<?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-8935772879322596849</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:50:37.428-07:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='People'/><category term='Vampires'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Stephenie Meyer'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Break-Ups'/><category term='Drawings'/><category term='long distance relationships'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Emo-ly Yours..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-6797261064202518691</id><published>2010-07-11T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:53:14.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Vargas' Wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;She's a local celebrity here in the Philippines.. and When I first saw this video (of her wedding)... It was mixed emotions. It's very nice, and I could almost feel the love. I wish her all the luck, and hopefully, this wedding wouldnt be like the others, you know divorce and all that stuff. The vid has really nice songs, that I already have downloaded.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wish I would have mine, someday soon or something. hehe who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="540"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/usphIXNKcD8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/usphIXNKcD8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sigh. The feeling of love and being loved. :)) Such sweet sorrow. lol XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-6797261064202518691?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6797261064202518691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=6797261064202518691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/6797261064202518691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/6797261064202518691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuesday-vargas-wedding.html' title='Tuesday Vargas&apos; Wedding.'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-7945357248482446069</id><published>2010-07-11T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:46:59.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Faithfully - Glee Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This song has been my last song syndrome for the past 6 weeks. I love the original version, but this one? The duet thingy is just so perfect for me. It makes the meaning of the song more visible. The glory of love, despite whatever. I am so inlove with this song. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They say that the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ain't no place to start a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Right down the line it's been you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And loving a music man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ain't always what it's supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rachel Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh boy you stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm forever yours faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Circus life under the big top world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We all need the clowns to make us smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ooooh through space and time (through space and time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Always another show wondering where I am lost without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And being a part ain't easy on this love affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Two strangers learn to fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I get the joy of rediscovering you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh girl you stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm forever yours faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ooooooh ooooooooh ooooooh faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;faithfully ... I'm still yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ooooooh ooooooooh .... I'm still yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ooooooh ooooooooh ..... I'm still yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Artist : Glee Cast – Finn Hudson (Cory Monteith), Rachel Berry (Lea Michele) and New Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lyrics Title : Faithfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Episode : Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Original by : Journey (1983)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;EP : Journey to Regionals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-7945357248482446069?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7945357248482446069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=7945357248482446069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/7945357248482446069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/7945357248482446069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2010/07/faithfully-glee-version.html' title='Faithfully - Glee Version'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-7251403091621426335</id><published>2010-07-11T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T06:40:55.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>AM BACK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;After 2 months of not writing, here I am again bugging you with whatever I could bug you about. Mmm, those times that I havent been writing, I was kinda busy with a lot of things. Love, money and social Issues, but then again, here I am again back with new beats. LOL. haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I just dont know what to say, except that I want to say a lot of things but I really don't know what to say. Maybe I should start at what's buggin me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This is something that my friend have told me. It's something Like the Alpha and the Omega, the beggining and the end.. Nothing lasts forever. Like relationships and couples marrying saying I do and till death do us part and stuffs like that has, or will end one way or another. It's kinda bothering me a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My friend has been in a relationship for 4 years and 6 months, and all of a sudden they broke up. I don't really know what happened but it's very disturbing. Specially when you are so used to seing both of them together anywhere and everywhere and almost all of the gatherings there is. Seing them so broken and so hurt seems waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy too disturbing. Both of them are really good friends of mine. Sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This I know, The only thing that's constant is change. Pretty much like technology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The second thing that's been killing me is school. As much as I want to finish college right away, I am soooo bored of everything and anything that has to do with it. There are even times when I dont want to listen. (Except the subjects that I really like.) Maybe it's the teacher or maybe it's me, or I simply dont have enough motivation to keep going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;But when I try to stop, I remember my mom and dad and all the sacrifices that they are willing to take for me to get this freakin diploma, and then I get back on track. My diploma would not just be for me. It would be for myself and my parents, they are really the greatest and I dont want to disappoint them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I miss a lot of things and I feel so deprived sometimes for reasons I cannot really tell. Sometimes i'm so in the mood to be a hopeless romantic being, and then another time I feel so inspired. I get mixed emotions most of the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I am super growing up (not height wise.) but in my mind. maturity is something that comes to you ready or not. It's something like responsibility. It comes, it's unstoppable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wish that I have a sibling that's responsible enough to be an older sibling. I hate the fact that I can't have one. Maybe that's why i'm so envious when other siblings are so bonded and they love each other. but then again, you can't have eveything. And I am so saying a lot of things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Might as well start with my other posts :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-7251403091621426335?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7251403091621426335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=7251403091621426335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/7251403091621426335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/7251403091621426335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-back.html' title='AM BACK!!!!!'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-2554071625649287167</id><published>2010-02-19T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:34:18.