<?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-4072885573633713824</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:37:10.556+08:00</updated><category term='picspam'/><category term='birthday post'/><category term='appreciation post'/><category term='ai'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='my words'/><title type='text'>yo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janet</name><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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-2263693302462291781</id><published>2009-09-13T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:21:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>Yup, I've come out of my unplanned hiatus only to announce that I've moved. Not that anyone cares. But in case you do...feel free to read through my other posts (aka stalk me, idrc).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2008:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html"&gt;Mar&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html"&gt;Apr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html"&gt;May&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html"&gt;Jun&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html"&gt;Jul&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html"&gt;Aug&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html"&gt;Sep&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html"&gt;Oct&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html"&gt;Nov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html"&gt;Apr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html"&gt;May&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html"&gt;Jun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-2263693302462291781?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2263693302462291781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=2263693302462291781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2263693302462291781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2263693302462291781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4372602666107528797</id><published>2009-06-21T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:14:10.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday post'/><title type='text'>GET IT BENCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; I Was Played - Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;Mood: FUCKING HIGH, LET'S PARTAYY \O/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/43.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: url(http://misc.inexistent.org/sparkle/sparkles/glitter31.gif); color: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-size: 70px; padding: 5px;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRIS ALLEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS MOTHERFUCKER OKAY? No shit. I'll always prefer Adam because that's how I roll, but it doesn't mean I love Kris any less ♥ He's too presh for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/89.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also affectionately called:&lt;/b&gt; Pocket idol, plaidypus, the dark horse, sexy gq motherfucker etc.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;This was supposed to be an epic post, but would I rather hang out at my blog or ontd_ai? Hmm. This is a hard one. Well, I made up my mind! I'll see you there, Chris Allan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4372602666107528797?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4372602666107528797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4372602666107528797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4372602666107528797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4372602666107528797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-it-bench.html' title='GET IT BENCH'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/th_43.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7641269209562477739</id><published>2009-06-20T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:31:48.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Way caught up last week. I went to Disha's house on Tuesday to celebrate her birthday--the rest of us, we surprised her with a chocolate cake but it turned out that her family had already ordered one so Suthan, Angel and I went down to collect it (we were being all secretive and shit) before we surprised her with that one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of just lazed around the next two days--I was planning to do that on Friday, too, but Ruswin demanded that I meet her so we could finish up the Science project. Unfortunately she forgot to bring the laptop cable so after we used it for about half an hour (we were still stuck at our first ppt slide) the battery died and we just kind of settled ourselves down in the library till 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's today. Tbh, this week wouldn't have been nearly as boring if my dad was better, but he has been sick for two weeks even though his temperature is completely normal, idk idk. So what I'm doing now is being a couch potato and watching Abiyum Naanum. Another Glambert-like epic post will be coming this way tomorrow *wink wink nudge nudge* If you already know what what day tomorrow is you'd know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/73.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7641269209562477739?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7641269209562477739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7641269209562477739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7641269209562477739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7641269209562477739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-caught-up-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/th_73.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-508038480533195639</id><published>2009-06-15T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:36:14.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars when you shine, you know how I feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Arial'&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt; Dawn Of The Dead – Does It Offend You Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;Cautiously Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to create a blog post using Word. Blogging would be so much easier if this worked—well, except for the fact that I &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;messing around with html. I haven't played around with css for such a long time, and I'm starting to miss it &lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; Huh, automatic smileys? I don't know if this will appear in the post, but…ah well. I'm getting terribly redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To make this post a little more useful/interesting (I can't find the right word atm…seriously, I think I'm either losing my memory or my sense of vocabulary)…I'm fucking excited for the Deadpool movie. Seriously, Idc if it takes 5 years to come out. The fact that Ryan Reynolds is taking charge of it itself makes me happy. He's obviously a Deadpool fan (aka one of us) so hopefully the film won't stray much from comicverse. AND HOPEFULLY FOX DOESN'T TOUCH IT. I want Marvel to take the film, dammit. Look how good The Incredible Hulk and Iron Man turned out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-508038480533195639?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/508038480533195639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=508038480533195639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/508038480533195639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/508038480533195639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/stars-when-you-shine-you-know-how-i.html' title='Stars when you shine, you know how I feel.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-3701560651545803658</id><published>2009-06-14T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:17:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHVy6Tvmo28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHVy6Tvmo28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute! And damn, such amazing parents. Not to mention a girl who doesn't look a day over five and a boy of maybe three years, give or take a few months, whom both have fantastic taste in music--much better than of half the people over, oh, I don't know, the age of thirteen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry little guy, you're not the only one who was grief-stricken that night :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-3701560651545803658?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3701560651545803658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=3701560651545803658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3701560651545803658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3701560651545803658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/awwwww.html' title='Awwwww!'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1963564027903825463</id><published>2009-06-11T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:19:41.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; I Got This - Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Oficially on a cloud of &lt;s&gt;rain&lt;/s&gt;glambows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY OTHER POSTS TO THE LEFT, BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? (AND I'M ALREADY A DAY LATE FOR THIS BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY LESS EXCITING.) ADAM LAMBERT IS GAY!!!! ZOMG, YES, DIDN'T YOU HEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I think anyone with half a brain already knew Adam was gay from the moment he stepped into the audition room. The only reason anyone would've denied he was gay was if a) they're homophobic but love Adam's voice or b) they're tween fangirls and desperately wish they stood a chance with him (which, as much as I hate to break it to them, wouldn't happen in a million years even if he was 100% straight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the one or two people who honestly believed he was heterosexual, we seriously need to chip in some cash to get you at least a secondhand gaydar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honey, these are the least scandalous of his pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/8.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what I've said above, I'm still happy that he finally announced it openly--on Rolling Stones, no less. It's quite possibly his most entertaining interview. His parents' reactions to his homosexuality definitely made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam's father Eber caught his 13-year-old son looking at gay pornography on the family computer, and turned to his wife and said 'It's official.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favourite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I loved it this season when girls went crazy for me. As far as I'm concerned, it's all hot. Just because I'm not sticking it in there doesn't mean that I don't find it beautiful."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should make a macro of him with that last line as a marquee. EPIC, OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/39.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this HBIC, I really do. Another thing I want to clear up while we're on the subject of Adam Lambert is--he's not gothic. He's a &lt;i&gt;glam rocker&lt;/i&gt;, for Freddie Mercury's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;Uncanny resemblance to Ashton Kutcher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;...and now Joe Jonas *shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm already spamming this post with pictures, another few wouldn't hurt. All those girls who like Edward Cullen and his ~dazzles~, I know Adam would be as far from their type as possible. But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/81.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fierce bitch &lt;i&gt;ejaculates&lt;/i&gt; glitter. Take that, you 100-year-old virgin fool of a ~vampire~. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, but I'm getting way sidetracked by his beauty...let's go back to the Rolling Stones interview. Now, I've already been saying that Adam and Kris have had a lot of sexual tension during the whole season, and even if they're not acting on it, they're definitely crushing on each other, but every time I bring this up, people give me weird looks (hell, when &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; people give me weird looks?). Well, HA FUCKING HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I was like, 'Oh, shit, they put me with the cute guy.' Distracting! He's the one guy that I found attractive in the whole group on the show: nice, nonchalant, pretty and totally my type – except that he has a wife. I mean, he's open-minded and liberal, but he's definitely 100 percent straight."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly squeed when I read this. Well, all except the last part about Kris being completely straight. Now &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; made me go, "orly?". It's not like Kris has never dressed up in drag before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure this picture pretty much speaks for itself. But I'm straying from the point again! I'm not here to discuss Kris' sexuality D: Anyway, as I was saying...I love that Adam admitted his crush to the whole world like it was no big deal (although there's no way of knowing if his boyfriend sexed him up rough that night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of the same thing when you're in a class, isn't it? I love it when people admit they've a crush on someone openly. Hell, I do it all the time. I think I make it pretty fucking clear when I like someone. I don't see the point of hiding it, tbh. You know how people say when you love someone, you've got to tell them? I think it applies to all feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not go in too deep (unless it's Adam we're talking about, &lt;i&gt;unf&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to end this post, I'll leave you with Kradam (aka the adorableness that is Kris and Adam):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/33.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/38.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1963564027903825463?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1963564027903825463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1963564027903825463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1963564027903825463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1963564027903825463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-this-adam-lambert-mood-oficially.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/ai/th_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-3924646215584418626</id><published>2009-06-08T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:25:32.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sell your soul for rock 'n' roll, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Sell Your Soul - Hollywood Undead&lt;br /&gt;Mood: ~Full~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's right, what you see here (or don't since this place is mostly deserted) is a new blogskin. No navigations, nothing, just posts and archives. I want this to feel a little less perez hilton, a little more personal journal (oh hai FOB reference, I hope I see you less).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's new is my haircut. I wanted to try something ~wild~ but it's actually way too short for my liking, and trust me, you can't even understand what I mean by short over here. Hopefully it wouldn't look half bad after it grows out in two weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched How To Lose Friends And Alienate People. It was quite funny, but I guess you'd have to have a certain sense of humor to really get it. I mean, it's a British film, so obviously it's crude and sarcastic. Speaking of, I feel like watching Skins again...for Luke Pasqualino, at least :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-3924646215584418626?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3924646215584418626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=3924646215584418626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3924646215584418626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3924646215584418626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/sell-your-soul-for-rock-n-roll-baby.html' title='sell your soul for rock &apos;n&apos; roll, baby!'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-6971491175234315156</id><published>2009-06-06T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:16:33.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't done one of these things in a long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Show You How - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Anxious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;1) Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;2) Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3) Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4) For every question, type the song that's playing.&lt;br /&gt;5) When you go to a new question, press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQhq9T50Pb4"&gt;No Spell - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XC2mqcMMGQ"&gt;A-Punk - Vampire Weekend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day of School: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWdR3s_033w"&gt;West Coast Smoker - Fall Out Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xakb_lC8_f8"&gt;Midnight Show - The Killers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmyeRsNWnxI"&gt;Give 'Em Hell, Kid - My Chemical Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break-Up Song: &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/coppertone-lyrics-the-academy-is.html"&gt;Coppertone - The Academy Is...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Q-kkvEoS7I"&gt;Quarantine - Phantom Planet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUmzGl0zy4k"&gt;Mad World - Adam Lambert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9U7njGhnHg"&gt;Tricks Of The Trade - The Goodnight Anthem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laiROGvrWMM"&gt;Thinking Of You - Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of a Child: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nL9IUezS2Nc"&gt;Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOLvv3Wf0JM"&gt;Murder City - Green Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-wGMlSuX_c"&gt;The Fear - Lily Allen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Death: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Td0AqnIJ0Lo"&gt;L.G. Fuad - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIa3FaKtsws"&gt;The Ballad Of Paul K - McFly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36U4ez7AzKA"&gt;Your Hand In Mine - Explosions In The Sky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good luck to Pooja, whatever she's doing right now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-6971491175234315156?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6971491175234315156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=6971491175234315156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6971491175234315156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6971491175234315156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-havent-done-one-of-these-things-in.html' title='I haven&apos;t done one of these things in a long time.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4190004950361745753</id><published>2009-06-05T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:25:48.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/Sikd6zXOcSI/AAAAAAAAASs/DsW3IvPAkVU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/Sikd6zXOcSI/AAAAAAAAASs/DsW3IvPAkVU/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343835328909046050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Pete! He can be an annoying douchebag at times, but face it, the world wouldn't be the same without him :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a side note, happy birthday to Sébastien Lefebvre from Simple Plan, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4190004950361745753?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4190004950361745753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4190004950361745753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4190004950361745753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4190004950361745753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-pete-he-can-be-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/Sikd6zXOcSI/AAAAAAAAASs/DsW3IvPAkVU/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-3263768752665982583</id><published>2009-06-01T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:37:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnZE1jo9EbQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnZE1jo9EbQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Perez is only an annoying bitch for &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of the time. The truth is, this girl in the video, she knows more than 90% of the people I know. And this kid is actually aware of what she's talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-3263768752665982583?