<?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-2661416924526516593</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:02:37.546+08:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='errorfinder'/><category term='OFW'/><category term='Amazing race'/><category term='revenge'/><category term='shizz'/><category term='songs'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='God(?)'/><category term='mad'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='retards'/><category term='politics'/><category term='fellowship of the dumped'/><category term='quote'/><category term='rants'/><category term='emocrap'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='break-ups'/><category term='wasted'/><category term='movie'/><category term='blah blah blah'/><category term='Reality show'/><category term='apocalypse'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='words'/><category term='martyr'/><category term='humor (?)'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='scary pictures'/><category term='hodgepodge'/><category term='wars'/><category term='samahan ng mga bigo'/><category term='Survivor Gabon'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Princess sarah'/><category term='raving lunatic'/><category term='musings'/><category term='jilted'/><category term='love'/><category term='trailers'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Emotionally Sloppy</title><subtitle type='html'>shinanigans...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-728922230415988751</id><published>2011-11-29T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:15:45.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>when boredom hits...</title><content type='html'>So one boring tuesday afternoon while waiting for my friend I wandered into this blog and voila! Here I am writing about it and noticing that it's been awhile since I last logged in. Blame tumblr (yes, still tumblr) also, i'm too lazy to write about anything happening in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-728922230415988751?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/728922230415988751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=728922230415988751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/728922230415988751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/728922230415988751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-boredom-hits.html' title='when boredom hits...'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1040852942497864956</id><published>2011-07-29T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:35:50.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>uninvited guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFRg6JEuvQ8/TjIp7QNBu_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/zXc6uPQNBvw/s1600/tumblr_lp1x4exWqq1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFRg6JEuvQ8/TjIp7QNBu_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/zXc6uPQNBvw/s320/tumblr_lp1x4exWqq1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634612181732539378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because i'm bored, i'm depressed and I want to share this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-1040852942497864956?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1040852942497864956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1040852942497864956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1040852942497864956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1040852942497864956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2011/07/uninvited-guest.html' title='uninvited guest'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFRg6JEuvQ8/TjIp7QNBu_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/zXc6uPQNBvw/s72-c/tumblr_lp1x4exWqq1qzxzwwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-321395619551548865</id><published>2011-07-06T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:17:31.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shizz'/><title type='text'>Here we go. Again.</title><content type='html'>So this is me trying to blog again. As if I have exciting things to tell. Over the past few months i've been busy with:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Doctor Who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Misfits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Game of Thrones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. couple books (too lazy to enumerate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. couple of movies (yes i'm really lazy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. tumblr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I think that pretty much sums up the reason why I stopped blogging. Oh and also I can't write a decent sentence. Yeah I think that's it. Anyway will try to start writing over my frustrations and depressions and stuff because i'd rather here than talk to my friends and blew my cover of Little Miss Sunshine. Yey to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-321395619551548865?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/321395619551548865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=321395619551548865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/321395619551548865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/321395619551548865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go. Again.'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8062079209966053570</id><published>2011-02-08T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:58:06.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Whoa almost a year since I last logged in. Almost a year and I still have nothing intelligent to say. Yay for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-8062079209966053570?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8062079209966053570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8062079209966053570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8062079209966053570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8062079209966053570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-263360243060947969</id><published>2010-03-15T20:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:47:22.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing race'/><title type='text'>Amazing Race 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54jndyyEBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_JI2t_3v95s/s1600-h/amazing_logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54jndyyEBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_JI2t_3v95s/s320/amazing_logo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448831760084373522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This seasons fave are&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54jc8yjstI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nYXPjD3WUZ0/s1600-h/23817485516540-21114737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54jc8yjstI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nYXPjD3WUZ0/s320/23817485516540-21114737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448831579426370258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The cowboy brothers Jet and Cord McCoy. At first you'd think they don't know much but they're both pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54j_LbTmUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/k8F_hujwq5Y/s1600-h/23817483076940-21114745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54j_LbTmUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/k8F_hujwq5Y/s320/23817483076940-21114745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448832167470930242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brothers Dan and Jordan Pious. Because of their witty retorts and bickerings ["&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I look like Lance Armstrong or DO I look like Lance Armstrong" &lt;/span&gt;] ok, there's nothing funny about that just the way he said it, kinda reminds me of  BJ and Tyler (season 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54nPzep8rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/v3Hus2Axuro/s1600-h/ar_9_bj_tyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54nPzep8rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/v3Hus2Axuro/s320/ar_9_bj_tyler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448835751635186354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wait! nothing beats BJ and Tyler, they're still  my fave TAR duo.