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>I Quit - Atozzio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohw ohww&lt;br /&gt;What should i take from this&lt;br /&gt;Always an arguement&lt;br /&gt;What should i make of this&lt;br /&gt;We don't belong together&lt;br /&gt;Even if we are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Then why this keep happening&lt;br /&gt;The fights per week&lt;br /&gt;And mostly this don't make no sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out so strong&lt;br /&gt;We promised we would last forever&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm weak &amp;amp; i can't move on&lt;br /&gt;And no signs of things are getting better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep going back &amp;amp; forth&lt;br /&gt;And now this love's on life support&lt;br /&gt;And i can't go through this no more&lt;br /&gt;So i just wanna put in my two weeks notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;Put in my two weeks notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried all that i could&lt;br /&gt;Did everything in the book&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seems to work (out with us)&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard giving up&lt;br /&gt;When i invested so much&lt;br /&gt;But enough is enough (yeahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out so strong&lt;br /&gt;With the promise we would last forever&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm weak &amp;amp; i can't move on&lt;br /&gt;And no signs of things are getting better&lt;br /&gt;Find more lyrics at www.kovideo.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep going back &amp;amp; forth&lt;br /&gt;And now this love's on life support&lt;br /&gt;And i can't go through this no more&lt;br /&gt;So i just wanna put in my two weeks notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in all the time&lt;br /&gt;But it never payed off&lt;br /&gt;So i don't wanna listen&lt;br /&gt;And i sure don't wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;I've had it up to here&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna make it clear right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you my resignation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep going back &amp;amp; forth (back &amp;amp; forth)&lt;br /&gt;And now this love's on life support (wooow, i don't think it's gonna make it)&lt;br /&gt;And i can't go through this no more (i can't go through this no more)&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna put in my two weeks notice (yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep going back &amp;amp; forth (we keep babyy)&lt;br /&gt;And now this love's on life support (ohh oh)&lt;br /&gt;And i can't go through this no more (oehhh)&lt;br /&gt;So i just wanna put in my two weeks notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;Put in my two weeks notice&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-2554071625649287167?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2554071625649287167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=2554071625649287167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/2554071625649287167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/2554071625649287167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-quit-atozzio.html' title='I Quit - Atozzio'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-6901266197689835742</id><published>2010-01-20T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:39:08.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Disappointed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are times that you wanted to do something so much and you just dont have enough resources to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are also times that you need to do something, I mean really, really need to do something, you have the resources, you have the motivation but your laptop just wont agree with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so disappointed with myself as of the moment. I failed my boss and it's one of the things that sucks the most. I hate me. They have been so kind to me and one moment of laptop lousiness and it's all down. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo disappointed with myself.I know I could do better. SIGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-6901266197689835742?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6901266197689835742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=6901266197689835742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/6901266197689835742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/6901266197689835742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2010/01/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed..'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-3671480688727263092</id><published>2010-01-02T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:28:24.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/S0A4oMlHXVI/AAAAAAAACyc/rW6yE735aGw/s1600-h/red-2010-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/S0A4oMlHXVI/AAAAAAAACyc/rW6yE735aGw/s400/red-2010-year.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422396214576897362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Happy new year people! wwwwhoooohhhhoooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-3671480688727263092?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3671480688727263092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=3671480688727263092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/3671480688727263092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/3671480688727263092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Happy New Year Everyone!'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/S0A4oMlHXVI/AAAAAAAACyc/rW6yE735aGw/s72-c/red-2010-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-6144761245379743180</id><published>2009-06-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:05:03.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Stolen Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up until now I still can't get over the fact that my phone was stolen. I've had tons of memories in the mobile phone and I have been oh so mopy lately. I just can't get over the fact that the person I asked to open my bottle of gatorade was the one who has stolen it! That freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned from this experience is that you shouldn't trust anyone when you don't know them. Especially in a public transportation! you should hold on to everything you own until such time that you are sure that it's safe! I really, really missed my phone :( The pictures, the memories, the price! ughhhhhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-6144761245379743180?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6144761245379743180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=6144761245379743180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/6144761245379743180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/6144761245379743180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/06/stolen-phone.html' title='Stolen Phone'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-1025201811907400002</id><published>2009-06-01T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:55:51.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Find someone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOlgDhKXeI/AAAAAAAACsQ/svSWz7gStb8/s1600-h/2002-07-couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOlgDhKXeI/AAAAAAAACsQ/svSWz7gStb8/s400/2002-07-couples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342295553110334946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Find someone who isn't afraid to admit that they miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows that you're not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;but treats you as if you are.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose biggest fear is losing you.&lt;br /&gt;One who gives their heart completely.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who says i love you and means it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least...&lt;br /&gt;Find someone you wouldn't mind waking up with you in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;seing your wrinkles, and your gray hair,&lt;br /&gt;but still falls in love with you all over again&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-1025201811907400002?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1025201811907400002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=1025201811907400002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/1025201811907400002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/1025201811907400002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/06/find-someone.html' title='Find someone..'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOlgDhKXeI/AAAAAAAACsQ/svSWz7gStb8/s72-c/2002-07-couples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-4203522320357026377</id><published>2009-06-01T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:49:07.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Don't. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOju9dPtJI/AAAAAAAACsI/Wl9Scqu3FVU/s1600-h/gurlscrath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOju9dPtJI/AAAAAAAACsI/Wl9Scqu3FVU/s400/gurlscrath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293610158077074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never identify myself with my ACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what I do..&lt;br /&gt;Having done bad things doesn't mean I'm a bad person..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just someone who has made unwise decision :(&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-4203522320357026377?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4203522320357026377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=4203522320357026377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/4203522320357026377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/4203522320357026377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t. . .'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOju9dPtJI/AAAAAAAACsI/Wl9Scqu3FVU/s72-c/gurlscrath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-8872051123791470927</id><published>2009-06-01T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:42:57.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Fact:..