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3263768752665982583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=3263768752665982583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3263768752665982583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3263768752665982583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-god-perez-is-only-annoying-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-140603171977370861</id><published>2009-05-30T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:03:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know you, but I want you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Falling Slowly (Studio Version) - Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Calm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;School holidays have officially started! Not the best school day yesterday, but us six musketeers went to Laveena's, especially since she's going to India for the holidays :( I'll miss her, but at least the others will still be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnp8TfQOUzc"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; makes me want to mess around with photoshop for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, regarding the Archie comics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SiFKATO4sXI/AAAAAAAAASk/oN0RgaF_C78/s1600-h/archie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SiFKATO4sXI/AAAAAAAAASk/oN0RgaF_C78/s320/archie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341632002061283698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I didn't know the series was still going on and 2) I never thought they'd actually choose between Veronica and Betty. Although since there are six parts, there'll probably be some kind of chaos and Archie wouldn't get married to Ron after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Tired, but I finally rented Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging, and I need to watch it &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;. More on the film once I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-140603171977370861?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/140603171977370861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=140603171977370861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/140603171977370861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/140603171977370861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-you-but-i-want-you.html' title='I don&apos;t know you, but I want you.'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SiFKATO4sXI/AAAAAAAAASk/oN0RgaF_C78/s72-c/archie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4738987299889700233</id><published>2009-05-26T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:32:41.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it's true, or everything that matters breaks in two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Another Heart Calls (feat. The Pierces) - The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Pissed Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;June holidays? Yeah, right. I think it should be called June go-fuck-yourself-because-there's-no-way-you'll-manage-to-finish-the-shitload-of-things-in-your-schedule days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I've to be the emcee for the 3rd day of the Canberra's Day ceremony (which goes by a long ass name that not even the hosts can remember) along with Benjamin. My friends and I also had to film "A Day In The Life Of A Canberran" which is supposed to be shown at the ceremony, and which really put me in a bad mood because &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people were being complete dicks those few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the Science Project that contributes to 20% of my CA2 marks, or the GMAC project which I'm going to be epic fail at because my biology sucks eggs. Hell, all my sciences suck. MCQ isn't that bad, but when it comes to theory and application...that's when you really know how little I understood about the topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I'll be fucked if anyone expects me to turn up for anything on the 24th/25th of June, because I've to watch Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen and I've no other time to do it and yes it's important because it's the sequel to the most awesome action film ever and if you enjoy movies like Shark Boy And Lava Girl you probably have no idea what I'm talking about but what matters is that this film is a priority for me and holy shit Megan Fox is going to be sexier than usual although Shia will still be that Even Stevens guy in my eyes and isn't this hard to read? SEE HOW INCOHERENT I BECOME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only movie I'm more excited for than this is Half Blood Prince, and that's only being released on the 16th of July so it shouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I still can't believe only two or three people in my class read Harry Potter. I mean, that's okay, even, but there are people who actually &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; Harry Potter. That's kind of unbelievable. That's like saying you hate Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just lost the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4738987299889700233?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4738987299889700233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4738987299889700233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4738987299889700233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4738987299889700233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-its-true-or-everything-that-matters.html' title='Say it&apos;s true, or everything that matters breaks in two.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4568628349481949756</id><published>2009-05-23T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:19:24.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Pandora Kiss Miss Tragedy - Chapeau Claque&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a personality test. Usually these things are stereotypical and way off, but after looking through several results I've decided this one is legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm type &lt;b&gt;ENFP&lt;/b&gt; - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENFPs generally have the following traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Project-oriented&lt;br /&gt;    * Bright and capable&lt;br /&gt;    * Warmly, genuinely interested in people; great people skills&lt;br /&gt;    * Extremely intuitive and perceptive about people&lt;br /&gt;    * Able to relate to people on their own level&lt;br /&gt;    * Service-oriented; likely to put the needs of others above their own&lt;br /&gt;    * Future-oriented&lt;br /&gt;    * Dislike performing routine tasks&lt;br /&gt;    * Need approval and appreciation from others&lt;br /&gt;    * Cooperative and friendly&lt;br /&gt;    * Creative and energetic&lt;br /&gt;    * Well-developed verbal and written communication skills&lt;br /&gt;    * Natural leaders, but do not like to control people&lt;br /&gt;    * Resist being controlled by others&lt;br /&gt;    * Can work logically and rationally - use their intuition to understand the goal and work backwards towards it&lt;br /&gt;    * Usually able to grasp difficult concepts and theories &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possible Career Paths for the ENFP:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Consultant&lt;br /&gt;    * Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;    * Entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;    * Actor&lt;br /&gt;    * Teacher&lt;br /&gt;    * Counselor&lt;br /&gt;    * Politician / Diplomat&lt;br /&gt;    * Writer / Journalist&lt;br /&gt;    * Television Reporter&lt;br /&gt;    * Computer Programmer, Systems Analyst, or Computer Specialist&lt;br /&gt;    * Scientist&lt;br /&gt;    * Engineer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most compatible with &lt;b&gt;INTJ&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;INFJ&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/ENFP.html"&gt;ENFP&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/ENFP_rel.html"&gt;their relationships&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt; take the quiz &lt;a href="http://sminds.com/cgi-bin/mbti.pl"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4568628349481949756?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4568628349481949756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4568628349481949756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4568628349481949756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4568628349481949756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/05/pandora-kiss-miss-tragedy-chapeau.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7890591496828775142</id><published>2009-05-19T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:49:16.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late, but I simply can't overlook this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Mad World (Studio Version) - Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Enthusiastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/2-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DBLAISE :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7890591496828775142?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7890591496828775142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7890591496828775142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7890591496828775142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7890591496828775142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-late-but-i-simply-cant-overlook.html' title='A day late, but I simply can&apos;t overlook this.'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/th_2-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-8877571558910795009</id><published>2009-05-17T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:00:58.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Heartless (Live) - Kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/21.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become so boring that you start plagiarizing yourself. And honey, even that line isn't original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-8877571558910795009?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8877571558910795009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=8877571558910795009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8877571558910795009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8877571558910795009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-yesterday.html' title='So yesterday.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1096735834511758494</id><published>2009-05-13T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:14:28.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship feat Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Fucking relieved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On a lighter note, exams are over. The only papers that actually put me down were Bio Paper 2 and A Math, both of which don't actually matter in my post-exam ethereal zone where the only things that exist are me, this laptop, my copy of Batman: Arkham Asylum and an endless supply of coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you honestly be surprised if I was talking about the drug?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1096735834511758494?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1096735834511758494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1096735834511758494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's mad, but if the world were ending&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss me or just leave me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://anr0.livejournal.com"&gt;anr0&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-5373129526373696229?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5373129526373696229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=5373129526373696229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5373129526373696229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5373129526373696229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-know-what-im-seeing.html' title='Do you know what I&apos;m seeing?'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-488944348088983893</id><published>2009-05-05T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:39:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late, but...</title><content type='html'>RIP Adam Cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-488944348088983893?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-5625026824355348149</id><published>2009-05-01T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:51:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're writing your tragedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, On shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Save your title as the name of the first song.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have fun!&lt;/blockquote&gt;If someone says 'are you okay' you say?&lt;br /&gt;Ur So Gay - Katy Perry &lt;i&gt;Lmao, I'm sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Wasted Youth - All The Right Moves &lt;i&gt;Head on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Shattered Glass - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Open Happiness - Butch Walker Mix &lt;i&gt;So true! Geez, people should really smile more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Narcolepsy - Lunar Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Space Olympics - The Lonely Island &lt;i&gt;Take that Phelps!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep - OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;This Is Your Life - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;I Can Wait Forever - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Touch Me, Tease Me - A Day Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Save You - Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Razor - New Years Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Acoustic Romance - A Kiss Could Be Deadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Do It Alone - 3OH!3 &lt;i&gt;Trufax.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Girls Do What They Want - The Maine &lt;i&gt;Can't have said it better myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;It's Warmer In The Basement - Cobra Starship &lt;i&gt;I swear I'm not stalking anyone right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;If The Suspense Doesn't Kill Us, Something Else Will... - The Getaway Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Take A Step Back - Every Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Addicted To Me - The Click Five &lt;i&gt;LOL NOT TRUE OKAY.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Headfirst Slide Into Coopestown On A Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;The Enemy - The White Tie Affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;Three Wishes - The Pierces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;High Hopes In Velvet Ropes - The Cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;Pour Yourself A Drink - The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the one thing you regret?&lt;br /&gt;You Got - Melee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day &lt;i&gt;Oh dear god.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Your Lover Too - Robert Pattinson &lt;i&gt;Maybe because he's really not meant to sing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever get married?&lt;br /&gt;Never Gonna Happen - Lily Allen &lt;i&gt;What's depressing is that Lily Allen is right most of the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You - Muse &lt;i&gt;I'll take that as a yes :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;We Say Summer - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts right now?&lt;br /&gt;Dropped - Phantom Planet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-5625026824355348149?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5625026824355348149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=5625026824355348149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5625026824355348149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5625026824355348149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-writing-your-tragedy.html' title='You&apos;re writing your tragedy.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7494460472225087059</id><published>2009-04-21T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:52:46.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbUR0SRceD0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbUR0SRceD0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROCK VERSION OF LIL WAYNE'S LOLLIPOP.&lt;/b&gt; Omg I can't stop listening to this song :') It's fucking addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's Earth Day! Just contribute a pledge--a simple one, like promising to recycle. Ngl, I love movements. I think I might repeat the Earth Hour tomorrow (maybe for the whole night if no one minds). Interesting thing is tomorrow is also Lennin's birthday, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band Recommendation:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mercymercedes"&gt;Mercy Mercedes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sounds Like:&lt;/i&gt; Forever The Sickest Kids, The Cab...most powerpop bands really, only they're better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7494460472225087059?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7494460472225087059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7494460472225087059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7494460472225087059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7494460472225087059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-version-of-lil-waynes-lollipop.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-2403464738509018222</id><published>2009-04-16T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:12:20.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skins me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg you guys, I laughed till my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 day&lt;/b&gt; to day of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-2403464738509018222?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2403464738509018222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=2403464738509018222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2403464738509018222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2403464738509018222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-you-guys-i-laughed-till-my-stomach.html' title='Skins me up!'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-8938993833033729791</id><published>2009-04-13T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:48:51.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/52.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153 days too late. hi everyone :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-8938993833033729791?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8938993833033729791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=8938993833033729791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8938993833033729791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8938993833033729791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/04/153-days-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/gifs/th_52.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-8845616292978807741</id><published>2009-04-13T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:19:55.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Can't stop, won't stop, I must be dreaming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; I Must Be Dreaming - The Maine&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Pumped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;FACT: About​ the perso​n you fell harde​st for?&lt;br /&gt;He's also loved by about a million other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT:​​​ Happe​ned at 9:00 am today​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I was in English class trying hard to keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU: Learn​ed somet​hing new this week?​​​&lt;br /&gt;You've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST:​​​ Food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Fried rice with chicken nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE​: Did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU: Excit​ed about​ anyth​ing today​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just got into Skins Season 3, and it's &lt;i&gt;awesome.