&lt;br /&gt;and let me not forget Tyler and James (Season 10). Because they're hunks. (hunks in a skinny kind of way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54pbdjJEGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FAV4Q7zcuJY/s1600-h/GW314H228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54pbdjJEGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FAV4Q7zcuJY/s320/GW314H228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448838150930108514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyler and James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..... hmmkay guess i'm finished now. There was actually no sense in this post except that I love The amazing race especially the old seasons which got me really excited and all and that I think the newer seasons, starting with season 13 (Oh hey the 13th curse?) onwards are lame and kinda boring. [click &lt;a href="http://amazingrace.wetpaint.com/page/Nick+%26+Starr"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for season 13 winners Nick and Starr. Gawd I hated them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again. Maybe this season won't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2661416924526516593-263360243060947969?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/263360243060947969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=263360243060947969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/263360243060947969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/263360243060947969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazing-race-16.html' title='Amazing Race 16'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54jndyyEBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_JI2t_3v95s/s72-c/amazing_logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5695730931701361977</id><published>2010-03-15T18:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:52:04.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>DODGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;This photo made me laugh out loud I had to post.... if you don't find it funny well that would prove what I've been suspecting for quite some time now.. that i'm shallow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54QGeCK_nI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Tdx1--Osl0U/s1600-h/tumblr_kzbh4sg40g1qzv44ao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54QGeCK_nI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Tdx1--Osl0U/s320/tumblr_kzbh4sg40g1qzv44ao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448810302492311154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever this is, it looks very, very dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got this over at tumbr (yes tumbr again from this guy, &lt;a class="name" href="http://hilarion.tumblr.com/post/449657652"&gt;The Procrastinator&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-5695730931701361977?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5695730931701361977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5695730931701361977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5695730931701361977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5695730931701361977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2010/03/dodge.html' title='DODGE!'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S54QGeCK_nI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Tdx1--Osl0U/s72-c/tumblr_kzbh4sg40g1qzv44ao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2166946904357258122</id><published>2010-02-04T20:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:19:50.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>hai there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S2rTG2qiJMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PDcIHzYrDHc/s1600-h/tumblr_kx93h36W5d1qzj8bvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 457px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S2rTG2qiJMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PDcIHzYrDHc/s320/tumblr_kx93h36W5d1qzj8bvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434388015082513602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Been a long time since I last posted something here on blogger. uhmm ok wait, I think I just posted something yesterday ehehehe. The reason why I haven't been blogging that much (I'd like to assume that someones wondering) is, drumroll please..... i've been busy being a housewife...ahhh yes, the joys of being married. Doing nothing but tending to your husband... satisfying his every whim. Prepare his breakfast. Getting his things ready. Tidying  the house. Making sure his shirts are all ironed. Prepare for dinner. Get his slippers. All in all i'm a happy slave.. and not just any slave, mind you. I get free sex... now isn't that kwel?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NOT! The hell i'd be that kind of a housewife! Then again, if it was for role play purposes maybe i'd reconsider. Truth behind the matter is, i've actually been wasting my time over at tumblr... I'm now a certified tumblr addict. I can't help it, its pretty addicting posting and liking pictures. Uhmm, between you and me, it's  actually because of their REBLOG botton. It suits people like me who can't think of anything original and is lazy to think at all. You just press reblog and presto!! it's in your dashboard. And if you're an ass you take away the credits and pass it as your own.. nice huh? =) so off I go to tumblr again to do some serious reblogging.. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and I hope you all like the pic.. I nicked it at tumblr. Its Aladdin after Jasmine dumped him for some rich dude. Times were hard so he tried his luck at dancing in the local club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before I actually get into real trouble. The photo is from &lt;a href="http://iheart-stolenimages.blogspot.com/2010/02/disney-princes-gone-sexy.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;. check it out if you want to see other princes who's gone sexy. Enjoy! =)&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2661416924526516593-2166946904357258122?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2166946904357258122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2166946904357258122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2166946904357258122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2166946904357258122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2010/02/hai-there.html' title='hai there!'