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOiXX2HnFI/AAAAAAAACsA/TyVvaUAH75w/s1600-h/Just-Broken-Heart_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOiXX2HnFI/AAAAAAAACsA/TyVvaUAH75w/s400/Just-Broken-Heart_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342292105413237842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gut hurt the moment we start to CARE&lt;br /&gt;.. and they will only START to CARE when they realize we got&lt;br /&gt;HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-8872051123791470927?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8872051123791470927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=8872051123791470927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/8872051123791470927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/8872051123791470927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/06/fact.html' title='Fact:..'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiOiXX2HnFI/AAAAAAAACsA/TyVvaUAH75w/s72-c/Just-Broken-Heart_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-5052126816754727102</id><published>2009-05-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:47:48.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiFr9ryKsoI/AAAAAAAACr4/O9yiaaHGv3o/s1600-h/ugly_truth_posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiFr9ryKsoI/AAAAAAAACr4/O9yiaaHGv3o/s400/ugly_truth_posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341669340507452034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiFr9Cvs38I/AAAAAAAACrw/d8YphdeVMpI/s1600-h/2009_the_ugly_truth_teaser_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiFr9Cvs38I/AAAAAAAACrw/d8YphdeVMpI/s400/2009_the_ugly_truth_teaser_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341669329491255234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super looking forward to see this movie! Not because my GERARD BUTLER is here. LOl But because I think this movie is something to look forward to and it sounds fun and everything!&lt;br /&gt;So I will be really watching this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. When you get older.. I think you preference in men will change too! hahaha.. Demet! i'm just 21 but guess who I like staring at? Hugh Jackman, Gerard Butler.. Yummy successful men.. lol.. But I also like looking at men my age.. Zaac Efron, Chase Crawford.. yada yada yada.. whatver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just go ahead and watch this movie! hehe.. I'm promoting it as if they are paying me.. But I guess it's cool! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-5052126816754727102?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5052126816754727102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=5052126816754727102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/5052126816754727102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/5052126816754727102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugly-truth-p.html' title='The Ugly Truth :p'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiFr9ryKsoI/AAAAAAAACr4/O9yiaaHGv3o/s72-c/ugly_truth_posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-5811350974528298312</id><published>2009-05-30T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:10:18.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephenie Meyer'/><title type='text'>The Official New Moon Poster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiFoB73RE7I/AAAAAAAACro/X9RcM5M6yAw/s1600-h/new-moon-poster-official.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiFoB73RE7I/AAAAAAAACro/X9RcM5M6yAw/s400/new-moon-poster-official.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341665015496774578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do y'all think of the new "NEW MOON" poster? Is it hot or not?.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's what I think.. It's kinda dry.. but all's well.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I still say go TEAM EDWARD! Well Even if I don't really like Robert Patinson playing Edward.. But I loved the Edward in the book..  And I love the background on this one!  I'm pretty much excited if it will be more of the book or more of the edits the first one was a good one.. ^_^ And Bella is really bea-u-tey-ful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about the new poster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-5811350974528298312?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5811350974528298312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=5811350974528298312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/5811350974528298312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/5811350974528298312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/05/official-new-moon-poster.html' title='The Official New Moon Poster!'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SiFoB73RE7I/AAAAAAAACro/X9RcM5M6yAw/s72-c/new-moon-poster-official.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-1139667641253688276</id><published>2009-01-11T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:46:03.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long distance relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>What I Realized...</title><content type='html'>After the break-up that I didn't anticipate lol, well who wants break ups anyway? huh? OK so here are the following things I've realized. I feel like blabbing today so I must write them all while I could, and I'll sleep after this.. Or maybe not. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am still a little Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) MOST Men are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;polygamous by nature&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) MOST Men, tends to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;womanize from time to time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) MOST  Men could really, really be defensive when you ask them about something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESPECIALLY WHEN THE CASE IS ABOUT OTHER WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;. They'll tell you to trust them that they'll never break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) MOST men wants their GF to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust them&lt;/span&gt;" but just keeps doing things that makes their girl doubtful about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) When women/girls gets hurt, all the defense mechanisms rises and she will do anything to forget and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Most Men feel like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY ARE THE MAN&lt;/span&gt;" so they have to decide and control the relationship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not minding that they are hurting their girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;. They just want to go with the flow and flaunt their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super EGO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Long Distance Relationships are the hardest kind of relationship to maintain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Why can't other men just stick to one girl at a tim&lt;/span&gt;e?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Women gets possessive from time to time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE &lt;/span&gt;most men doesn't value their girlfriends, when she finds out that he has another woman, the possessive bone  gets activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Most men are not brave enough to tell their women how they love them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/span&gt; they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFRAID&lt;/span&gt; that they might be rejected or something like that which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ridiculous in every angle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) When you caught your man saying&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; to other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;, and confront him about it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he freaks out&lt;/span&gt; just when you have calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Since he has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plan B&lt;/span&gt; (the other woman) He suggest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break UP&lt;/span&gt;. And you, the woman who loves your man so much, will be in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANIC mode&lt;/span&gt; and you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEG&lt;/span&gt; him to stay and think it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) and then He tells you that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IT'S OVER&lt;/span&gt;, still you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTINUE to BEG&lt;/span&gt; and then after that he will tell you that he will be thinking about it. And You, as a girl will grant him his wish that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE NEEDS SPACE&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) After giving him the space that he needs, and tells you that he needs to talk to you, he tells you that he doesn't want to be your man anymore because he can't take your "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISTRUST&lt;/span&gt;" But, the truth was: He's super prepared to let you go because you have uncovered his secret and is prepared to go on with plan b and he really doesn't want you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Why do men needs back up plans? it's not like women will be extinct or something?