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http://canada.armaniexchange.com/product/mens/stylist+picks/hooded+knit+blazer.do?asc=&sortby=&size=
its armani should i get white or black or not get it at all?

http://canada.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&category%5Fname=outwr%5Fcoats%5Fjackets&product%5Fid=2053411686&Page=1
It’s pleather, I will wear it with something more casual (leggings, heel-less boots, hoodie, tank top and not zip it up)
Thanks

21” from shoulder to hem
http://canada.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&category%5Fname=whatsnew%5Fapp&product%5Fid=2053411686&Page=1
how long is it? when will it end on my body?

its all black, ive never seen it in any other color. but on the hood it has really soft fur, and its light brown, and on the right arm it has a circle patch that has a canadian goose on it. and in writing it says canadian something, i couldnt make out the other word. anyways, i need to find out where to get one in toronto, canada.
= ) thanks

I want to move to Canada (I only know the basics of the french language, so It’d have to be a mainy English speaking population) or America. I love the cold, so it’d be great if it was jacket weather all year round (or at least most of the year). I’m to start university/college soon, so I’ll be needing one of those, and I don’t mind living in a capital city.
Please, no biases because you do or have live(d) there
And no racism.

Hello, my name is Jessica, I’m a grade 10 student, and I’m sick and tired of seeing commercials of children dying in third world countries because of something that can easily be avoided. These kids don’t deserve to be starving all the time, and always sick because of unclean water, and unsanitary houses. If we go outside here in Canada, or the United States, what do we see? We see roads, nice houses, children playing with their friends. What do we see when we look in the mirror? We see our expensive jewelry. We see our new $100 jacket. We see our fancy shoes, and our fancy clothing. We see the rooms we sleep in, go to the bathroom in, and eat in.
Everywhere around us, we see something we spent a lot of money on, but when we see someone with less than us, and we don’t care. We see homeless people on the street, and we look the other way. And when we see commercials on TV, asking us to give just $30 a month to help give a child a home, some food, and some clothing, and what do we do? We change the channel. We don’t care about the people who have less than us. I know some of us see the commercial, and we care. We want those kids to have everything we give our own kids, but it’s too much of a hassle.
Every day we go out, and we buy something. Maybe it’s a coffee, maybe it’s a chocolate bar. It could be a new shirt, or a whole outfit. It might even be a new TV, or a car! So I’m asking this; on Friday, Feb. 20th, I want you not to spend any money on anything you don’t absolutely need. Don’t go out to the mall, don’t stop into Starbuck’s or McDonald’s, or Tim Horton’s.
By doing this, we can raise awareness of people who have less than us, whether it be the children and families in third world countries, or the homeless people on the streets of our own cities.
I’d like you to send this message to as many people as you can. Sending this to ten, five, or even two people each would make a world of a difference. If I send this to ten people, and those ten people send it to ten people, and each of those people send it to ten people, that would be a thousand people! Don’t think you can’t make a difference!
If you have any questions, comments, or complaints, feel free to email me at yuna_818181@yahoo.ca

After hanging up i sprint upstairs and change those dreadful clothes I’ve been wearing and put on something decent i go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face scrubbing all the old make up off, dry it and apply some lip balm and blush for my cheeks i’m not really much of a fan for makeup i just use the basic. Running down stairs i grab my bag and keys and slip out the house. I’m very careful closing the front door I’ve always been sort of paranoid that’s probably why my parents decided it was best for us to move out of this town and go to Montana in the U.S. I was forced to leave my friends and close one’s behind. After all these years i still talk to my best friend Angela, we used to go to the same middle school together we used to sit on the back of the classroom in miss Gilbert’s room talking about this cute boy named Tyler that sat in front of us, we were all almost the same age Tyler and I were twelve Angela was eleven. After four years living in Montana my father past away it took my mom a couple a months to recover because she know we needed her now more than anything but i stile belive that my father is among us watching us from above protecting me I’ll always have him in my heart i love him.Shortly after that we moved back to Hearst, Canada where most of my family lived, we still had the same house in a small town they have told me that strange things happened here while we were gone things have changed and people have moved but i can’t imagine it changed it doesn’t seem like it. [What was that?!] my heart starts racing and my hands harden ready to strike what ever it is. Looking in every direction breathing heavy.Nothing. I paise faster [Clam down probably it was just a bird or cat] Decide to take a shortcut to the store probably not a good idea because it’s thru the woods not my best choice but if i run fast enough no one would be able to catch me. So i start to run struggling to find my balance i feel the sensation that someone is watching me damn! damn! damn! i slow my stride and stop “Okay whoever you are show yourself!”
-silence-
“Coward!”
I keep on running and i glance at my side and realize someone is running with me about a mile away and i come to a halt. “Who are you?” the person come from the tree behind me, i turn to confront him Oh my god! “Crimson eyes” i whisper to my surprise. He is pale but shinning from the sun beaming straight at him from above he’s tall about 6.5″ wearing a big black jacket with a white top inside and black jeans dark, brown hair, with a built body, and full lips that have a agonizing smile “The question is who are you beautiful.”