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S2rTG2qiJMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PDcIHzYrDHc/s72-c/tumblr_kx93h36W5d1qzj8bvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7651853250618380166</id><published>2010-02-03T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:39:20.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>gayspeak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S2jf7YnxZQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DY7ePeQYkxk/s1600-h/tumblr_kx7ybwIOKc1qa8hx3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S2jf7YnxZQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DY7ePeQYkxk/s320/tumblr_kx7ybwIOKc1qa8hx3o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433839161737045250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;just saw this over at tumblr and found it quite artistic how the artist placed in all the words to form RIGHTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-7651853250618380166?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7651853250618380166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7651853250618380166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7651853250618380166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7651853250618380166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2010/02/gayspeak.html' title='gayspeak'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S2jf7YnxZQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DY7ePeQYkxk/s72-c/tumblr_kx7ybwIOKc1qa8hx3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3835671099327400223</id><published>2010-01-18T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:28:46.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>typography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S1RwDYOSgcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7X_MUeAhIvk/s1600-h/tumblr_kw09h5bNor1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S1RwDYOSgcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7X_MUeAhIvk/s320/tumblr_kw09h5bNor1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428086654232592834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-3835671099327400223?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3835671099327400223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3835671099327400223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3835671099327400223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3835671099327400223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2010/01/typography.html' title='typography'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S1RwDYOSgcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7X_MUeAhIvk/s72-c/tumblr_kw09h5bNor1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3263159136409857841</id><published>2010-01-03T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:51:18.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing much... just dropping by to wish you all a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S0CShQjGzKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Cm802oa3aWA/s1600-h/tumblr_kvi83c44Ui1qzs2aco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 440px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S0CShQjGzKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Cm802oa3aWA/s320/tumblr_kvi83c44Ui1qzs2aco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422495051429629090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-3263159136409857841?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3263159136409857841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3263159136409857841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3263159136409857841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3263159136409857841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/S0CShQjGzKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Cm802oa3aWA/s72-c/tumblr_kvi83c44Ui1qzs2aco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7284795799112749234</id><published>2009-11-26T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:06:26.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maguindanao: Points to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sw4nJif_O9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZUXOOA4rQRg/s1600/tumblr_ktpdgbw2N41qzlsoxo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 477px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sw4nJif_O9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZUXOOA4rQRg/s320/tumblr_ktpdgbw2N41qzlsoxo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408303247351823314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;POINTS TO PONDER! How come when TED FAILON was tagged as a SUSPECT, every policeman in the country was in search for him? No evidence was found but still he was invited to the PNP station and treated as a SUSPECT although INNOCENT. Right? How come ERAP was arrested the day the government instructed PNP to arrest him even if there were NO DIRECT EVIDENCE that he was indeed responsible for the crime accused to him by other equally-corrupt politicians? How come some ordinary people can get arrested just by mere suspicion and others are not because they are powerful and favored by the government? The Law should be fair and it should be applied to all regardless of social status by: Ryan Ericson Canlas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Exactly what I was thinking too while listening to the news earlier today. (via&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/2/257936153"&gt; tumblr&lt;/a&gt;)&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/2661416924526516593-7284795799112749234?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7284795799112749234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7284795799112749234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7284795799112749234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7284795799112749234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/11/maguindanao-points-to-ponder.html' title='Maguindanao: Points to Ponder'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sw4nJif_O9I/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZUXOOA4rQRg/s72-c/tumblr_ktpdgbw2N41qzlsoxo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8125008133356082857</id><published>2009-09-15T13:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:18:06.