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Stop looking around when love is already in front of you. Because just when you realize that she's important and you don't want to lose her, there she goes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moving on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) How come when it's a man's fault, a girl has to give way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) When most men are caught womanizing, they will defend themselves to death. Even if you ask him what really is the real reason behind (like let him tell you what's wrong with you) not sparing your feelings, He won't tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) It sucks when you're being lied on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRETENSIONS SUCKS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE HER OR HIM WHEN YOU DON'T REALLY MEAN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) You want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trusted&lt;/span&gt;? Please show that you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST WORTHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE HONEST ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt; to your boyfriend or girlfriend and tell him what you really, really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T KEEP SECRETS&lt;/span&gt;. You have to tell your boyfriend or girlfriend that you don't love/like her anymore when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALK THINGS OVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calm down&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DON'T SUPER FREAK OUT. IT'S ANNOYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Accept it when someone says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) You have to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) When He or She tells &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you it's over&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just accept it&lt;/span&gt;. You can't do anything about it anyway, that is if you can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) When He or She &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;asks for a chance&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;give at least 3&lt;/span&gt;.. See if it works,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if it doesn't let go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) There &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he goes throwing everything away without caring how you would feel&lt;/span&gt; because ALL HE CARES IS: YOU'VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG BY INVADING HIS PRIVACY BY KNOWING THAT HE HAS ANOTHER WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) IF HE OR SHE OFFERS FRIENDSHIP AFTER THE RELATIONSHIP, ACCEPT IT. AT LEAST YOU'RE STILL FRIENDS LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things in my head as of the moment,I'll share the rest in the near future.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-1139667641253688276?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1139667641253688276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=1139667641253688276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/1139667641253688276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/1139667641253688276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-realized.html' title='What I Realized...'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-3936557476204053602</id><published>2009-01-11T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:42:41.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break-Ups'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Jeroen</title><content type='html'>Hey Jeroen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? How have you been? It's been quite a while since we broke up. 23 Days to be exact. I hope you are well. And I hope you're happy now. I wanted to tell you a lot of things but then all of them are useless already, you've let go of me and you've done it with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. For the things you didn't deprive me and thank you for being my constant comfort when we were still "US". Thanks for the constant support and for the comforting words when I was very down.  I really wanted to say a lot but then I don't know where to start. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you how hurt I was about your reply, I wanted to scream, I wanted to just shout at you until I can't shout no more. I wanted to tell you everything, but then you stopped me, and you won't even listen to a single word I was trying to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You judged me right away. I freaked out. You freaked out. Just when I was as calm as the calmest person alive. I didn't even hear you explanations. I can't even understand it. Honestly, none of it made sense. And all I could think of was how UNFAIR it is. How UNFAIR you're judgment was. You didn't even consider my side. That you were the one who decided to just throw it all away. As if nothing happened, You walked out happy. I was almost ruined, but not quite. I was shattered into a thousand pieces. You were as you were. As whole as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered you telling me about having to have back-up plans just in case "WE" don't work things out. For almost a year I thought that it was fine. That we were OK and that we were doing well in keeping this relationship work and keeping the "US" in place, neatly and in order.  I thought everything just worked out fine. And I was setting aside my plans just so we could have this work more to the next level, and just be as close as we could be despite the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that you weren't like other men. Because you seem so different. You have always fascinated me. I thought you respected me and treated me nice because you felt the same way I felt. But I was wrong, In a relationship, it never is an equal sharing. One gives a lot, while the other gives too little. I guess I was on the losing side. I gave a lot, lost a lot and gained nothing. Your plan A, plan B, Plan C was still up. That I didn't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me your password for Myspace and the rest of your accounts. You told me you don't mind me reading your letters. So what was the fuss all about? I just opened your Friendster account out of instinct. Thank God we are not friends in that networking site. Thank God for friendster. I've discovered things you were trying to hide from me. Plan B is already ready, It was laid in a silver platter.  Ready to be unleashed the moment I make a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am after everything, and and have let all the opportunities that passed pass. Broken and broke. Haha Sounds pretty bitter huh? I'm sorry. I can't help it. I was deeply hurt.  But I think this helped me scream my unuttered rants haha. I know you're happy with her. I hope you don't hurt her the way you hurt me. Love her. Be with her. Respect her. Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks big time when I found out you were telling her the same thing you were telling me. COPY AND PASTE. I bet the text messages were the same thing. haha. Be atleast original. And please for one be loyal. DONT FRIGGIN SAY I LOVE YOU WHEN YOU DON'T MEAN IT. IT JUST SUCKS WHEN I FOUND OUT. It is so annoying when you say I love you to me and say it to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since the past is the past. And I feel better now since a lot of days has passed. I think I have moved on. I hope you're happy and dancing with happiness that you got rid of me. PEACE. have fun. Party more. And I know you won't be able to read this because you might have deleted everything that is connected to me. But were still good friends right? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-3936557476204053602?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3936557476204053602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=3936557476204053602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/3936557476204053602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/3936557476204053602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-letter-to-jeroen.html' title='An Open Letter to Jeroen'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-531319598831120697</id><published>2009-01-01T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:11:00.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New YEar Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Another year has passed and a new one is here. TIME FRIGGIN FLIES SO FAST! I didn't even noticed that I was so consumed to blogging I rejected all the high paying companies (compared to blogging that is hehe) offers I've had :( so Sorry so sad. But at least I wasn't sick or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2008 gave me a lot of happy and painful memories.  I've learned a lot of things and have let go of a lot of things that I was use to having. I've made mistakes and I've learned from those mistakes. But anyway, that's life. Now, I'm on Emo mode.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being care free and being a kid. And growing old SUCKS BIG TIME! Responsibilities.. eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... hahaha. But anyway, I'll just have to deal with it. I hope this yer 2009 I'll be more responsible and act like an ADULT. (yuck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!! START IT RIGHT AND BE HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-531319598831120697?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/531319598831120697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=531319598831120697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/531319598831120697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/531319598831120697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Happy New YEar Everyone!'