Hey, i am in trouble, here is my story.
i am an international student from the middle east and i live in Toronto, Canada right now. i arrived here during the summer in July 2008 and when i first came it was hard to find an apartment in the location that suits me the best (downtown). so i ended up sharing an apartment with a black canadian gay man (i am straight). he is renting a 2 bedroom apartment in downtown for 1400 bucks a month and he have an empty room to offer so i told him ill get it (from craigslist). we made a lease between me and him that is gonna end at the 31 of January 2009 (after 20 days). anyways, in the first 2 months its been ok, we didn’t talk that much and both of us just do their own stuff. after a while he became rude to me whenever i ask him about almost anything, one time i asked him about if he saw any mail for me in the mailbox and he was about to eat me alive. after that we kept fighting constantly until we dont even look at each others anymore. then i did a mistake, which is bringing him a gift in christmas cause he was alone and sad and i felt i have to cheer him up since he lives 5 feets away from me. after i gave him the gift we kept talking to each others for a while and then in the 2nd of january after i came from the gym, i saw a yellow paper on the apartment’s door that says “you rent is past due 3000 something dollars” (i dont remember the exact number), i took the paper and put it on the table in the leaving room. in that night i asked him about it and he said “i really dont feel like talking about it!”, i asked him “i am gonna stay here until the end of january without problems right?” he said “dont worry”. after somedays he became drunk and kept screaming “HORNY” and “I WANNA HAVE SEX”. after he got drunk so badly he came to me and tried to touch me softly so i pushed the bastard and told him “if u ever try to do this again, ill kill you and bury you myself!”. he said he was sorry and that he was only joking with me. however that night he called some guy from the internet and cured himself…..
after somedays we didnt talk that much until i bought an amazing fur jacket that i liked so much, i wear it in the apartment and asked him “hey dude what do you think of this?” he told me “now it sucks cause you are wearing it”. after he said this i decided that i should give him a piece of my mind, i told him everything i noticed during my stay with him such as “you dont like anything that your stoopid co*k dont fit in! that why you dont like dogs and cats cause they are too beautiful for you! you should do the world a favour and kill yourself cause all you bring is sadness and misery! etc etc….”. after this he stood up and was about to hit me, i told him “you wanna die go ahead”. then it was his turn to explode and he kept complaining that i dont clean the apartment and that i dont respect him and that i take an hour in the shower sometimes and that means a disrespect for him etc etc…. that happened 2 days ago. yesterday after i came from a friend’s house i saw my christmas gift at my room’s door. then today, 11th of January, just 3 hours ago and before i finished my shower by some minutes, he knocked on the door like he was gonna break it and said “you fu*kin took an hour in the shower, you bi*ch get out!”. i finished my shower and knocked on his door and said “what did you want?”, he screamed at my face with insults and told me “if you make the apartment dirty i am gonna have you kicked out immediately right now! i already made complains about you so you better watch out!”. i told him “i am gonna stay here until the end of this month unless you want to start a war with me”, he came toward me and pushed me telling me “MOVE”, then i exploded with rage and pushed him so hard to the point he went like 5 feets backwards and fell on his back and i told him “DONT FU*KEN TOUCH ME YOU BASTARD OR ILL MAKE THIS YOUR WORST DAY EVER!!! ILL KILL YOU IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT THIS AGAIN!!!” he told me “you will get kicked out”, then i told him “an epic war will start between us, just dare and show some guts by doing it you sick di*khead”. then he went to his room and i went to cook me some breakfast. while i was cooking he told me “dont fu*kin use my dishes or spoons or anything that is mine”, i said “ok” and then i rushed to my laptop to write this.
please help me, if i get kicked out right now its gonna be so hard to find a place for my stuff until the end of this month and i dont have the time these days to do extra stuff, i am already so busy with school, gym and guitar lessons, i rarely come to this cursed place. all i do here is just cook me something, take a shower and sleep 8-6 hours a day. a lot of times i forget to clean the dishes and the pots i cook with but the stoopid guy never knock on my door and told me to do something, all he do is complain and showing me ugly faces. please help me with your advices guys, i am lost and a bit scared right now and i need a legal advice

Yesterday i went out for a night in the town. And gosh damn, i saw this really really beautiful girl. She was French, and i believe i fell for her, and she me also. We talked for hours; it was like the movie Serendipity.
She was so pretty, like a model, 20 years old/im 21. I’m not too shabby myself though.
I couldn’t really understand her, and i didn’t care. I speak a little French (born in Canada- now in Atlanta)
I lost her number because when she left i was so depressed and went drinking. Then i left my jacket which i will never find again. You don’t understand, i am finished with all girls until i find her again.
I’m contemplating going to France and looking for her. Am I foolish? Wouldn’t that be perfect though? I think she was telling me about her family and i have an idea where she is. But then again, is this crazy? She cried when she left, and said i have to call her…I think. You know those French and them weird numbers.
I’ve dated girls before, but not like this.