&lt;/i&gt; I'll be off to see Freddie soon &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMET​HING:​​​ You do when you are mad or upset​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I visit fbr_t, or I blast The Last Shadow Puppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU: Delet​e peopl​e off of myspa​ce?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't add them if I wanted to delete them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOR​ITE:​​​ Drink​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Coke, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU: Cry at all today​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE​:​​​ Somet​hing you want to tell someo​ne?​​​&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I've yet to say to countless people. At the rate I'm going, they won't be anything other than infamous last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS: The last perso​n you talke​d to last night​ befor​e bed?&lt;br /&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU: Miss someo​ne?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Not right now, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU USE: An alarm​ clock​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Rofl, I'm not a light sleeper, so I never wake up to the alarm. My parents have to wake me up for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU: Socia​l or antis​ocial​ perso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I fall somewhere in the middle. Whether I'm a people person really depends on my mood. Most things do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU TRUST​:​​​ Anyon​e?​​​&lt;br /&gt;To certain degrees. Sometimes it's easier to spill your secrets to a complete stranger, but it doesn't mean you trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WERE YOU DOING​:​​​ At 5 in the morni​ng?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT:​​​ Are you liste​ning to?&lt;br /&gt;Everything I Ask For - The Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY:​​​ Girls​ would​ you just love to shoot​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I'd shoot everyone in the world--including me--if I could. Victims of enhanced mass murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU: Have a best frien​d of the oppos​ite sex that you can tell every​thing​ to?&lt;br /&gt;I used to. Everything nowadays is a &lt;i&gt;used to&lt;/i&gt;. I wish for my past back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO: Was the last guy you talke​d to on the phone​ today​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO: You have any plans​ for tomor​row?​​&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I've school and CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIE​VE:​​​ That if you want somet​hing bad enoug​h you'​​​ll get it?&lt;br /&gt;If you're driven enough to give up absolutely &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAS ANYON​E:​​​ Told you latel​y that they would​ alway​s be there​ for you?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS: The last thing​ you did befor​e you went to bed last night​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I watched How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS:​​​ Year the best year of your life?​​​&lt;br /&gt;So far, it doesn't look like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMET​HING:​​​ You'​​​re looki​ng forwa​rd to this month​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;DOS, my sister's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU: Ever been to an art museu​m?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'​​​S MOST:​​​ Stres​sful right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Something that's stressful to any average teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU: Get a full 8 hours​ of sleep​ last night​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU: Ever gotte​n alcoh​ol poiso​ning?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even gotten drunk yet. Let's take it one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU: In a good mood today​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU: Curre​ntly frust​rated​ with a boy or girl?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I can name enough people to be unable to count them with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ONLY HAD:​​​$​​​100 in your walle​t,​​​ what would​ you spend​ it on?&lt;br /&gt;Concert tickets, bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-8845616292978807741?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8845616292978807741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=8845616292978807741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8845616292978807741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8845616292978807741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-stop-wont-stop-i-must-be-dreaming.html' title='Can&apos;t stop, won&apos;t stop, I must be dreaming.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-5641622318050977393</id><published>2008-11-27T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:00:31.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me how to lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Spooked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, if I hear &lt;i&gt;Turn Around, Look At Me&lt;/i&gt; by The Vogues one more time, I'll take off faster than you can say Final Destination 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally started watching Heroes, lol, although only because I've nothing else to do. The plot bores me, and Claire's brain looks gross :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, also, if anyone's still reading this: SCRAM. Honestly, see this thing? It's &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah. I figured my last post should be epic, so obviously this isn't it. All I'm saying is, if you're still interested in keeping touch, you can reach me at &lt;a href="http://hurricane.livejournal.com"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this song is actually epic, unlike Sex On Fire which has been over-commercialized, y/y?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-5641622318050977393?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5641622318050977393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=5641622318050977393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5641622318050977393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5641622318050977393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/11/show-me-how-to-lie.html' title='Show me how to lie.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-9122360252674476465</id><published>2008-10-21T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:27:17.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So. Exam results.</title><content type='html'>English - A2 (70)&lt;br /&gt;MT - A2 (74)&lt;br /&gt;Maths - A1 (86)&lt;br /&gt;Science - A1 (91)&lt;br /&gt;History - A2 (72)&lt;br /&gt;Geography - C5 (55)&lt;br /&gt;Literature - D7 (45)&lt;br /&gt;Art - B3 (67)&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics - A2 (73)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only for SA2, but here ya go. Humanities are way weak, but I'm glad my core subjects are top. Highest in class for English, Maths &amp; Science, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely taking triple Sci and History. I'm taking the very two subjects that I've sworn off in Sec 1, so god bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-9122360252674476465?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9122360252674476465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=9122360252674476465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/9122360252674476465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/9122360252674476465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-exam-results.html' title='So. Exam results.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4903823816963034514</id><published>2008-10-09T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:22:28.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my words'/><title type='text'>Because sometimes, three words are enough.</title><content type='html'>The words are put on loop and repeated.&lt;br /&gt;It's only an overused line.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't tasteful the first, what's going to change this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that was the mistake.&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't lose it's beauty--it never had a fragrance to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;Never a beat that pulled you in, no feelings, no tears of mirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is unexpected. Bad. The opposite of everything you stood for.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you've never taken a proper stand and you wish you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exterior breaks and your momentum sways.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lived up to your facade.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are incoherent, somehow rushed.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips are a thin line, your body's flushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sit still, surprised I even managed to get inside.&lt;br /&gt;Honey, your heart's on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4903823816963034514?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4903823816963034514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4903823816963034514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4903823816963034514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4903823816963034514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-sometimes-three-words-are.html' title='Because sometimes, three words are enough.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-2989687764835519690</id><published>2008-10-07T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:13:14.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say that kid she's got soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Kiss My Sass - Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Procrastinative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm trying to find out if I'm sassy according to what wikipedia states. Sass here does not mean lively and/or stylish, apparently, but rude (ROFLWUT?). So let's see how many of the below crimes of etiquette I've committed. The affirmative ones have been italicized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sassy Speech:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sarcastic remarks intended to flagellate.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Words of disagreement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any attempt at inciting conflict.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking in false tongues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being bossy and commandatious, especially when out of station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imitating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using harmful/unkind words and/or actions to express extreme hate or dislike to the object of your contempt.&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sassy Body Actions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expelling flatulence in the presence of others &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nose, ear, or belly button picking in public &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cutting or biting finger or toe nails in public&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scratching private parts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Putting elbows on the table&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Putting feet up or sitting back on a chair to "relax"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Groaning when someone tries to speak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Putting feet on a chair when someone is sitting in the chair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yawning or coughing/sneezing without covering one's mouth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sniffing your own armpits or crotch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sniffing someone else's armpits or crotch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wiggling your bottom towards someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revealing your bare backside to someone else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pointing towards a person (especially with one's middle finger)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sassy Eating Habits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eating before others are seated or have been served&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neglecting to use proper utensils when handling food&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Failure to use napkins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Licking the plate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slurping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eating too fast/Stuffing oneself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking excessive food from a buffet, especially at a reception &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing a hat at the food table (unless it is someone's religious belief or cultural practice) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eating in the street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chewing with one's mouth open&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chewing or disposing of gum where doing so is inappropriate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noisemaking/Disturbance:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harassment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shouting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arguing in public&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slamming a door or window&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Playing loud music or television&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waking up others when not otherwise instructed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Failure to keep quiet where generally expected (eg. Use of a mobile phone in an environment where a reasonable degree of quiet is expected (such as a restaurant), or failing to place the phone on vibrate or silent mode when call(s) are expected)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Illegal Acts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Littering&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking in public &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Threatening/Assault &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eavesdropping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exhibitionism (a crime when in public) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mooning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vandalism&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it, ladies and gentleman. This girl's bringing sassy &lt;i&gt;back&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-2989687764835519690?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2989687764835519690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=2989687764835519690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2989687764835519690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2989687764835519690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-say-that-kid-shes-got-soul.html' title='They say that kid she&apos;s got soul.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1478382821358488640</id><published>2008-10-06T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:13:26.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascading across the bed and you are mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; After The Last Midtown Show - The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Contemplative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Someone asked me what I want from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live. I want to learn, go through adolescence, make mistakes, get past phases, have bad hair days, have people laugh &lt;i&gt;at&lt;/i&gt; me, have people laugh because of me, sleep through History lessons, sweat during Phys Ed, stay back after school with my friends just for the sake of it, create a band because it's fun, sleep late because I'm having a House marathon, watch NC16/M18 movies even if I'm not allowed to yet, get drunk, smoke my first (and last) cigarette just so I can make a face and throw it away, pretend I'm going through a emo/scene phase, wear a dress during Halloween, and just. Live. There's so much more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life might not give you anything, but you can achieve so much from it. Everything comes at a price, and I want to pay my share, because right now, me being happy...it makes me feel guilty all over again. No one wants to be happy if they don't deserve to. And I sure as hell don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll carry on. I want to continue penning down my scraps of thoughts, write countless drabbles, share my lyrical lies. And maybe I'm not gifted and my words don't thread theirselves into your souls and leave a mark forever, but I'm still going to do it because I'm unthreading these very words and etching them into this electronic piece of junk which I'll look back at one day and say, "Hey, this is what I used to do as a kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much more from life than what I have and today, today I'll actually do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, anything that gives me an excuse to procrastinate, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1478382821358488640?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1478382821358488640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1478382821358488640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1478382821358488640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1478382821358488640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/cascading-across-bed-and-you-are-mine.html' title='Cascading across the bed and you are mine.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-5658956378842887614</id><published>2008-10-05T11:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:03:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So be it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Every once in a month I start to ponder about my clothes--which ones should I keep, which ones should I throw out, which ones are age-appropriate, which ones are too slutty, which ones are too conservative, which ones are just impulse-buys...and then I remember, fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. So I think about PATD instead. They're a form of beauty so dangerous that they've to alter themselves every six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they're not enough to satisfy me, my thoughts scatter all over the unfinished masterpiece that is FBR. Cobra Starship has proved to be extremely entertaining over the past few weeks, what with Gabe flooding his twitter and blowing everyone's mobiles ;) I really hope his throat is better now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://www.raziasshadow.com/"&gt;Razia's Shadow&lt;/a&gt; has pretty much left me speechless. I might be just another fangirl who flocked over to this new brand of music merely because of an overdose of Decaydance (especially to all those devoted Forgive Durden fans) and there's nothing I can do to change that because I know the feeling. All those people who claim they're hardcore Panic fans because they listen to NITA simply tick me off, even more than those who think the song is about drugs (lol wtf). But hey, I'm just listening. -throws hands up in surrender- Besides, I'm definitely buying the album because I strongly suspect that Pallis is Brendon Urie's alter-ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of waiting for things to be released, I really Junjou Romantica right now. Something to calm me down a little before I sit down and start seriously mugging for Science tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-5658956378842887614?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5658956378842887614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=5658956378842887614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5658956378842887614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5658956378842887614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-be-it.html' title='So be it.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4895112669715660769</id><published>2008-09-21T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:14:36.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, baby, baby, your good old days have died.