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Yo Kanye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because Kanye West has ADHD he just can't keep himself from grabbing mics and letting the world know what he thinks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8hbTniPPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BEu0rq04NHo/s1600-h/tumblr_kpzjsaiYL51qzl250o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 388px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8hbTniPPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BEu0rq04NHo/s320/tumblr_kpzjsaiYL51qzl250o1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556832737311986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8g09f5xjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2Ng25vLM2gs/s1600-h/tumblr_kpzuucG99A1qzssi5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8g09f5xjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2Ng25vLM2gs/s320/tumblr_kpzuucG99A1qzssi5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556173964690994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8g0Wje4oI/AAAAAAAAAfk/xck2fXGLBpY/s1600-h/tumblr_kpzmdf3bCt1qzlh2mo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8g0Wje4oI/AAAAAAAAAfk/xck2fXGLBpY/s320/tumblr_kpzmdf3bCt1qzlh2mo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556163510723202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8gzYeCXGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/iMbvTydOCsY/s1600-h/tumblr_kpze8bgjMk1qzl3s5o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8gzYeCXGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/iMbvTydOCsY/s320/tumblr_kpze8bgjMk1qzl3s5o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556146844884066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8gy3En60I/AAAAAAAAAfM/GmTXXe69ClQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kpzceiErhR1qzpwi0o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8gy3En60I/AAAAAAAAAfM/GmTXXe69ClQ/s320/tumblr_kpzceiErhR1qzpwi0o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556137879923522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq-DacKScsI/AAAAAAAAAf8/a9US0BSAuu4/s1600-h/1253007411282751.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq-DacKScsI/AAAAAAAAAf8/a9US0BSAuu4/s320/1253007411282751.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381664569990214338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kanye had to grab the mic, he was getting pissed at the crasher squirrel appearing in tons of photos than him.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq-Ex1720TI/AAAAAAAAAgE/8Gg_OKXc1EM/s1600-h/1253016714610558918417916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq-Ex1720TI/AAAAAAAAAgE/8Gg_OKXc1EM/s320/1253016714610558918417916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381666071557624114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-8125008133356082857?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8125008133356082857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8125008133356082857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8125008133356082857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8125008133356082857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-kanye.html' title='Yo Kanye'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sq8hbTniPPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BEu0rq04NHo/s72-c/tumblr_kpzjsaiYL51qzl250o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2466944400421935346</id><published>2009-08-31T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:15:34.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>20 Snappy Replies to the Comment, “Uy, tumataba ka ata”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just reblogged this article from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.spot.ph/2009/07/29/20-snappy-replies-to-the-comment-uy-tumataba-ka-ata/comment-page-8/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lourd Ernest de Veyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (click for the original post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So in the spirit of fighting fire with fire, we present &lt;strong&gt;20 snappy retorts to that evil phrase “&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uy, tumataba ka ‘ata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.    “&lt;em&gt;Bagong promo ng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Belo&lt;/strong&gt; Clinic.”&lt;br /&gt; 2.    “&lt;em&gt;Hindi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;baby fat&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lang ‘yan&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt; 3.    “&lt;em&gt;Nagsarado kasi yung&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fitness First&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sa amin&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt; 4.    “A sure consequence of increasing personal wealth &lt;em&gt;kasi yan. &lt;strong&gt;Ikaw mukha ka pa ring dukha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt; 5.    “That’s because I’m joining &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt; 6.    Rep has auditions for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falstaff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7.    “&lt;em&gt;Maganda nga abs mo, pero &lt;strong&gt;bobo ka pa rin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt; 8.    “I know you meant no malice, but you have no idea how much you &lt;strong&gt;hurt my feelings&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt; 9.    “Fifty percent off on &lt;strong&gt;Thai Jasmine ric&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e &lt;/strong&gt;at Hi-Top Supermarket!”&lt;br /&gt; 10.    ‘Ever heard of the&lt;strong&gt; East Beach Diet&lt;/strong&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt; 11.    A&lt;em&gt;lam mo, sabi dati ni &lt;strong&gt;Roland Barthes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; “Steak is part of the same sanguine mythology as wine. It is the heart of meat, it is meat in its pure state; and whoever partakes of it assimilates a bull-like strength. The prestige of steak evidently derives from quasi-rawness.  In it, blood is visible, natural, dense, at once compact and sectile… To eat steak therefore represents both a nature and morality.”&lt;br /&gt; 12.    “I mean, that’s just &lt;strong&gt;your opinion&lt;/strong&gt;, man.”—Jeff Bridges in The Big Lebowski&lt;br /&gt; 13.    “&lt;em&gt;Bakit ikaw mukha kang &lt;strong&gt;floorwax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt; 14.    “&lt;em&gt;Nagbasa ako ng&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preview&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Yan daw ang uso in the next six months&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt; 15.    “Which is why I’ve been taking &lt;strong&gt;Xenical&lt;/strong&gt;. And I’ve got this nice, moist feeling inside my pants.”&lt;br /&gt; 16.    “&lt;em&gt;Idol ko si&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ate Shawee&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt; 17.    “Ah, but the &lt;strong&gt;curve i&lt;/strong&gt;s the most beautiful of all the lines.”&lt;br /&gt; 18.    “&lt;em&gt;May sale kasi sa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tubby.&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt; 19.    “Does the phrase ‘&lt;strong&gt;Dove Beauty’&lt;/strong&gt; mean anything to you?”&lt;br /&gt; 20.    “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tangina&lt;/strong&gt; mo rin&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's my own retort...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know. We have a huge mirror at home. Kaw ba't dumami pimples mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-2466944400421935346?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2466944400421935346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2466944400421935346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2466944400421935346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2466944400421935346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-snappy-replies-to-comment-uy.html' title='20 Snappy Replies to the Comment, “Uy, tumataba ka ata”'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8509513438479781653</id><published>2009-08-19T22:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:35:49.