<?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-5431462</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:30:54.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions Of Jamila</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog where I talk about my dysfunctional life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-106892605575342634</id><published>2003-11-15T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T14:54:36.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, how long has it been now? Almost two months. Sigh, I really don't have much to say. It's Ramazaan now, so I'm fasting. Which is totally cool except for the fact that I get hungry right before it's time to break the fast. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now, I should probably be doing my paper for my women's studies class but I haven't heard from my friend who is editing my rough draft so...I'm writing Seth/Summer smut. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so my new obsession. Like I need another one. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-106892605575342634?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/106892605575342634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/106892605575342634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106892605575342634' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-106302127264307557</id><published>2003-09-08T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T07:41:12.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you ever just wake up one day and know that you're off to a bad start even without you doing anything? Yeah, today is one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly slept at all last night which is funny considering I took medicine that makes you feel drowsy. It feels like I've been up all night and now I am awake at 7:32 this morning for absolutely no reason. I don't have classes today because Monday is classless day but I am wide awake. Tomorrow, when I have an early 8:10 class, I'll be sleepy and tired. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing much better now, don't feel to weak after my brush with the ER. It's funny, I always wanted to know what an ER was like but I just never imagined it would be with me as the patient. I was so out of the whole time that I can barely remember how it all looks and what goes on in hospitals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another downer: I can't eat heavy food. Which sucks because I loved food and a piece of toast without any butter from breakfast sounds less than appetizing. Oh well, c'est la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-106302127264307557?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/106302127264307557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/106302127264307557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106302127264307557' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-106261684566509489</id><published>2003-09-03T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T07:36:05.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow, it's been awhile. Let's see if I remember how to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is officially over. And it really feels like it too here in New Jersey with all the rain. And, it's cold. Gah. Anyway, I guess it's pathetic fallacy or something that brought this bad weather on the same day school started. Which was the 2nd and my birthday. How did that go? I've had better and I've had worse. So I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School on the other hand, is going to be draining. Tuesdays and Fridays are hell since I have four classes back to back. Sheesh. To top it all off, there seems to be a lot of reading and/or writing required for the classes. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Creative Writing I kinda figured there would be. That class was a little...different than I expected. The people who like to write, like me, seem...smarter than I am. It's funny but I feel kinda intimidated by them and we haven't even shared any of our work! There are these kids who write poetry and that's the one thing for the life of me, I cannot write. So, I'm feeling ambivalent about it; half of me is anxious for that class and half of me is dreading it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh I need to get &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;On the Road&lt;/em&gt; by Jack Kerouac from the library sometime soonish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, my goal in life is to marry Adam Brody and have his babies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-106261684566509489?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/106261684566509489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/106261684566509489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106261684566509489' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105725994204610843</id><published>2003-07-03T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T15:21:53.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I write too many fics therefore, I have come to the conclusion that I have no life. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-105725994204610843?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105725994204610843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105725994204610843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105725994204610843' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105681673285883123</id><published>2003-06-28T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T12:12:12.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snapple knowledge: Before mercury, they used brandy in thermometers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am back. Although, I'm not sure how many people knew I was gone. Anyway, I went to Canada for some visa stuff as well as a little vacation stuff and now, it's all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. The eight hour drive to Toronto? I could have done without that. But, I did write a little dialogue from YGA and TCY so I guess that was good. We got to our friend's house at 9:30 and then proceeded to go out for dinner at a Malaysian restaurant. But, unfortunately, it closed by the time we got there. So then we went for Chinese. And no, SARS is not as big a deal as people make it out to be. It's pretty safe, actually. It was really yummy. I love Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Niagara Falls. Since I used to live in Canada, I had been to the Falls an awful lot. But every time you go there, it's always like "Wow, this is amazing." It's just so massive and beautiful and scary that it kind of takes your breath away. We went on the &lt;i&gt;Maid Of The Mist&lt;/i&gt; which is a boat that takes you right up next to the Falls. Well, as far as you can go. You get mighty wet. :) I bought a shot glass from the gift shop to add to my collection. Not that I do shots or anything. No siree.  It's just that my friend got me one from one of her trips and I thought, if I was going to start a collection, I should start one of those. :) Then, later, we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant in a quaint little town nearby called Niagara-on-the-lake. Yes, it seems we have a pretty large craving for Chinese food. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we were going to go downtown to do some shopping but my sisters wanted to go to Niagara again. This time, we sat in a helicopter that took us over the falls. One of the safety guards there was really, really cute. We got a picture taken with him so yay! The helicopter ride was thrilling too. It was my first time in one so...yay again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there is more but I have to so I will blog again later with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-105681673285883123?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105681673285883123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105681673285883123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105681673285883123' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105604455393655041</id><published>2003-06-19T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T13:42:33.