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Space Invaders - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Complacent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net" title="Quick, Accurate IQ Test"&gt;&lt;img height="100" width="200" border="0" src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l149.gif" alt="Quick, Accurate IQ Test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="Quick, Accurate IQ Test" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net"&gt;Quick, Accurate IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I'll get top for streaming? :/ I hate exams. Well, no, going inside the exam room and writing it is actually pretty easy. It's the mugging and last-minute revision that I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I've decided to procrastinate further. Another sign of slight ADHD. At least when I'm taking the Impossible Quiz, I use logic, right? Develops my brain and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it's like a hundred degrees Out There. No way I'm going outside instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, maybe I'll keep myself occupied with photoshop. Idk, I haven't touched that for ages. But I've to pen down this Ryden plot bunny first \O/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4895112669715660769?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4895112669715660769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4895112669715660769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4895112669715660769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4895112669715660769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-baby-baby-your-good-old-days-have.html' title='Baby, baby, baby, your good old days have died.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-8814800665846386644</id><published>2008-09-09T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:43:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you holding back like the way I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Crush - David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;Mood: ROFL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Right, watch &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtCqRYzr0YY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7t2ZkkABm4"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I LOL'd so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-8814800665846386644?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8814800665846386644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=8814800665846386644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8814800665846386644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8814800665846386644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-holding-back-like-way-i-do.html' title='Are you holding back like the way I do?'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-6259906427848368520</id><published>2008-09-02T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:51:55.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of you and that smile that you give to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; First Try - Brendon Urie&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This song is so beautiful :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've decided to return to blogging. I bet you all thought I slipped and died in some alley, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-6259906427848368520?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6259906427848368520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=6259906427848368520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6259906427848368520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6259906427848368520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dream-of-you-and-that-smile-that-you.html' title='I dream of you and that smile that you give to me.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-6109324824856777625</id><published>2008-08-16T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:15:41.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>\O/</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Harry Potter Husband Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Mrs. Weasley Twin&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your perfect HP man is Fred and/or George Weasley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/15108302035250907513.jpeg" width="350" height="594" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;Laughter is important to you.  You want a guy who's never boring, who can always put a smile on your face, and who can pull the best of pranks and never get caught.  Or possibly two such guys.  Because let's face it, they're pretty much a two-fer.  You get one, you get both.  Even if one of them's only a friend, he'll still be around so much you'll feel like you're married to him, too.  Sure, they may not seem like the most mature guys in the world, in a traditional sense, but just ask them about their business plan.  When they drive you nuts by relentlessly testing their latest inventions on you, you can console youself with that huge stack of cash and dragon-leather jacket.  Besides, you know you're powerless against those stereo smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-harry-potter-husband-test"&gt;Take The Harry Potter Husband Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-6109324824856777625?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6109324824856777625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=6109324824856777625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6109324824856777625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6109324824856777625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/08/o.html' title='\O/'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-8448172459599075413</id><published>2008-08-15T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:59:40.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we could start again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Homecoming - Kanye West ft. Chris Martin&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished watching Skins S1! And it's just. Oh god. I want to start on the second series so much, but I'm feeling really tired at the moment. Plus, I've neck pain :/ I can't even turn my neck properly, and I've a huge problem while trying to lie down. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKWK_NMrFqI/AAAAAAAAANY/fZjzggSEiKI/s1600-h/MaxxieOliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKWK_NMrFqI/AAAAAAAAANY/fZjzggSEiKI/s320/MaxxieOliver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234742960367277730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKWK_C6DRiI/AAAAAAAAANg/rV9EuYUXK7s/s1600-h/ChrisMiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKWK_C6DRiI/AAAAAAAAANg/rV9EuYUXK7s/s320/ChrisMiles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234742957604816418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're both so cute :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hurricanecat.livejournal.com/17714.html"&gt;OH, AND THE JOKER &lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have you guys heard about how the fucking HBP release has been postponed to fucking July next year? Hell, I think all my enthusiasm is gone. Wtf is going on with WB, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-8448172459599075413?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8448172459599075413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=8448172459599075413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8448172459599075413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8448172459599075413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-we-could-start-again.html' title='Maybe we could start again.'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKWK_NMrFqI/AAAAAAAAANY/fZjzggSEiKI/s72-c/MaxxieOliver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-8916873642217598599</id><published>2008-08-11T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:06:35.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for such a &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; time ): There are so many things that've happened lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKAcyqW1l0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/theuLInwe4Y/s1600-h/PATD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKAcyqW1l0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/theuLInwe4Y/s320/PATD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233214423693629250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important thing to note is that I didn't go the Singfest. Sucks, right? I was anticipating it for months, but in the end, I couldn't go. Whatthefuck. But what's worse is that according to most Panic fans, the performance didn't go well at all. Brendon vomited halfway through NITA, then somewhere during their gig, the mic gave out. What's more, poor Brendon didn't even know, and he was just singing his heart out ): He only found out after Jon told him about it. Then Ryan let him use his mic :D (Ryden? Yes? A little?) And then, to make things worse, when Jon asked the crowd if they thought he'd have a chance with PCD, they all shouted &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;. Twice. All this plus the unbearable heat...I don't think they'll ever come back to Singapore ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't give up hope, right? Oh, and two of them, Brendon and either Jon or Spencer, I think, got the tees! The ones with "Brendon's bootylicious" and for Brendon, "I am bootylicious. Trust me". I doubt they'll wear it, but the fact that they have it with them is enough :) Unfortunately, Ryan didn't get his birthday card. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKAcydOTTtI/AAAAAAAAANI/R9aX-o5ljvg/s1600-h/Batman_joker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKAcydOTTtI/AAAAAAAAANI/R9aX-o5ljvg/s320/Batman_joker1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233214420168167122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to forget the fact that I couldn't go, I watched TDK, and it was phenomenal. One of my favourite movies ever. Okay, so, in all honesty, it wasn't that good, but the Joker...oh god, the Joker was amazing. He's this psychotic evil genius who still manages to be cute and crack you up. Pencil trick? Yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Friday, we had the National Day's Eve carnival, where I had to help out with the CCA stall. It got me out of the boring observance ceremony, but let me tell you, once the students started coming, it was hell. Our game involved knocking some cans down with plastic balls, both of which I had to keep bending down and pick up. And only one other guy was helping me with it, god bless him. My other two friends opted out at the last minute, so we were actually missing some people. On Saturday, I couldn't even walk properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it was Singapore's 43rd birthday :D It was the first time I didn't really watch the whole NDP, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, well, today's my mum's birthday, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-8916873642217598599?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8916873642217598599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=8916873642217598599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8916873642217598599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8916873642217598599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SKAcyqW1l0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/theuLInwe4Y/s72-c/PATD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-2536831345553558994</id><published>2008-08-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:03:23.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there.</title><content type='html'>Life sucks. Kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-2536831345553558994?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2536831345553558994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=2536831345553558994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2536831345553558994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2536831345553558994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-there.html' title='Hey there.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4289493547256189404</id><published>2008-07-30T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:38:04.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG \O/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviefone.com/movie/harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince/27063/main"&gt;HBP TEASER TRAILER'S OFFICIALLY OUT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bb Tom :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4289493547256189404?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4289493547256189404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4289493547256189404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4289493547256189404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4289493547256189404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/omfg-o.html' title='OMFG \O/'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7813036727568989436</id><published>2008-07-21T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:46:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable youtube post.</title><content type='html'>Yes, the legendary post is back again. This time, the theme is kids. Babies, toddlers, children, whatever. The whole adorable package is right here. I heart them, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUH-eja2ayM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUH-eja2ayM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid was going to say fuck, seriously. And, well, he sorta said 'fove', lol. But it wasn't that bad, as opposed to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QlfO1C2QcvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QlfO1C2QcvY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tbh, I feel bad for this guy. Because if I were him, when I grow up, I would be embarrassed for life. I was all rofl through the whole video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more of this. Korean music and The Beatles, all at the same time. Yes please &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnMkyWt3b0E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnMkyWt3b0E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, that was so freaking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hoZkJp-qz_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hoZkJp-qz_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more appropriate, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JqhIHwRbBY&amp;feature=related"&gt;Haha, omg, don't even get me started.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSfgAtgxrQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSfgAtgxrQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suckish quality, but it's cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2ocZA7b2mk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2ocZA7b2mk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know the world can see us" is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qon_jCJqkvM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qon_jCJqkvM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I love this kid. He's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cnRXmMn2Ag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cnRXmMn2Ag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I'll leave you with this amazing 6-year-old, who I was first introduced to last year. She has such a beautiful voice, and as Simon put it, "She's pure magic". :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7813036727568989436?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7813036727568989436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7813036727568989436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7813036727568989436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7813036727568989436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/inevitable-youtube-post.html' title='Inevitable youtube post.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-2703252300612952779</id><published>2008-07-20T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:02:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giaour by Lord Byron</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt;But first, on earth as vampire sent,&lt;br /&gt;Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:&lt;br /&gt;Then ghastly haunt thy native place,&lt;br /&gt;And suck the blood of all thy race;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90%;"&gt;There from thy daughter, sister, wife,&lt;br /&gt;At midnight drain the stream of life;&lt;br /&gt;Yet loathe the banquet which perforce&lt;br /&gt;Must feed thy livid living corse:&lt;br /&gt;Thy victims ere they yet expire&lt;br /&gt;Shall know the demon for their sire,&lt;br /&gt;As cursing thee, thou cursing them,&lt;br /&gt;Thy flowers are withered on the stem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-2703252300612952779?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2703252300612952779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=2703252300612952779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2703252300612952779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/2703252300612952779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/giaour-by-lord-byron.html' title='The Giaour by Lord Byron'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-8253897336987472152</id><published>2008-07-15T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:04:11.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god.</title><content type='html'>I told them. About &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, no, they found out by themselves. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be so dead during MT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-8253897336987472152?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8253897336987472152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=8253897336987472152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8253897336987472152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/8253897336987472152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh my god.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4804711313778569572</id><published>2008-07-13T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:23:16.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my words'/><title type='text'>Whadya think?</title><content type='html'>He walks in beauty, swims in perfection&lt;br /&gt;Their jaws drop when they see his simple perambulation&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wild, smile so wonderfully disarming&lt;br /&gt;Other lads go green with envy, even Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velvet says his voice&lt;br /&gt;Posture straight in superior poise&lt;br /&gt;There, his grin -- his pearly whites glisten&lt;br /&gt;Souls honoured by his very existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is assiduous&lt;br /&gt;With a presence so conspicuous&lt;br /&gt;Achieves without trying&lt;br /&gt;But he remains rather ingenuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still his flaws are noticeable&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes him even approachable&lt;br /&gt;Behind his optimism he hides&lt;br /&gt;An interior so scarred, but still unbelievably fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand years you could look, across the seas and the sand&lt;br /&gt;But never again will you find such an imperfectly perfect man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4804711313778569572?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4804711313778569572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4804711313778569572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4804711313778569572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4804711313778569572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/whadya-think.html' title='Whadya think?'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-6736679223043534982</id><published>2008-07-13T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:11:20.