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>that squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowQVVHb7HI/AAAAAAAAAek/9jUioM8hT1M/s1600-h/tumblr_kokcljrq301qzs2aco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowQVVHb7HI/AAAAAAAAAek/9jUioM8hT1M/s320/tumblr_kokcljrq301qzs2aco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371686414177791090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sure you're all familiar with this famous photo of a couple on vacation. What made it famous is that furry cute little squirrel who's a bit of a camwhore (obviously). But you probably didn't know that this little critter has been everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowIPr7pX4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/DSckqvKGJIo/s1600-h/tumblr_kokczuMMiD1qzs2aco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowIPr7pX4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/DSckqvKGJIo/s320/tumblr_kokczuMMiD1qzs2aco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677521130119042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with a model...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowJF7rGozI/AAAAAAAAAds/x8cyaeYRWMI/s1600-h/tumblr_kokcq2ko8a1qzs2aco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowJF7rGozI/AAAAAAAAAds/x8cyaeYRWMI/s320/tumblr_kokcq2ko8a1qzs2aco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371678453068636978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And another model...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowKZg5L5WI/AAAAAAAAAd0/32PUrwFmzds/s1600-h/tumblr_kokcs1b2FQ1qzs2aco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowKZg5L5WI/AAAAAAAAAd0/32PUrwFmzds/s320/tumblr_kokcs1b2FQ1qzs2aco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371679888988956002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On the set of Across the Universe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowRyjC-C0I/AAAAAAAAAes/aFVYkiYHeKc/s1600-h/tumblr_kokctcQjqJ1qzs2aco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowRyjC-C0I/AAAAAAAAAes/aFVYkiYHeKc/s320/tumblr_kokctcQjqJ1qzs2aco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371688015644986178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With Buzz Aldrin on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowKZ0i-mvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VSBRA2asQi0/s1600-h/tumblr_kokcp0L5b21qzs2aco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowKZ0i-mvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VSBRA2asQi0/s320/tumblr_kokcp0L5b21qzs2aco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371679894264519410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With Pres. Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowL0zHzI4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/xcc5i6rYxeA/s1600-h/12506919440400162340750462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowL0zHzI4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/xcc5i6rYxeA/s320/12506919440400162340750462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371681457250182018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And of course if Obama has a photo with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;squirrel our very own would want one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowIOyBJoVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mz93KZJMy6A/s1600-h/tumblr_kommqcNuJW1qzs2aco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 379px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowIOyBJoVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mz93KZJMy6A/s320/tumblr_kommqcNuJW1qzs2aco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677505583948114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever wondered why the dogs on Pixar's Up were going crazy over a squirrel? Well this was the squirrel they were all looking for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowPXWXrpyI/AAAAAAAAAec/y5Z4-6vd8nw/s1600-h/1250692860530949656216056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowPXWXrpyI/AAAAAAAAAec/y5Z4-6vd8nw/s320/1250692860530949656216056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371685349362476834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why, hes even been hanging out in Tristan Tales. Probably wondering when he could steal a scene from the Boy Diva himself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowIOQUe3lI/AAAAAAAAAdE/c6DyS6S13xM/s1600-h/tumblr_kokdm5338w1qzs2aco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowIOQUe3lI/AAAAAAAAAdE/c6DyS6S13xM/s320/tumblr_kokdm5338w1qzs2aco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677496538226258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's been with Scarlett, that sexy i'll kick-your-ass woman in GI Joe .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowIOASbraI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tU0OpJWAyQY/s1600-h/tumblr_kokdn1WtA11qzs2aco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowIOASbraI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tU0OpJWAyQY/s320/tumblr_kokdn1WtA11qzs2aco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677492234661282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and, and.. oh damn! those GI Joe jocks got him.... well that looks like the end for our cam loving squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S No animals were hurt during the making of this blog.&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2661416924526516593-8509513438479781653?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8509513438479781653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8509513438479781653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8509513438479781653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8509513438479781653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-squirrel.html' title='that squirrel'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SowQVVHb7HI/AAAAAAAAAek/9jUioM8hT1M/s72-c/tumblr_kokcljrq301qzs2aco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3094314832745250463</id><published>2009-08-14T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:43:28.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Yes it's true(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SoVLI_jUI9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/lSd5yT5EMOY/s1600-h/tumblr_kod1dhFgTO1qzz138o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 421px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SoVLI_jUI9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/lSd5yT5EMOY/s320/tumblr_kod1dhFgTO1qzz138o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369780748579775442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And so it says. It is true, the Jollibeer is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kinda hard to believe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(actually I won't believe it till i'm holding one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't ask where this is, I have no idea)&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/2661416924526516593-3094314832745250463?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3094314832745250463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3094314832745250463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3094314832745250463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3094314832745250463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-its-true.html' title='Yes it&apos;s true(?)