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-1688158536830419827</id><published>2008-12-31T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:47:38.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Blog</title><content type='html'>The Year is about to end.. Sigh.. A lot of things has passed and a lot of things are about to happen. I hope this new year is going to give us all good vibes! LOl.. well, this is my yar end blog and I am so going to say Goodbye to 2008 and Heller 2009! Whhhhhhhhooooooooohhhhhoooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said goodbye to a couple of people this year. Maybe I would say hello to new ones. I will miss them, but then again that's life.. We have to say goodbye and say hello and meet them somewhere else and say hello again! (Did that make sense? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what I'm going to say in this year end blog. But I hope all of oyu guys will have a nice day and just have fun! Count down to year 2009 will be up later so let's all enjoy and thank GOD we're still alive and were still up and running and alive and kickin! yeah yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just continue to rock on and be happy and be really glad and just go with the flow and be whatever you wanted to be! And be really happy! Goodbye Bitterness hello Cebu for me! Weeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-1688158536830419827?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1688158536830419827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=1688158536830419827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/1688158536830419827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/1688158536830419827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-end-blog.html' title='Year End Blog'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-8871333913020618724</id><published>2008-12-16T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:37:12.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>All Around Me - FLYLEAF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hands are searching for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My arms are outstretched towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I feel you on my fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My tongue dances behind my lips for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This fire rising through my being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Burning I'm not used to seeing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can feel you all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My hands float up above me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you whisper you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I begin to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Into our secret place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The music makes me sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The angels singing say we are alone with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am alone and they are too with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can feel you all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And so I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The light is white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can feel you all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I give it to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now you own me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You said you would never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can feel you all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Savoring this heart that's healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-8871333913020618724?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8871333913020618724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=8871333913020618724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/8871333913020618724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/8871333913020618724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-around-me-flyleaf.html' title='All Around Me - FLYLEAF'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-4728176651918751323</id><published>2008-12-14T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:18:36.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Young Blood Spills Tonight - Eyes Set  To Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sip my blood till there's no blood left to spill&lt;br /&gt;From my neck embraced by&lt;br /&gt;A concealed grip I welcomed in my arms, in my arms, in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Bruised by your love&lt;br /&gt;Burned by your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;Bruised by your love&lt;br /&gt;Burned by your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young blood spills tonight&lt;br /&gt;This time the victim is you&lt;br /&gt;Poison lips, the ones you kiss&lt;br /&gt;I swear my love for you is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young blood spills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sing&lt;br /&gt;My deadly lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Bruised by your love&lt;br /&gt;Burned by your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;Bruised by your love&lt;br /&gt;Burned by your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this true love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sing my deadly lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sing to hypnotize your body&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sing my deadly lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Now here I sing to hypnotize your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bled that night till drained&lt;br /&gt;You drank me dry I did the same&lt;br /&gt;We bleed this night till drained&lt;br /&gt;This cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bled that night till drained&lt;br /&gt;You drank me dry I did the same&lt;br /&gt;We bleed this night till drained&lt;br /&gt;This cold, this cold night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-4728176651918751323?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4728176651918751323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=4728176651918751323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Eyes Set To Kill - Beauty Through Broken Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glass hailed from the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hide to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;Standing drenched from open wounds.&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand, and pulled me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;Ill give you my all because you gave me&lt;br /&gt;You gave me your lips&lt;br /&gt;a gentle kiss&lt;br /&gt;the medicine to cure my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to all this glass shatter.&lt;br /&gt;i peirced my ears and made them bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Now sounds so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're beatiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Twilight!!Twilight!!Twilight!!Twilight!!Twilight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-731750694949014222?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/731750694949014222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=731750694949014222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/731750694949014222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/731750694949014222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight!!'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935772879322596849.post-5998997618624890923</id><published>2008-11-22T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:57:20.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SSfzd6vryJI/AAAAAAAACZE/GhjtkpaEZkE/s1600-h/127540-2272378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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(pronounced &lt;span title="Pronunciation in the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA)" class="IPA"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"&gt;/ˈiːmoʊ/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) is a genre of music that originated from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardcore_punk" title="Hardcore punk"&gt;hardcore punk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and later adopted &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_punk" title="Pop punk"&gt;pop punk&lt;/a&gt; influences when it became mainstream in the US.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It has since come to describe several variations of music with common roots and associated fashion and stereotypes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the mid-1980s, the term &lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt; described a subgenre of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardcore_punk" title="Hardcore punk"&gt;hardcore punk&lt;/a&gt; which stemmed from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_of_Washington,_D.C." title="Music of Washington, D.C."&gt;Washington, D.C. music scene&lt;/a&gt;. In later years, the term &lt;i&gt;emocore&lt;/i&gt;, short for "emotional hardcore", was also used to describe the emotional performances of bands in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington,_D.C." title="Washington, D.C."&gt;Washington, D.C.