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk down the memory lane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHoLB9QK_1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Yi4qRjt6AM0/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHoLB9QK_1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Yi4qRjt6AM0/s320/2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222498846139678546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 An empty box. I just like how it looks, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 The bottom one is my 2006 diary, while the top one is just a random notebook that I've yet to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 Um, stuff from my sister's friend for X'mas and New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 A card from my sister for my birthday last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 Both were given to me by my friends from Primary six, on Graduation Nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 These were from Esther's pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 Oh yes, some of my favourite things to look at. The smaller jerseys are the new ones, released for the Euro Cup, I think. The other jerseys are England and Italy from the Fifa Cup '06. I actually had Germany, but I sold it for $5 to this guy, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 Refer to 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 Something a friend made when I did her a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Lol, this is actually from my dad. I didn't have the heart to use it, so I just kept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Refer to 05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Last year, when I was still obsessed with the Click Five, Wan Shen wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 This, I wrote by myself during the Click Five phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Both from my band seniors last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Two censored photos from when I was still a baby, OMGLOL. I keep it here 'cause I want no one else to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Bought this in the battlefield tour this year, as a souvenir. It's a postcard from the chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 A few people went to Hong Kong this summer holidays, and they bought a dog for everyone. Mine is name Jackson. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 My collection of neoprints. There's a lot in there, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I still have a lot more to add, lol. But I'm tired, so I'll do this tomorrow. Night :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-6736679223043534982?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6736679223043534982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=6736679223043534982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6736679223043534982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6736679223043534982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A walk down the memory lane.'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHoLB9QK_1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Yi4qRjt6AM0/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7409035053022718654</id><published>2008-07-11T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:35:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTFLOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg159/elegantcrimes/multi/manips/patdqe9.jpg" width="400" height="201"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people ask me why I ship Jack/Elizabeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg159/elegantcrimes/multi/manips/jjuyhd.png" width="320" height="212.4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg159/elegantcrimes/multi/manips/1gpzlf.png" width="251.5" height="142.5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg159/elegantcrimes/multi/manips/2l8xkjn.png" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, I just have no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even Ryan/Audrey, Patrick/Paris, and Brendon/HaydenPanettiere ones D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7409035053022718654?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7409035053022718654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7409035053022718654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7409035053022718654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7409035053022718654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/omgwtflol.html' title='OMGWTFLOL.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-6320908643837889589</id><published>2008-07-04T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:49:57.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is always absolutely so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; The Truth Beneath The Rose - Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So. We had the Youth Day's Celebration yesterday. 'T was pretty fun. The teachers danced to a couple of songs, including &lt;i&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Beat It&lt;/i&gt;, lol. Actually, I basically ignored them, and watched MJ on the screen, 'cause, y'know, according to my class, that was my bro up there. In any case, that's one of my favourite MJ songs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and more HBP pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMKWpQyyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QPvjewWCQiA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMKWpQyyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QPvjewWCQiA/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221303821255363362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMKvEYQJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MqkWbVBh69w/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMKvEYQJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MqkWbVBh69w/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221303827811549330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco in a suit &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMLHCD1UI/AAAAAAAAAMo/42EtQ9MWiWs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMLHCD1UI/AAAAAAAAAMo/42EtQ9MWiWs/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221303834244273474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanna Lynch is one of the only actresses who I think actually fits her role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXML67o0XI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j9ngsQKO4nE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXML67o0XI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j9ngsQKO4nE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221303848175980914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DanRad looks so much better in this movie, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMLkGcPoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/metKk2RcRT4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMLkGcPoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/metKk2RcRT4/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221303842047278722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the final picture is the worst. Ugh, what have they done with the Quidditch uniforms? I prefer POA, tbh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-6320908643837889589?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6320908643837889589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=6320908643837889589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6320908643837889589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6320908643837889589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-is-always-absolutely-so.html' title='Nothing is always absolutely so.'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x7alNKBk6fI/SHXMKWpQyyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QPvjewWCQiA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1674360108951622006</id><published>2008-07-02T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:37:05.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety percent of everything is crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Absolutely (Story of a Girl) - Nine Days&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Jumpy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hey babes :D (And yes, 'babes' is in 'cause Ben Barnes used it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, watch this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've watched this countless times, and I still don't get bored of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Charlie...Chaaarlllieeeeee...Chaaaaarlieeeeeeeeeee...Chaaaar---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm right here, what do you want?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rofl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, get this. The Penelope DVD is being released on 15/7, and guess what? It's going to contain a FOUR MINUTE TRAILER OF TWILIGHT (Oh, so now we know what JT and Madonna meant by saving the world in 4 minutes)! *insert fangirl squeal here* This is so awesome, 'cause I already wanted to watch it. And now I'm going to see James McAvoy and Spunk, both at the same time &lt;3 I think I'm gonna rent the DVD as soon as it's out. Hell, I'll buy it if it's any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of James McAvoy, Wanted is rated NC-16 here. WTF. I was looking forward to this movie &lt;i&gt;so damn much&lt;/i&gt;, and now I can't even watch it. I mean, I'll watch it once it's out, of course, but it's not the same as seeing it in the theatres, y' know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. At least I still have Twilight and Half-Blood Prince to look forward to :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1674360108951622006?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1674360108951622006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1674360108951622006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1674360108951622006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1674360108951622006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/07/ninety-percent-of-everything-is-crap.html' title='Ninety percent of everything is crap.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-357336321376700354</id><published>2008-06-29T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:41:05.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything that can go wrong, will--at the worst possible moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; I'm Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So. I decided to give up lyrics for my entry titles, and start using adages instead. I like a lot of them, so might as well share, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular title relates to how I lost my handphone recently. Rents are in a bad mood, and they don't even know about this yet. I mean, it's probably around the house or something, but if it's not...I don't even wanna think about it. I already lost one, and spoiled another :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Anyway, talking about that just makes me feel worse, so I'll switch to New Moon, which Nellie asked me about. You know what? I think The Host is much better than Twilight, because as cliché as both her stories are, at least The Host isn't perfect. It's kind of sickening to read the Twilight series sometimes. Everything is so predictable, so exaggerated. The behaviour of the characters aren't all that realistic, either. Not that I can resist the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, in any case, the plot's too interesting to give up. My friends and I have already decided that we're going to watch it on the first day, lol. And it's, like, five and a half months away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-357336321376700354?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/357336321376700354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=357336321376700354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/357336321376700354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/357336321376700354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/06/anything-that-can-go-wrong-will-at.html' title='Anything that can go wrong, will--at the worst possible moment.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7742768500662962043</id><published>2008-06-27T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:13:37.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outed, maybe, but still hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Nobody 'Til You - Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Excited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/558/oicfe7.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chace/Ed? Yes, please. Apparently, they're dating in real life, according to both New York papers. Rumors have it that they don't try to hide anything, especially on set. I've recently been hearing a lot of, "Oh my gosh, sextape, &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;," lately, and I can't say I'm completely against that idea. Gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, take a moment from your busy life to read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Technical Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 months ago, I upgraded to Girlfriend 1.0 from DrinkingMates 4.2, which I had used for years without any trouble. However, there are apparently conflicts between these two products and the only solution was to try and run Girlfriend 1.0 with the sound&lt;br /&gt;turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, Girlfriend 1.0 is incompatible with several other applications, such as LadsNightOut 3.1, Football 4.5, and Playboy 6.9. Successive versions of GirlFriend proved no better. I tried a shareware program, Slapper 2.1, but it had many bugs and left a virus in my system, forcing me to shut down completely for several&lt;br /&gt;weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I tried to run GirlFriend 1.2 and Girlfriend 1.0 at the same time, only to discover that when these two systems detected each other and they caused severe damage to my hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually upgraded to Fiancie 1.0, only to discover that this product soon had to be upgraded further to Wife 1.0. While Wife 1.0 tends to use up all my available resources, it does come bundled with FreeSexPlus and Cleanhouse2004. Shortly after this upgrade, however, I found that Wife 1.0 could be very unstable and costly to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any mistakes I made were automatically stored in Wife 1.0’s memory and could not be deleted. They then resurfaced months later when I had forgotten about them. Wife 1.0 also has an automatic Diary, Explorer and E-mail filter, and can, without warning, launch TurboStrop and Whinge. These latter products have no Help files, and I have to try to guess what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional problems are that Wife 1.0 needs updating regularly, requiring ShoeShop Browser for new attachments and Hairstyle Express which needs to be reinstalled every other week. Also, when Wife 1.0 attaches itself to my Saab 93 Convertable hard drive, it often crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 also comes with an irritating pop-up called MotherInLaw, which can’t be turned off. Recently I’ve been tempted to install Mistress 2003, but there could be problems. A friend of mine has alerted me to the fact that if Wife 1.0 detects Mistress 2003, it tends to delete all of your Money before uninstalling itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help requested please?!&lt;/blockquote&gt;ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7742768500662962043?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7742768500662962043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7742768500662962043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7742768500662962043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7742768500662962043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/06/outed-maybe-but-still-hot.html' title='Outed, maybe, but still hot.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4241434022717476831</id><published>2008-06-22T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:58:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're worth losing my self-esteem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Whoa Oh! (Me vs. Everyone) - Forever The Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Creative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Marie Curie was the woman who discovered radium. Now, why am I telling you this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just learned about Tom Swifties, and they're hilarious. Tom Swift was a famous series years ago. The most interesting thing about the book is the fact that the author went to great trouble to replace the word 'said' as much as possible. Instead, he wrote stuff like, "exclaimed surprisedly". So since Tom never actually &lt;i&gt;said&lt;/i&gt; anything, it kind of turned into a word game. A joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like a hot dog," Tom said frankly.&lt;br /&gt;"They're building new apartments down the road," Tom said constructively.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm concerned about the number of people not attending," said Tom absentmindedly.&lt;br /&gt;"There's room for one more," Tom admitted.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't see the light switch," said Tom darkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you still haven't got it yet, I don't know what to say to you. Let me explain the last one, since it's pretty much the easiest to understand. Tom can't see the light switch, meaning that it's dark. See? &lt;b&gt;Said Tom darkly&lt;/b&gt;. Pun is very much intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The tune to that song is catchy," Tom said humbly.&lt;br /&gt;"Pass me the black color pencil," Tom said whitely.&lt;br /&gt;"I lost my wrists," Tom said offhandedly.&lt;br /&gt;"I lost my elbows," Tom said disarmingly.&lt;br /&gt;"Worms are eating my organs," Tom said wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'll leave you with the final one, the one that relates to the very first sentence in this post ;)&lt;br /&gt;"Who discovered radium?" asked Marie, curiously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4241434022717476831?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4241434022717476831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4241434022717476831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4241434022717476831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4241434022717476831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-worth-losing-my-self-esteem.html' title='You&apos;re worth losing my self-esteem.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-911988331438003238</id><published>2008-06-16T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:21:58.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours on an empty brain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Bouncing Off The Walls - Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Empty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightnexus.com/edwardmovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hai there, Claudia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Watched MTV Asia Awards Nominees yesterday, mainly because of these two categories: &lt;strong&gt;Bring Da House Down&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Video Star&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's who I'm voting for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite Artist Singapore&lt;/b&gt;: JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite Artist Malaysia&lt;/b&gt;: Nicholas Teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favourite International Artist in Asia&lt;/b&gt;: Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Hook-up&lt;/b&gt;: OneRepublic feat. Timbaland - Apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Innovation Award&lt;/b&gt;: Radiohead (Although their video, &lt;i&gt;Nude&lt;/i&gt;, completely freaked me out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breakthrough Artist&lt;/b&gt;: Mika &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Video Star&lt;/b&gt;: Panic At The Disco - Nine In The Afternoon (Okay, this was actually hard, because there was also Fergie's Clumsy, which is an amazing video, plus, there was Justice's D.A.N.C.E)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bring Da House Down&lt;/b&gt;: Muse (Sure, there was Linkin Park and Black Eyed Peas, but no one can bring Muse down, bb &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess which video they showed for Muse? &lt;i&gt;Knights Of Cydonia&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering if I should skip the Singfest for this, but. Idk. If I can get the weekenders pass for Singfest, I'd totally go. That's the reason PATD can't switch to the first day, actually. They'll be performing at the awards, so look out for them :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-911988331438003238?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/911988331438003238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=911988331438003238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/911988331438003238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/911988331438003238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/06/24-hours-on-empty-brain.html' title='24 hours on an empty brain.