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snapple knowledge: If you take all the water from all the swimming pools in the US then you'll fill up all of San Fransisco. I bet you guys didn't know that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today my baby sister graduated from elementary school. Next year, she's a sixth-grader. :) I'm so proud. My kid sister is graduating from high school which to her, hasn't been a big deal until, well, now. I feel like I should graduate from something - from being a bum, I suppose. What's the next step after a bum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the DMV yesterday. I hate those places, always crowded and you have to wait in seperate lines just to fix one problem. It's worse in New Jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the writing front: I started a Trory ficlet because no one stopped me. Hmph. Let's see how I ever get anything finished. I think Christine is rubbing off on me (dirty!). Oh well. It can't get any worse, can it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-105604455393655041?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105604455393655041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105604455393655041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105604455393655041' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105578412406275159</id><published>2003-06-16T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T13:22:04.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snapple knowledge of the day: Beavers were once the size of bears. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to go to the DMV today because it's late now and the DMV is crowded at this time. I hate that. So, tomorrow morning. First thing. Anyway, my friend Dina is coming over to hang out. I think we'll go catch a movie. It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the writing front: I realized that I should probably write down or type up future scenes that pop in my head as soon as I can because, otherwise I forget what I thought of (the dialogue, mostly) if I don't. So last night, I wrote down a scene from YGA that I think it kind of cute. I hope it turns out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying this blogging business. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-105578412406275159?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105578412406275159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105578412406275159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105578412406275159' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105573462496991457</id><published>2003-06-15T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T23:40:16.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lot to say and I should probably using this writing energy to write a fic or something, but whatever. So, yo know what I realized about the summer? I don't learn anything new throughout the course of a day. Well, not everyday at least. And that old adage about learning something new everyday, doesn't really apply. That makes me feel a little down because I figure that there is so much to learn about the universe and stuff that everyday should count, right? Anyway, I was fretting over this in my mind until one morning, I opened a bottle of Snapple and read the fine print on the inside of the cap. It said, "Strawberries are the only fruit where the seeds grow on the outside."  I was like, "Huh. Well, whadda ya know." Then it hit me, all I had to do was open a bottle of Snapple everyday and ta-da! I'd learn something new in the summer. It was very liberating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Father's Day. We usually don't do much/anything for my dad on this occasion (or his birthday) as he's a real hard person to shop for and he's not going to remember to keep the card. So we just wish him a "Happy (insert occasion)!" and kiss him or hug him and be done with it. Sometimes, there's cake. So today, I decided that we should take him to &lt;i&gt;Applebee's&lt;/i&gt; ; a treat from us four kids. It turned out to be nice and he appreciated it. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have to go to the DMV. Sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-105573462496991457?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105573462496991457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105573462496991457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105573462496991457' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105553587666779964</id><published>2003-06-13T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T16:24:36.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Priya is wonderful, isn't she? She made my blog pretty. Susie is a darling because it's her birthday and I made her do all this work and now I feel bad. She tells me not to, but I still do. I love you, Susie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this chapter of YGA. Is seriously killing me. And it's not even supposed to be a transitional one. I can't get it to sound the way I want it. But, I must work on it. There's a big revelation coming up. Although, I'm sure smart people have already figured it out. I'm no good with mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough blogging. I need to write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-105553587666779964?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105553587666779964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105553587666779964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105553587666779964' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105550914766803541</id><published>2003-06-13T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T08:59:07.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I wasn't going to blog or anything until I had a prettier site but today could not have started off any worse, so I must share. It's funny, the day has hardly begun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I slept late last night because, hey, I'm a nineteen year old who doesn't have college so I can sleep whenever I want. Unfortunatley, my Dad doesn't think so. So he kept telling me to go to bed. Whatever. I finally fell asleep at two or something and what did my sister do this morning? She missed her bus. She wakes me up and asks me to drop her off at 7:10. I could say no, but then she'll just keep bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm up, driving with my eyes half closed. The problem with me is, even if my eyelids are droopy, if there are too many thoughts entering my mind at once, chances are I won't be able to fall asleep again because my mind is too alert. This actually never was a problem before. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wide awake and on five hours of sleep. Now, my brother is like, "Oh, I'm going to miss my train, so drop me off so I don't have to park and walk over." God, he thinks he's a king or something. I'm not doing it. My dad can. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now, we are having guests over for lunch and they're going to hang around here all day so I have to be all cheery and nice and hospitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I'm not a morning person. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-105550914766803541?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105550914766803541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105550914766803541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105550914766803541' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105406976274436202</id><published>2003-05-27T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T17:09:22.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Priya is a goddess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431462-105406976274436202?l=illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105406976274436202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5431462/posts/default/105406976274436202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illusionsofjamila.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105406976274436202' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10213333410958027502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5431462.post-105406940062191970</id><published>2003-05-27T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T17:03:20.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Priya! I am a mango. 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