&lt;/a&gt; scene and some of the offshoot regional scenes such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rites_of_Spring_%28band%29" title="Rites of Spring (band)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Rites of Spring&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Embrace_%28U.S._band%29" title="Embrace (U.S. band)"&gt;Embrace&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Last_Wish" title="One Last Wish"&gt;One Last Wish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beefeater_%28band%29" title="Beefeater (band)"&gt;Beefeater&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gray_Matter_%28band%29" title="Gray Matter (band)"&gt;Gray Matter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_Party" title="Fire Party"&gt;Fire Party&lt;/a&gt;, and later, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moss_Icon" title="Moss Icon"&gt;Moss Icon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the mid-1990s, the term &lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt; began to refer to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indie_%28culture%29" title="Indie (culture)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;indie scene&lt;/a&gt; that followed the influences of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fugazi" title="Fugazi"&gt;Fugazi&lt;/a&gt;, which itself was an offshoot of the first wave of emo. Bands including &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunny_Day_Real_Estate" title="Sunny Day Real Estate"&gt;Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Far_%28band%29" title="Far (band)"&gt;Far&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_Is_the_Reason" title="Texas Is the Reason"&gt;Texas Is the Reason&lt;/a&gt; had a more &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indie_rock" title="Indie rock"&gt;indie rock&lt;/a&gt; style of emo, more melodic and less chaotic. The so-called "indie emo" scene survived until the late 1990s, when many of the bands either disbanded or shifted to mainstream styles. As the remaining indie emo bands entered the mainstream, newer bands began to emulate the mainstream style.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today popular bands like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fall_Out_Boy" title="Fall Out Boy"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-1" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Chemical_Romance" title="My Chemical Romance"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-2" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panic_at_the_Disco" title="Panic at the Disco"&gt;Panic at the Disco&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-3" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paramore" title="Paramore"&gt;Paramore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-4" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-4" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; are described as emo despite playing a differing style of music from the previous emo bands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;First wave (1985-1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;In 1985 in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Washington,_D.C." title="Washington, D.C."&gt;Washington, D.C.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_MacKaye" title="Ian MacKaye"&gt;Ian MacKaye&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Picciotto" title="Guy Picciotto"&gt;Guy Picciotto&lt;/a&gt;, veterans of the DC hardcore music scene, took their music in a more personal direction with a far greater sense of experimentation, bringing forth MacKaye's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Embrace_%28U.S._band%29" title="Embrace (U.S. band)"&gt;Embrace&lt;/a&gt; and Picciotto's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rites_of_Spring_%28band%29" title="Rites of Spring (band)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Rites of Spring&lt;/a&gt;. The style of music developed by Embrace and Rites of Spring soon became its own sound. As a result of the renewed spirit of experimentation and musical innovation that developed the new scene, the summer of 1985 soon came to be known in the scene as "Revolution Summer".&lt;sup id="cite_ref-5" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-5" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where the term &lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt; actually originated is uncertain, but members of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rites_of_Spring_%28band%29" title="Rites of Spring (band)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Rites of Spring (band)&lt;/a&gt; mentioned in a 1985 interview in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flipside_%28fanzine%29" title="Flipside (fanzine)"&gt;Flipside Magazine&lt;/a&gt; that some of their fans had started using the term to describe their music.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Within a short time, the D.C. emo sound began to influence other bands such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moss_Icon" title="Moss Icon"&gt;Moss Icon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nation_of_Ulysses" title="Nation of Ulysses"&gt;Nation of Ulysses&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dag_Nasty" title="Dag Nasty"&gt;Dag Nasty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soulside" title="Soulside"&gt;Soulside&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shudder_to_Think" title="Shudder to Think"&gt;Shudder to Think&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_Party" title="Fire Party"&gt;Fire Party&lt;/a&gt;, Marginal Man, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gray_Matter_%28band%29" title="Gray Matter (band)"&gt;Gray Matter&lt;/a&gt;, many of which were released on MacKaye's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dischord_Records" title="Dischord Records"&gt;Dischord Records&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the same time, in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York" title="New York"&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Jersey" title="New Jersey"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/a&gt; area, bands such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Native_Nod" title="Native Nod"&gt;Native Nod&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Policy_of_3" title="Policy of 3"&gt;Policy of 3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rye_Coalition" title="Rye Coalition"&gt;Rye Coalition&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quicksand_%28band%29" title="Quicksand (band)"&gt;Quicksand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-6" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-6" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; were feeling the same impulse. Many of these bands were involved with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ABC_No_Rio" title="ABC No Rio"&gt;ABC No Rio&lt;/a&gt; club scene in New York, itself a response to the violence and stagnation in the scene and with the bands that played at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CBGB" title="CBGB"&gt;CBGBs&lt;/a&gt;, the only other small venue for hardcore in New York at the time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Following the disbanding of Embrace in 1986, MacKaye established the influential group &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fugazi" title="Fugazi"&gt;Fugazi&lt;/a&gt;, and was soon joined by Picciotto. While Fugazi itself is not typically categorized as emo, the band's music is cited as an influence by popular second-wave bands such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunny_Day_Real_Estate" title="Sunny Day Real Estate"&gt;Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-7" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-7" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Far_%28band%29" title="Far (band)"&gt;Far&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-8" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-8" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Braid_%28band%29" title="Braid (band)"&gt;Braid&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-9" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-9" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Eat_World" title="Jimmy Eat World"&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-10" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-10" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;11&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Second_wave_.281994.E2.80.932000.29" id="Second_wave_.281994.E2.80.932000.29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Second wave (1994–2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;As Fugazi and the Dischord Records scene became increasingly popular in the indie underground of the early 1990s, new bands began to spring up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diary_%28album%29" title="Diary (album)"&gt;Diary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;was released by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunny_Day_Real_Estate" title="Sunny Day Real Estate"&gt;Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;/a&gt; in 1994. The band performed on TV shows, including&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Jon_Stewart_Show" title="The Jon Stewart Show"&gt;The Jon Stewart Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Inspired by Fugazi and Sunny Day Real Estate, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Eat_World" title="Jimmy Eat World"&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/a&gt; released the album &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Static_Prevails" title="Static Prevails"&gt;Static Prevails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in 1996 on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capitol_Records" title="Capitol Records"&gt;Capitol Records&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A Cornerstone of the late-Nineties emo movement was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weezer" title="Weezer"&gt;Weezer&lt;/a&gt;'s 1996 album &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinkerton_%28album%29" title="Pinkerton (album)"&gt;Pinkerton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, which was to be considered one of the defining emo records of the 90s and was said to have introduced emo to a larger and more mainstream audience.