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7484217996125580895</id><published>2008-06-14T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:03:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nghhhhh. Draco/Harry, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5JzzODNJz4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5JzzODNJz4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Rove's so cute. And now that Dan has openly ~showcased~ his gayness, he and Tom should do something about it. *hint, hint* At least onscreen? C'mon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="background-image: url(http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/68/68547cwg98wmzcn.gif);" SIZE="10"&gt;DRACO/HARRY IS SO OBVIOUSLY CANON, PEOPLE.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably have an affair once they're married. That nod in King's Cross was a ~sign~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7484217996125580895?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7484217996125580895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7484217996125580895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7484217996125580895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7484217996125580895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/06/nghhhhh-dracoharry-please.html' title='Nghhhhh. Draco/Harry, please.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1603160967841067468</id><published>2008-06-12T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:38:20.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm curious for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This song is annoyingly addicting. It's funny, because if a male singer sang, "I kissed a guy and I liked it," well, you can imagine how it'll be taken, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I watched Prince Caspian last week, and it was amazing. Mostly because of Caspian himself ;) I'm becoming increasingly obsessed with Ben Barnes. He. Is. &lt;i&gt;Hot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/30135w4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was surfing ONTD (you know how interesting that site gets). There was a post dedicated to Ben Barnes--naturally. I'd like to direct you to the two pictures below. Feel free to laugh your ass off. &lt;i&gt;Jsyk, you won't get the joke if you don't know what slash pairings are. You won't get it if you didn't watch the movie, either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hilarious comment is &lt;a href="http://i31.tinypic.com/346xq9u.png"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and my reply is &lt;a href="http://i31.tinypic.com/2isdyu0.png"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aslan/Caspian bring the lulz &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1603160967841067468?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1603160967841067468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1603160967841067468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1603160967841067468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1603160967841067468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-curious-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m curious for you'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/30135w4_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-5050381952311116348</id><published>2008-06-10T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:36:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love me, won't you let me know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Violet Hill - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Pissed Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think I might cry--or go on a riot, who knows?--if they don't change the Singfest line-up soon. Initially, I thought Simple Plan, OneRepublic and PATD would all perform on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 - Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Simple Plan&lt;br&gt;The Lost Prophets&lt;br&gt;Crowned King&lt;br&gt;Dearest&lt;br&gt;New Found Glory&lt;br&gt;Melaine Subono&lt;br&gt;Travis&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 - Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jamie Scott&lt;br&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;br&gt;Rick Astley&lt;br&gt;OneRepublic&lt;br&gt;Panic At The Disco&lt;br&gt;Stacie Orrico&lt;br&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/blockquote&gt;There are still more bands/artists who haven't been confirmed yet, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Omg, it's Jason Mraz!&lt;/i&gt; Yeah, yeah, whatever. I JUST WANT MY PANIC. They should switch PATD and Travis, honestly. Fans of the slower genre are whining about not being able to see Travis while fans of the indie/rock/alternative genre are pissed about not being able to see PATD D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish Coldplay could come, but that would be impossible since they're also having their Viva La Vida tour. Arctic Monkeys, on the other hand, is a possibility. How cool is that? Although if they were confirmed on Sat, and PATD's still on Sunday, it'd make my decision even more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Plan and Arctic Monkeys, or Panic At The Disco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-5050381952311116348?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5050381952311116348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=5050381952311116348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5050381952311116348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5050381952311116348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-love-me-wont-you-let-me-know.html' title='If you love me, won&apos;t you let me know?'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1033112273311963301</id><published>2008-06-01T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:24:49.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistable!Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yeah, Ryan's secretly really old. Like, 30." - Brendon Urie&lt;/blockquote&gt;Take it back. &lt;i&gt;Take it back.&lt;/i&gt; Brendon Urie, you suck (just for today). And because of that, I'm going to concentrate more on Ryan now...(which I always do, but now I've got a valid excuse, something other than "&lt;i&gt;Oh, but he's my favourite!", lol&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kittendew.livejournal.com/119732.html"&gt;Click here for major camwhore.&lt;/a&gt; AKA Ryan Ross when he was, like, sixteen. Okay, so almost all teenagers are camwhores. We can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look at that picspam now. You'll see shirtless photos, 'cause hey, every hot ass guy deserves to bare some skin and whore it out ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg159/elegantcrimes/spam/ryho/rynrss72.jpg" height="260" width="340"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to be one of my most favourite Ryro pictures ever. First of all, his hair stops at the start of his neck, so that long hair on the left (his right)? It's not his. Gosh, people. Um. Right. Back to why I like this picture so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the ryhawk, see? That's my OTHS (one true hairstyle, lol) :') His beautiful, curly hair comes as a close second, of course. And then see his eyes? I love that colour. Chocolate brown's (like mine) nice too, but light brown is also very lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, his adam's apple. Honestly, it kills me. Why does it have to be so huge and obvious and inviting? My breath sorta hitches everytime I get to see it at such a nice angle. Then there's his nose. It changes in every single photo. Sometimes it's round and sharp, then it's straight and smooth, and I just. I don't know anymore. His looks are a mystery. Same goes for his lips. In this photo, they look thin and beautiful, but in others, they look so full (it's a good look for him still, trust me). I mean, which guy has full lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised he hasn't been abducted to be studied in some sort of secret/wicked/creepy science lab already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are even those cops in the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don't like are his fingers in this one, because they're usually amazingly long, making everyone go, "Fingerssssssss," in that Gollum voice. Don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryan%20Ross/31.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well, hate to say I told you so. Well, actually, not really. &lt;i&gt;I told you so&lt;/i&gt;. Note how even the koala can't get enough of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of reminds me why he's my favourite again &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1033112273311963301?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1033112273311963301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1033112273311963301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1033112273311963301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1033112273311963301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/06/irresistableryan.html' title='Irresistable!Ryan'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryan%20Ross/th_31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-6704790195747097630</id><published>2008-05-27T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:55:53.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I must fight to survive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Knights of Cydonia - Muse&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is asking for too much, but if Muse came to the Singfest, my life would be complete. There are so many bands that I listen to, and I maintain that every one of them are good in their own way. I've never said that one is better than the other, because they're all talented. I just can't choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, though, when it comes to live performances, there's just no competition. Muse wins instantly. There's no need to even think. They're that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8WP7aOD_9Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8WP7aOD_9Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the only band that has the ability to get the crowd going like that. With that much energy. Seriously, if they ever come to Singapore, and I miss them, I would never forgive myself--or the person who might be behind it--for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Looks like I've nothing else to talk about. Ngh. Just. Muse &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-6704790195747097630?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6704790195747097630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=6704790195747097630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6704790195747097630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/6704790195747097630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-and-i-must-fight-to-survive.html' title='You and I must fight to survive.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1930010684637853286</id><published>2008-05-25T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:19:30.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's up for molecule twister?</title><content type='html'>Molecule twister sounds weird. But it's something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for the June holiday project, where we have to create a science-based toy/game. My group has decided to base our game on Twister. Basically, we're going to tweak the game a little, so that each of the colors represent a different state of matter. Solid, liquid and gas are obviously the three main ones, but we're still trying to decide whether the last one will be plasma state or just a free state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I still don't understand is how this has anything to do with Science, lol. I mean, we're just changing the colors to states. So? But we really don't have a better idea. The only other one was this maze of the digestive system :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that aside, I watched The Holiday yesterday (: It was one of the best romance films I've ever watched. Besides, I couldn't wipe that grin off my face whenever Jude Law was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did you guys know? Man U won :D A now owes me a Mcflurry Oreo ice cream, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1930010684637853286?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1930010684637853286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1930010684637853286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1930010684637853286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1930010684637853286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/whos-up-for-molecule-twister.html' title='Who&apos;s up for molecule twister?'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-3866427645546291818</id><published>2008-05-23T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:20:30.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night.</title><content type='html'>K tagged me with this quiz :/ So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this, an interview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fourteen. This November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks. &lt;em&gt;Fine. &lt;/em&gt;Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexuality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heteroflexible, meaning I'm currently heterosexual, but I'm not completely ruling out the possibility of dating someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name some qualities you look for in the potential partner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualities? Uh. Someone funny, playful (get your mind out of the gutter) and laid-back. Someone who knows how to take a joke and knows how to have a good time. Someone who doesn't take things too seriously. Basically, that's it. I'd throw in great hair, but hey, it's not like I'm one to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your weakness when you see the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing hair that actually suits whoever it belongs to, and a killer smile. No dimples. Gaspard Ulliel is excused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you had a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't care, neither should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who/where/when was/is your last/current crush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to 2006, when I was still a 6th grader. I'm not revealing his name, tyvm. Besides, I'm pretty sure a lot of people already know :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you already had your first kiss, and if yes, how did you find it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...haven't... *runs to a corner and cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If no, how do you imagine your first kiss to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;have to go over this? Most people want a kiss in the rain, or at the end of a dance, but that sounds horribly cliché, however romantic it may be. If it was after a dance, I'd want it to at least be to a good song, like &lt;em&gt;Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off&lt;/em&gt; by Panic At The Disco. Lol. Otherwise, I just want something light. Like testing the waters. &lt;em&gt;That was way embarrasing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever consider going first base in the first date itself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you had premartial sex? If not, are you considering it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, to both questions. I'm certainly not looking forward to a shotgun wedding for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most embarrasing thing you've done in front of the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be truthful here, but first, lemme make it clear that he was a friend. Who I hadn't seen in a long time. So I was nervous. Okay? Okay. So we were at the airport. I'd just arrived there, and he was standing outside. And. Well. Here comes the embarrasing part. I was pushing the trolley and talking to him at the same time, so I had to turn behind to see him, because he didn't have the courtesy to walk with me. &lt;em&gt;*Shrinks further down.* &lt;/em&gt;Then I hit this man with the trolley, but I hadn't noticed because I was still talking to him. And I didn't know until he said bye and I was moving forward normally and my parents decided to tell me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably thought I liked him or something. *&lt;em&gt;Dissolves into a pile of...whatever it is people dissolve into.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to steal it from me, because I'm not in the mood to tag anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today was the last day of school 8D See? I always forget the things that matter the most. I got second in class, with Lee as the first. I dunno how he does it. I mean, he was from NA last year. How could he be so good, then? Ruswin told me it was 'cause of his Maths that he was put into NA in the first place, but, rawr, I dunno. I feel bad. I haven't even congratulated him. The only thing I did was ask him if he was really the first. *&lt;em&gt;Bangs head on the wall.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Janet. Oh, see? I refer to myself in third person. *&lt;em&gt;Bangs another time.* &lt;/em&gt;So, anyway. Since it was the last day, we decided to play a little truth or dare. But it got boring, since &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;kind of ruined it. Ruswin and I decided to walk on the tables instead, lol. And they're kinda high, and wide, and in the open space, dammit. Anyone could see. Ah, but that's the point, isn't it? And then we started doing these lame cheers, because we were hyper. Like, "1, 2, 3. 3, 2, 1. Canberra, Canberra, number one!" LMAO. I know, we should get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-3866427645546291818?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3866427645546291818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=3866427645546291818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3866427645546291818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3866427645546291818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/night.html' title='Night.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-3373964144380207597</id><published>2008-05-23T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:19:11.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3991955/Life_Renovations"&gt;Life Renovations&lt;/a&gt; - Harry/Draco&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Excited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I just noticed a similarity between two songs that come from completely different worlds. My sister was watching Disney, and this theme song from an Aladdin movie (The Return of Jaffar?) came up, and it reminded me of something. I finally realized that it was actually part of Arctic Monkeys' &lt;em&gt;Brianstorm&lt;/em&gt;. Weird? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. OMFG, SINGFEST! Okay, I'm still not sure if they're selling the tickets already. I checked on Sistic, and it wasn't there, but hey, what do &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;know about these things? What I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;already found out about are the five bands/performers who have confirmed that they'll be performing at the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Panic At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;-Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;-One Republic&lt;br /&gt;-Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;-Jamie Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE PLAN + PANIC AT THE DISCO + ONE REPUBLIC = Mindblowing performance. Hell, I wouldn't mind if only those three were performing. Although I am hoping other Decaydance bands will come, too (The Academy Is..., CIWWAF, Cobra Starship, Paramore, FOB) 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-3373964144380207597?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3373964144380207597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=3373964144380207597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3373964144380207597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3373964144380207597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/singfest.html' title='Singfest'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1736497165190066884</id><published>2008-05-22T14:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:23:30.