians.com--------------------------------------------------------------------Your first name of Nooreen has made you desire system and order and to progress step by step, yet you are taken into new experiences, turmoil, and change and rarely can you fully complete an undertaking to your satisfaction. You are extremely analytical and sometimes critical of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/3807437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=3807437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3807437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3807437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/05/hey-guys-check-this-out-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-3795651</id><published>2001-05-25T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-25T17:58:22.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Success -  its a journey not a destination, so stop running.Mediocrity - it takes a lot less time and most people won't notice the difference until it's too late.Procrastination - hard work often pays off after time, but laziness always pays off now.Mistakes - it could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others.Losing - if at first you dont succeed, failure may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/3795651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=3795651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3795651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3795651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/05/success-its-journey-not-destination-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-3795554</id><published>2001-05-25T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-25T17:50:26.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>insanity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/3795554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=3795554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3795554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3795554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/05/insanity.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-3783924</id><published>2001-05-24T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-24T21:08:36.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you do when the only one that can make you stop crying is the one that made you start?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/3783924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=3783924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3783924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3783924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/05/what-do-you-do-when-only-one-that-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-3783798</id><published>2001-05-24T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-24T20:57:14.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I was just talking to my friend Mitul when the topic of cell phones came up. For God's sake people there is nothing more annoying then trying to get in touch with someone but they leave their cell phones off. WHY? WHY!!!!!! You know what if you are gonna leave your cell phone off then dont even bother having one in the first place cuz  1) you are just gonna make all your friends really mad, 2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/3783798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=3783798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3783798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3783798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/05/ok-i-was-just-talking-to-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-3779397</id><published>2001-05-24T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-24T15:18:12.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey guys, Have you ever wished you could be in the mafia? I dont know about you but for some reason I really wish that I could be. All those deep, dark secrets, the deception, the mystery . . . I just find it to be captivating. Not to mention if you need someone put in the other realm you wont have a hard time getiing that done he he he. . . Well that's my retarded thought of the day :) I'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/3779397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=3779397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3779397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3779397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/05/hey-guys-have-you-ever-wished-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037540.post-3779374</id><published>2001-05-24T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-24T15:16:36.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey whats up! This is the official start of my log. A lot of people have been telling me to write things down instead of harassing them with my problems. So here I go. I guess its agood way to relieve stress and just contemplate by existence on this earth. Hmm well that about sums it up for now. So keep checking in and I promise to keep updating this. peace - Nooreen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/feeds/3779374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3037540&amp;postID=3779374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3779374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037540/posts/default/3779374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nooreenjinah.blogspot.com/2001/05/hey-whats-up-this-is-official-start-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nooreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476790432818035737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos21.flickr.com/33190587_ea1a483f7c.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