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-11" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-11" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-12" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-12" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;13&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In 1997, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deep_Elm_Records" title="Deep Elm Records"&gt;Deep Elm Records&lt;/a&gt; released the first installment in a series of compilations called &lt;i&gt;Emo Diaries&lt;/i&gt;, featuring tracks from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Eat_World" title="Jimmy Eat World"&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samiam" title="Samiam"&gt;Samiam&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jejune" title="Jejune"&gt;Jejune&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Mainstream_emo_.282000.E2.80.93present.29" id="Mainstream_emo_.282000.E2.80.93present.29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Mainstream emo (2000–present)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;While Jimmy Eat World had played emocore-style music early in their career, by the time of the release of their 2001 album &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bleed_American" title="Bleed American"&gt;Bleed American&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, the band had downplayed its emo influences, releasing more pop-oriented singles such as "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Middle" title="The Middle"&gt;The Middle&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetness_%28song%29" title="Sweetness (song)"&gt;Sweetness&lt;/a&gt;". Newer bands that sounded like Jimmy Eat World (and, in some cases, like the more melodic emo bands of the late 90s) were soon included in the genre.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-13" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-13" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;14&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2003 saw the success of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Carrabba" title="Chris Carrabba"&gt;Chris Carrabba&lt;/a&gt;, the former singer of emo band &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Further_Seems_Forever" title="Further Seems Forever"&gt;Further Seems Forever&lt;/a&gt;, and his project &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dashboard_Confessional" title="Dashboard Confessional"&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/a&gt;. Carraba found himself part of the emerging "popular" emo scene. Carrabba's music featured lyrics founded in deep diary-like outpourings of emotion. While certainly emotional, the new "emo" had a far greater appeal amongst adolescents than its earlier incarnations.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-14" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-14" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;15&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the same time, use of the term "emo" expanded beyond the musical genre, which added to the confusion surrounding the term. The word "emo" became associated with open displays of strong emotion. Common fashion styles and attitudes that were becoming idiomatic of fans of similar "emo" bands also began to be referred to as "emo." As a result, bands that were loosely associated with "emo" trends or simply demonstrated emotion began to be referred to as &lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-15" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-15" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;16&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In a strange twist, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Screamo" title="Screamo"&gt;screamo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, a sub-genre of the new emo, has found greater popularity in recent years through bands such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glassjaw" title="Glassjaw"&gt;Glassjaw&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-16" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-16" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;17&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The difficulty in defining "emo" as a genre may have started at the very beginning. In a 2003 interview by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Mark_Prindle&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Mark Prindle (page does not exist)"&gt;Mark Prindle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Picciotto" title="Guy Picciotto"&gt;Guy Picciotto&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fugazi" title="Fugazi"&gt;Fugazi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rites_of_Spring_%28band%29" title="Rites of Spring (band)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Rites of Spring&lt;/a&gt; was asked how he felt about "being the creator of the emo genre." He responded:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote class="templatequote"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't recognize that attribution. I've never recognized "emo" as a genre of music. I always thought it was the most retarded term ever. I know there is this generic commonplace that every band that gets labeled with that term hates it. They feel scandalized by it. But honestly, I just thought that all the bands I played in were punk rock bands. The reason I think it's so stupid is that—what, like the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bad_Brains" title="Bad Brains"&gt;Bad Brains&lt;/a&gt; weren't emotional? What—they were robots or something? It just doesn't make any sense to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="templatequotecite"&gt;—&lt;cite&gt;Mark Prindle, "&lt;a href="http://www.markprindle.com/picciotto-i.htm" class="external text" title="http://www.markprindle.com/picciotto-i.htm" rel="nofollow"&gt;Interview with Guy Picciotto&lt;/a&gt;".  MarkPrindle.com (2003).&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Fashion_and_stereotype" id="Fashion_and_stereotype"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Fashion and stereotype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="thumb tright"&gt; &lt;div class="thumbinner" style="width: 202px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Fringe.jpg" class="image" title="Long fringe (bangs) brushed to one side"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/a8/Fringe.jpg/200px-Fringe.jpg" class="thumbimage" border="0" width="200" height="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="thumbcaption"&gt; &lt;div class="magnify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Fringe.jpg" class="internal" title="Enlarge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/skins/common/images/magnify-clip.png" alt="" width="15" height="11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Long &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fringe_%28hair%29" title="Fringe (hair)"&gt;fringe&lt;/a&gt; (bangs) brushed to one side&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today emo is more commonly tied to fashion than to music,&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3news_17-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-3news-17" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;18&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and the term "emo" is sometimes stereotyped with tight &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeans" title="Jeans"&gt;jeans&lt;/a&gt; on males and females alike, long &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fringe_%28hair%29" title="Fringe (hair)"&gt;fringe&lt;/a&gt; (bangs) brushed to one side of the face or over one or both eyes, dyed black, straight hair, tight &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T-shirt" title="T-shirt"&gt;t-shirts&lt;/a&gt; (sometimes short sleeved) which often bear the names of emo bands (or other designer shirts), studded &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belt_%28clothing%29" title="Belt (clothing)"&gt;belts&lt;/a&gt;, belt buckles, canvas sneakers or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skate_shoes" title="Skate shoes"&gt;skate shoes&lt;/a&gt; or other black shoes (often old and beaten up) and thick, black &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horn-rimmed_glasses" title="Horn-rimmed glasses"&gt;horn-rimmed glasses&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-knot_magazine_18-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-knot_magazine-18" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;19&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-incendiary_magazine_19-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-incendiary_magazine-19" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;20&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-gurl_magazine_20-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-gurl_magazine-20" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;21&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; This fashion has at times been characterized as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fads_and_trends" title="Fads and trends" class="mw-redirect"&gt;fad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-fairfield_21-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-fairfield-21" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;22&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="thumb tright"&gt; &lt;div class="thumbinner" style="width: 202px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Trosity2.jpg" class="image" title="Another example of hair characteristic of emo"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e4/Trosity2.jpg/200px-Trosity2.jpg" class="thumbimage" border="0" width="200" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="thumbcaption"&gt; &lt;div class="magnify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Trosity2.jpg" class="internal" title="Enlarge"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/skins/common/images/magnify-clip.png" alt="" width="15" height="11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Another example of hair characteristic of emo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;In recent years the popular media has associated emo with a stereotype that includes being emotional, sensitive, shy, introverted, or angsty.