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale performance review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;David vs. David&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that? David Archuleta against David Cook. I personally support Archie, but really, this review is not biased in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the fact that David Cook has a really great voice. The thing is, he chooses the wrong songs. I think with a strong, rough voice like his, he should go for rock/indie songs which actually require him to use it. Regardless of what Simon said, I think his performance in round 2 was the best. Before I go into last night's show, however, I'd like to bring up...an issue, if I might call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook fans have been constantly complaining that Archie will win, because American Idol, to them, is a popularity contest, not an actual talent contest. I'd like to point out that while Archie may be younger and better looking, he is also the shyer one. He is the perfect example of a dedicated Mormon (unlike Brendon Urie =P). Archie can make the audience wave their arms in sync to his songs, but Cook can make them &lt;em&gt;scream&lt;/em&gt;. His voice &lt;em&gt;demands &lt;/em&gt;attention. Not only that, he's also very outgoing and fun. If this was a popularity contest after all, then Cook will definitely win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that aside, the show--it was great. In round 1, they were both good, but I didn't really like their songs. In round 2, well, as I've already mentioned, Cook gave a really good performance. But--and let me stress this again, I'm not being biased--it wasn't enough, because, amazingly, Archie outshined him. Cook, unfortunately, made a wrong choice of song for round 3, while Archie just got better. David Archuleta's final song for that night was beautiful. Needless to say, his overall performance was much better than Cook's. As Simon put it, "Archuleta came here tonight to win, but instead, he gave us a knockout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the results show. Don't miss it &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1736497165190066884?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1736497165190066884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1736497165190066884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1736497165190066884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1736497165190066884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/finale-performance-review.html' title='Finale performance review.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-3556244336546220404</id><published>2008-05-17T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:54:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third post today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Welcome To My Life - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Entertained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's the third post. But I've got to rant. I watched MTV, VH1. &lt;i&gt;The fabulous lives of young hot royals.&lt;/i&gt; Damn, they're lucky. First up, they showed William and Henry, of course. Then came...well, I'm not sure where they're from, exactly. What I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know is that they live in a single million+ square feet building, the equivalent of 39 white houses! How effin cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the princesses got her own &lt;s&gt;car&lt;/s&gt; jet for her birthday. There were even royal babies: i.e., the prince of Japan. And one of the babies was princess K/Catherina, lol :D (Fyi, that's my middle name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to top it off, they showed two of the world's luckiest people around: the princess and prince of Saudi Arabia, who are constantly doted on by their dad. What they want, they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, got to go. Gonna watch MTV Music Awards :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-3556244336546220404?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3556244336546220404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=3556244336546220404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3556244336546220404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/3556244336546220404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/third-post-today.html' title='Third post today.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1905592018193369862</id><published>2008-05-17T15:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:47:47.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Brianstorm - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Impatient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have your parents ever caught you drinking?&lt;/strong&gt; I've never been drunk before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you love the last boy/girl you were talking to?&lt;/strong&gt; I love everyone :D Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/strong&gt; Watching MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to your most recent ex?&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been around someone who was high?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like where you live?&lt;/strong&gt; No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing you purchased?&lt;/strong&gt; Uh...coke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are you right now, and how do you feel about where you are?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm at home...and, er, I'm nonchalant, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explain why you last threw up?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't even remember the last time I threw up. But it was always because of lack of sleep (?) or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did your last hug take place?&lt;/strong&gt; Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to hold your hand?&lt;/strong&gt; RW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you have a good birthday this year?&lt;/strong&gt; Haven't had it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you tired right now?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm tired of having nothing to do, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your outlooks on gay/bisexual relationships?&lt;/strong&gt; It doesn't say lesbian. Do you have something against lesbians? 'Cause I'll kick your ass. (Yes, I know gay can mean homosexuals on the whole, but it's just for kicks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you chew on your straws?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. I blow bubbles through them into the drink, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you rode in the car with that was under 21?&lt;/strong&gt; I think it was Esther. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three days from now will you be in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt; Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was at your house last?&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you lead people on?&lt;/strong&gt; How would I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there anyone who doesn't like you because of something you didn't do?&lt;/strong&gt; Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you kissed anyone today?&lt;/strong&gt; Not &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last person you cried over?&lt;/strong&gt; Would it sound dumb if I said Ryro? &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt; *Runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you cry easily?&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty much, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any brothers?&lt;/strong&gt; Unfortunately, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of them?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I do &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; a brother. They're cute. And I relate to them better. Lol. Seriously. Most of my cousins are guys, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you go today?&lt;/strong&gt; Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Buying newspapers and ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;/strong&gt; Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you hand washed the dishes?&lt;/strong&gt; Long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name everyone that made you smile today?&lt;/strong&gt; Genuinly? No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to put their arm around you?&lt;/strong&gt; Who remembers these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three feelings at the moment?&lt;/strong&gt; Bored, annoyed, and impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt; It's at the top, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The highlight of your week?&lt;/strong&gt; Exam results. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who were the last people you ate with?&lt;/strong&gt; My parents .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What really makes you mad?&lt;/strong&gt; People telling me I'm too young to understand whatever it is they're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever had a drunken night in Mexico?&lt;/strong&gt; No, but I wouldn't mind if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your plans for tonight?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm watching the MTV Awards, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does the seventeenth text message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the last piercing you got?&lt;/strong&gt; A pair of piercings in my ear, way back when I was 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever toilet papered someone’s house?&lt;/strong&gt; Is this the prank they play in camps? No, I've never done that. But I know someone I'd like to do it to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to be married right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Dude, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at 4am this morning?&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you usually do first in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt; If it's a schoolday, I get up and do the usual routine. If not, I just lie down for a while and listen to my mp4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have college plans?&lt;/strong&gt; I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you mad at anyone right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many different beverages have you had today?&lt;/strong&gt; Is water counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do today?&lt;/strong&gt; At the top of my list would be breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite flavor of jelly?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really like jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want children?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at 7pm yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt; Like I said: Who remembers this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If alcohol were banned, what would your reaction be?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people underestimate you?&lt;/strong&gt; It's an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you named after a grandparent?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's something you're scared of?&lt;/strong&gt; The unknown. But sometimes, it's better to be left in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name some of the people you love?&lt;/strong&gt; It'd take more time to read it that Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix, is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; Midnight blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish someone would call you?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there someone you wanna date right now?&lt;/strong&gt; No. (HAT TRICK, LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you belive that what comes around goes around?&lt;/strong&gt; I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you were mad at?&lt;/strong&gt; What's with the being mad questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the last song to make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt; Behind The Sea - Panic At The Disco (only song fully sung by Ryan, that's why!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your best friend pretty?&lt;/strong&gt; Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you miss?&lt;/strong&gt; My childhood. I'm not too fond of this neither-a-child-nor-an-adult thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;/strong&gt; I believe that everyone deserves one. So, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever felt that no one relates to you?&lt;/strong&gt; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had plans and broke them?&lt;/strong&gt; Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you saw your grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt; 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are you jealous of?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1905592018193369862?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1905592018193369862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1905592018193369862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1905592018193369862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1905592018193369862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/brianstorm-arctic-monkeys-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1377047026160281004</id><published>2008-05-17T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:17:25.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination should be a sin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; When I'm Gone - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about running away. I mean, not about &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; it, but more about how it's done, and the consequences. It's kind of...fun, if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows where you are right now. You brought a phone with you, just in case, but it is turned off anyway. You are not in the mood to talk to anyone, not to mention hear that annoying ringtone of yours that one of your classmates sent to you last year for your birthday. The only reason it's still wasting your phone space is because you don't want to hurt her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just look straight ahead, at the calm waves and the setting sun, and you wonder how you could have gone your whole life without having seen a sight as beautiful as this. The contrast of the deep blue and the striking red and yellow is, in a way, calming. The perfect mixture. You have never used this colour combination before, not even in the occasional paintings you create when you are bored; you make a mental note to do so in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, right now, you have no intention of going back home. Maybe you will catch a flight, and you could even start over a whole new life, with new people and cultures. Yes, you do love your family and friends, and you know they love you just the same, if not more; that is why you know they would understand. Or at least, you hope they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could explain the situation to them. You wish you could whisper goodbye one last time to your lover, to leave them with no more than a wisp of your soul. And every night they would fall asleep alone, without you by their side, but that's exactly what you want. You want to be missed, and you want to be longed for. When--if at all--you return, you want them to hold you tight, and never let go again, for that period of time would have been just too full of pain and hurt. And you wonder if, instead, only lust would engulf them, but you shove the thought aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience--it would be your adolescence. It would be something more than others can say for themselves. And when you're aged, barely able to walk, your skin old and wrinkled, hanging off your bones, you'd remember this time. You'd be able to distinguish it, as clear as water. Unlike your grandfather, who doesn't even remember his childhood. Or your grandmother--she passed away years too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, you find yourself wishing for one last chance to see your loved ones, but you know that if you do, you wouldn't be able to leave. It would be too hard then. And they would try to stop you, you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; they would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden, you just don't want to think about them anymore. You're already here, at the bridge between your old life and your new one. You have a choice--you can turn back, or you can walk ahead. Either way, the logical part of you, deep down, knows that the bridge will break. If you go back now, you'll never get this chance again. But if you go ahead, there might be no returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's the other part of you hoping against hope that miracles can happen. Who needs a bridge when they can just fly over? You think about it. If the Wright brothers found a way when everyone thought it was impossible, maybe you could, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, you are already trudging along the shore, basking in what is left of the sunlight. A lone seashell almost causes you to trip over. You bend down and pick it up, the sand sliding somewhat roughly through the narrow spaces between your fingers. You like the feeling. You think about how you could get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why I waste my time writing when every piece of work sounds so terrible when I read it aloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1377047026160281004?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1377047026160281004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1377047026160281004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1377047026160281004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1377047026160281004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/procrastination-should-be-sin.html' title='Procrastination should be a sin.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4419010898565455454</id><published>2008-05-16T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:29:23.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/1-1.png" /&gt; Beat It (ft. John Mayer) - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Amused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read &lt;a href="http://www.krisandro.com/2008/03/19/remember-mirc-and-cybersex/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now! It's freaking hilarious. I especially find the one about the pedo funny :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picspam will, hopefully, be posted up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4419010898565455454?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4419010898565455454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4419010898565455454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4419010898565455454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4419010898565455454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/beat-it.html' title='Beat it.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4366130690689908185</id><published>2008-05-06T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:14:42.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space invaders flying home.</title><content type='html'>Had Geography &amp;amp; Sci test today. It went great. No, seriously. It was the first time I had actually finished the paper in &lt;em&gt;an hour&lt;/em&gt;! I had freaking 45 minutes left with absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...well, tomorrow won't be that good, I guess. Maths &amp;amp; History. Ugh. My maths teacher? Not good. If I have a doubt, I should clear it up with the teacher, yeah? But I'd be better off talking to a freaking wall than asking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead. I'm waiting till after dinner to open up my coke can and start mugging, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...I found this: &lt;em&gt;9 Things I hate about everyone. &lt;/em&gt;No one's sure who wrote it, but anyone, it's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. People who point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn Right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film, "did ya see that?" No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"... Didn't give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I be standing here?!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4366130690689908185?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4366130690689908185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4366130690689908185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4366130690689908185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4366130690689908185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/space-invaders-flying-home.html' title='Space invaders flying home.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-5134094049551844765</id><published>2008-05-04T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:14:50.