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-findingemo_22-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-findingemo-22" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;23&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-23" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-23" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;24&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-24" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-24" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;25&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; It is also associated with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_%28mood%29" title="Depression (mood)"&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-injury" title="Self-injury"&gt;self-injury&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide" title="Suicide"&gt;suicide&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-daily_mail_25-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-daily_mail-25" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;26&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-26" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-26" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;27&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a name="Criticism" id="Criticism"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Criticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;In 2008, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time_Magazine" title="Time Magazine" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Time Magazine&lt;/a&gt; reported that "anti-emo" groups attacked teenagers in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexico_City" title="Mexico City"&gt;Mexico City&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santiago_de_Quer%C3%A9taro" title="Santiago de Querétaro" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Querétaro&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tijuana" title="Tijuana"&gt;Tijuana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-27" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-27" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;28&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-28" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-28" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;29&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; One of Mexico's foremost critics of emo was Kristoff, a music presenter on the popular TV channel Telehit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerard_Way" title="Gerard Way"&gt;Gerard Way&lt;/a&gt;, the lead singer of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Chemical_Romance" title="My Chemical Romance"&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/a&gt; stated in an interview that "emo is a pile of shit", and that his band was never emo.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-29" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-29" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;30&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panic_at_the_Disco" title="Panic at the Disco"&gt;Panic at the Disco&lt;/a&gt; also stated in an interview with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NME" title="NME"&gt;NME&lt;/a&gt;: "emo is bullshit."&lt;sup id="cite_ref-30" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-30" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;31&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; These two bands, however, tend to be classified as emo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fans of emo are criticized for purported displays of emotion common in the scene. Complaints pointed to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Histrionic_personality_disorder" title="Histrionic personality disorder"&gt;histrionic&lt;/a&gt; manner in which the emotions were expressed.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-31" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-31" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;32&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In October 2003, a &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punk_Planet" title="Punk Planet"&gt;Punk Planet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; contributor leveled the charge that the current era of emo was sexist. Hopper argued that where bands such as Jawbox, Jawbreaker and Sunny Day Real Estate had characterized women in such a way that they were not "exclusively defined by their absence or lensed through romantic-specter",&lt;sup id="cite_ref-32" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-32" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;33&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; contemporary bands approached relationship issues by "damning the girl on the other side ... its woman-induced misery has gone from being descriptive to being prescriptive." Regarding the position of women listening to emo, the contributor went on to note that the music had become "just another forum where women were locked in a stasis of outside observation, observing ourselves through the eyes of others."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Critics of modern emo have argued that there is a tendency toward increasingly generic and homogenized style.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-33" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-33" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;34&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Emo music has been blamed for the suicide by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanging" title="Hanging"&gt;hanging&lt;/a&gt; of Hannah Bond by both the coroner at the inquest into her death and her mother, Heather Bond, after it was claimed that emo music glamorized suicide and her apparent obsession with My Chemical Romance was said to be linked to her suicide. The inquest heard that she was part of an internet "emo" cult &lt;sup id="cite_ref-thesun_34-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-thesun-34" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;35&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bebo" title="Bebo"&gt;Bebo&lt;/a&gt; page contained an image of an 'emo girl' with bloody wrists.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-nme_35-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-nme-35" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;36&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; It was also revealed that she had discussed "the glamour of hanging" online&lt;sup id="cite_ref-thesun_34-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-thesun-34" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;35&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; and had explained to her parents that her &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self_harming" title="Self harming" class="mw-redirect"&gt;self harming&lt;/a&gt; was an "emo initiation ceremony".&lt;sup id="cite_ref-nme_35-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-nme-35" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;36&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Heather Bond criticised emo fashion, saying: "There are 'emo' websites that show pink teddies hanging themselves." After the verdict was reported in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NME" title="NME"&gt;NME&lt;/a&gt;, fans of emo music contacted the magazine to defend against accusations that it promotes self harm and suicide.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-36" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo#cite_note-36" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;37&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; In Russia, a law has been presented at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duma" title="Duma"&gt;Duma&lt;/a&gt; to regulate emo websites and forbid emo style at schools and government buildings, for fears of emo being a "dangerous teen trend" promoting anti-social behaviour, depression, social withdrawal and even suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935772879322596849-4575224108920353475?l=emolyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4575224108920353475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935772879322596849&amp;postID=4575224108920353475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/4575224108920353475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935772879322596849/posts/default/4575224108920353475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emolyyours.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-emo.html' title='What Is Emo?'/><author><name>shzainzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317779968492251695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2tICvHFmfI/SQBzZjpwI5I/AAAAAAAABxU/gtyDcAC1XXU/S220/35.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