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting the fuse might result in a bang with a bang-go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:21;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 99% chance that I'm going to the Singfest! How amazing is that? Panic At The Disco will be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, &lt;em&gt;omfg&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is way too much to ask, but I wish Muse and the Arctic Monkeys would be there, too. I mean, I've been listening to them a lot lately, and I can't help but wish to see them in a live concert. Alex Turner is a freaking god, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel would definitely want to tag along, but I actually need someone else to join me. I mean, face it, being at a concert alone with your sister is just sad. And, well, goodness knows if I'd find the way around properly. &lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt;, is anyone else going to the Singfest? Talk to me, bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you guys would have noticed that content warning I put up. Relax, there's nothing R-rated in my blog. It's there for fun. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there is a &lt;em&gt;major &lt;/em&gt;picspam coming up, people. So look out for that. I'll post it up right after the SA1, like for a celebration or something :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-5134094049551844765?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5134094049551844765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=5134094049551844765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5134094049551844765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5134094049551844765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/05/lighting-fuse-might-result-in-bang-with.html' title='Lighting the fuse might result in a bang with a bang-go'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7753703549165511891</id><published>2008-04-27T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:05:44.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexuality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love a person, not a gender.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watched &lt;em&gt;Metamorphosis &lt;/em&gt;on Channel 8? It was aired last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrB1XCqCbQo"&gt;Watch&lt;/a&gt; a clip of the show here. It's terrible. First, I found out that an episode of &lt;em&gt;Find and Design &lt;/em&gt;on Channel 5 was fined by the MDA for normalising and promoting gay lifestyle. Then, I found this clip, which shows homosexuality in a bad light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a woman who killed her husband's boyfriend. Apparantely, she first thought her husband was cheating on her with another woman. But she found out that her husband was gay, and that he was cheating on her with a &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, so far, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, she's angrier/more pissed at him because of his homosexuality rather than his infidelity. How wrong is that? And she actually says the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a man, how could you get involved with another man? When did you become such a pervert?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, when she's confessing it to the police, she'll say, "My husband looks so refined. How could he have done a thing like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just...&lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt;. People are so messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7753703549165511891?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7753703549165511891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7753703549165511891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7753703549165511891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7753703549165511891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/04/sexuality.html' title='Sexuality.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-5147867489464137269</id><published>2008-04-25T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:59:20.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><title type='text'>I'm bored, so...</title><content type='html'>I declare a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PICSPAM&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, bb. I was going to go for my favourites from DA, but I'll do that when I've more pics. Right now, I'll just post up a Ryden one :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="OVERFLOW: auto; WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 700px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Brendon Urie. He's such an angel &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the sexy wonder that's Ryan Ross :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two like to hang out with each other. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/95.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/184.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/122.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/169.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/149.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/130.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/128.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/127.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/126.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/121.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/120.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just friends? Then what about these pictures? The ones where Brendon stares lovingly at Ryan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't really blame him. It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Ryan, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you seen the ones where Ryan is the one staring instead? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/109.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/143.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/106.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Brendon could be a real polar bear and Ryan would still love him xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most favourite pictures ever &lt;3 Ryan's staring at Brendon, who looks excited, and both of them are just casually holding hands. How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but now, there are the pictures where they gaze at &lt;i&gt;each other&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/152.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/166.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan looks like an angel here &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/137.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to even begin describing how amazing this picture is :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think they're all soft and sweet? Wrong. Especially when Brendon starts to get possesive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/145.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/113.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/117.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/119.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I'm in love with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/138.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/144.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/142.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/146.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/147.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/165.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still find it hot. And then there's the adorable shows of affection between them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/173.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/175.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/178.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's way cute here :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/170.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/112.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/171.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/133.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, they're both cuddling &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even hold hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/179.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/157.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally. The more intense moments they have onstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/164.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/160.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/153.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/152-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendon looks like he'd like to strip Ryan right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/162.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess Brendon's not the only one who makes advances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/158.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the video where this is from. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOW.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the finale...this image may be low-quality, and pixellated. You can't even see Brendon's face. But this is still the one I love most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/155.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Ryan's sweet smile, and how happy he looks there &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so sweet &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the truth is, Ryan does have a girlfriend. Keltie. And, tbh? They're really cute together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-5147867489464137269?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5147867489464137269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=5147867489464137269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5147867489464137269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5147867489464137269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-bored-so.html' title='I&apos;m bored, so...'/><author><name>Janet</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s63/hurricanecat/Ryden/th_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-7299769769826417042</id><published>2008-03-28T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:12:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I find the results of the below, er, "survey" (?) hilarious. W/e.&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to find out if your name suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Very Very Easy To Fall In Love With&lt;br /&gt;B: gay&lt;br /&gt;C: Can Be Funny + Dumb At The Same Time&lt;br /&gt;D: Never Let People Tell You What To Do&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking Hott&lt;br /&gt;F: Very Strong Hands&lt;br /&gt;G: Has A Smile To Die For&lt;br /&gt;H: Has A Smile To Die For&lt;br /&gt;I: Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;J:very good shagger&lt;br /&gt;K: makes people laugh&lt;br /&gt;L: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;M: Very Very Hot&lt;br /&gt;N: Has One of The Best Personalities Ever&lt;br /&gt;O: Popular With All Sorts of People&lt;br /&gt;P: An Animal Lover&lt;br /&gt;Q: ugly&lt;br /&gt;R: Very Good Kisser&lt;br /&gt;S: Has Beautiful Eyes&lt;br /&gt;T: Is BANGABLE&lt;br /&gt;U: Judgemental&lt;br /&gt;V: Doesn't Give A Shit&lt;br /&gt;W: Loves It&lt;br /&gt;X: Great Kisser&lt;br /&gt;Y:very nice&lt;br /&gt;Z: Is Easy To Fall In Love With&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;J:very good shagger&lt;br /&gt;A: Very Very Easy To Fall In Love With&lt;br /&gt;N: Has One of The Best Personalities Ever&lt;br /&gt;E: Freaking Hott&lt;br /&gt;T: Is BANGABLE&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really suit moi, does it? I know N is true (cut the girl some slack, people). But maybe I've to wait till I'm 17 for the rest. I'm gonna be bangable, baby. I know, it makes me sound like some sorta slut. But it's in the survey. Again, w/e. I'm off now! Haven't been blogging for a while, so this is like a, I don't know, come-back post. I think. Mainly it's just for relieving my laughter, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, time to make this post sound a teeny bit important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead (which has been around for about 16-17 damn years) and Muse are both famous Alternative Rock bands with awesome music, and if you're anyone who's someone, you'd go listen to them. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most recommended song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;: Creep&lt;br /&gt;This song may sound depressing, but it is actually intended to be used as reverse phsychology; it exists to remind everyone that we all get depressed sometimes, and that we all have our flaws. No one can be perfect, and we shouldn't get hurt trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse&lt;/b&gt;: Starlight&lt;br /&gt;Your typical (well, not so) love song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-7299769769826417042?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7299769769826417042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=7299769769826417042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7299769769826417042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/7299769769826417042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-some-reason-i-find-results-of-below.html' title='--'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4970609558520693156</id><published>2008-03-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:47:37.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for love in a lap dance</title><content type='html'>Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name&lt;br /&gt;As she sheds her skin on stage&lt;br /&gt;I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.&lt;br /&gt;The strip joint veteran sits two away&lt;br /&gt;Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's right, well I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's right, well I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=WxA8VJvirXI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch the official video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4970609558520693156?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4970609558520693156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4970609558520693156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4970609558520693156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4970609558520693156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/03/praying-for-love-in-lap-dance.html' title='Praying for love in a lap dance'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-1174400954005535195</id><published>2008-03-13T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:34:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paka-paka?</title><content type='html'>How many of you actually know what's paka-paka? The Japanese would be more familiar with the term, I'd say. Now, please correct me if I'm wrong in explaining this, but my understanding of paka-paka is that it is a technique used in Japanese anime to create strong flashes of colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned about this only recently. Along with the fact that Pokemon caused great panic in 1997. I'm putting this up here because, well, I bet more than 90% of you don't know this. You also wouldn't know that episode 38 was banned worldwide for the misuse of the paka-paka sequence, which resulted in the kids getting blurred vision, headaches, and even seizures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the main cause was the continuous flashes of red, which affected people more than when the flashes were of another colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, having watched it myself, I'm wondering how flashes of red and blue that only lasted a few seconds could cause anything at all. Then again, I guess I have to bear in mind that the Japanese kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) Wouldn't have been expecting the paka-paka&lt;br /&gt;2) Would have been concentrating fully on the cartoon&lt;br /&gt;3) May have been watching the show in the dark; therefore, the paka-paka would have been sudden bursts of light&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, it's pretty understandable. Don't ask me where I watched it, though. After all, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; banned for a reason, you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-1174400954005535195?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1174400954005535195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=1174400954005535195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1174400954005535195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/1174400954005535195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/03/paka-paka.html' title='Paka-paka?'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-5053382703793818331</id><published>2008-01-02T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:19:38.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Write Sins Not Tragedies &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Panic At The Disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:&lt;br /&gt;"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved&lt;br /&gt;Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved&lt;br /&gt;Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wpxno6qUd0"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for official video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-5053382703793818331?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5053382703793818331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=5053382703793818331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5053382703793818331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/5053382703793818331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/2008/01/again.html' title='Again.'/><author><name>Janet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072885573633713824.post-4821604127664485770</id><published>2007-04-13T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:31:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I hope before the night is through&lt;br /&gt;One fumbled touch will finally hit the spot&lt;br /&gt;You've got everything going for you&lt;br /&gt;So I'll go for you with everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;Right here, the best days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Is this coincidence or a sign?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/yeah, we're feeling so good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;loves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Family &amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;- Panic At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;- Music in general&lt;br /&gt;- Writing/Reading&lt;br /&gt;- Playing/watching soccer&lt;br /&gt;- Coke&lt;br /&gt;- Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;- Bandom&lt;br /&gt;- The wonders of photoshop&lt;br /&gt;- Videography&lt;br /&gt;- Blair Waldorf's fashion sense&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate fudge cake&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas&lt;br /&gt;- A good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;- When people have the courtesy to apologize, just because.&lt;br /&gt;- xoxo&lt;br /&gt;- Aslan/Caspian, 'cause they bring the lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/and a few more of your least favourite things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hates.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Disappointment&lt;br /&gt;- Being constricted&lt;br /&gt;- Learning history&lt;br /&gt;- Heavy metal/screamo music&lt;br /&gt;- Having to sit still&lt;br /&gt;- Having to keep completely silent&lt;br /&gt;- Waking up early&lt;br /&gt;- Too much sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/good, good, now we're making some progress.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anything else?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go. I'm a random, happy-go-lucky person, who laughs at practically everything. Yes, I might have pseudobulbar affect and maybe even slight batrachophobia, too (and no, that's not the fear of bats). Basically, I'm just a little over the right amount of crazy \O/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (♥) Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Sirius Black, the Joker, Maxxie Oliver, Freddie Mclair, Chuck Bass &amp; Blair Waldorf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072885573633713824-4821604127664485770?l=holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdingtheiremotions.blogspot.com/feeds/4821604127664485770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072885573633713824&amp;postID=4821604127664485770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072885573633713824/posts/default/4821604127664485770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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