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SoVLI_jUI9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/lSd5yT5EMOY/s72-c/tumblr_kod1dhFgTO1qzz138o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-6467389321105769444</id><published>2009-08-13T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:55:40.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>introducing: the Jollibeer =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SoOqObfw4NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/GAhOfIMzCYI/s1600-h/27CCovdkur2j2seqVDY7dWfCo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 510px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SoOqObfw4NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/GAhOfIMzCYI/s320/27CCovdkur2j2seqVDY7dWfCo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369322345631637714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One "Happy Meal"please =)&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/2661416924526516593-6467389321105769444?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/6467389321105769444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=6467389321105769444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6467389321105769444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6467389321105769444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/08/introducing-jollibeer.html' title='introducing: the Jollibeer =)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SoOqObfw4NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/GAhOfIMzCYI/s72-c/27CCovdkur2j2seqVDY7dWfCo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8949323388066504773</id><published>2009-08-08T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:11:31.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>uh really now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/bubble.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-8949323388066504773?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8949323388066504773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8949323388066504773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8949323388066504773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8949323388066504773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/08/uh-really-now.html' title='uh really now...'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2692869828193850691</id><published>2009-07-24T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:24:27.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Walk down the aisle</title><content type='html'>WATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they'll allow this here? This is fun and i'm tempted of doing this too. Weeeeee lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-2692869828193850691?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2692869828193850691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2692869828193850691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2692869828193850691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2692869828193850691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-down-aisle.html' title='Walk down the aisle'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4260603120803148337</id><published>2009-07-20T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:55:03.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Things that makes me wonder....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SmQuEzUHjKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nnch-9RzOgA/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SmQuEzUHjKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nnch-9RzOgA/s320/DSC01801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360460116506676386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While looking for some shoes I came upon this scowling photo of Angelica Panganiban. And the reason for that is......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SmQuFUs_fSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/26PYahPypB4/s1600-h/DSC01800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SmQuFUs_fSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/26PYahPypB4/s320/DSC01800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360460125469375778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.. her big shoes. I bet she was wondering, just like me, why they would photograph her with this shoes that's clearly too big for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SmQwNeGSfMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/f3vqCtapVzE/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SmQwNeGSfMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/f3vqCtapVzE/s320/shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360462464453606594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And just like that, I moved away to another shoe brand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-4260603120803148337?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4260603120803148337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4260603120803148337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4260603120803148337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4260603120803148337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-that-makes-me-wonder.html' title='Things that makes me wonder....'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SmQuEzUHjKI/AAAAAAAAAcM/nnch-9RzOgA/s72-c/DSC01801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8790261659976642812</id><published>2009-06-27T15:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:40:09.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Yes we're animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I forget that we belong to the animal kingdom, but thanks to pictures like this i'm reminded that we really are animals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYE37TxqeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DedQ4MFOM04/s1600-h/FFNo18Talons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYE37TxqeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DedQ4MFOM04/s320/FFNo18Talons.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351970566036367842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYE4QF1VNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zEvyV30Y07Y/s1600-h/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYE4QF1VNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zEvyV30Y07Y/s320/DSC03145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351970571615032530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This thing here is very common and for the love of me I don't understand why some people like to have their nails cut in a talon/claw kind of way.. then again i guess its our animal instinct kicking in.. afterall in really could come in handy when in a cat fight... meeeyaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCsIfyn5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/OjBO6EIXY2E/s1600-h/dog_humping_pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCsIfyn5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/OjBO6EIXY2E/s320/dog_humping_pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968164394737554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCsiQTYPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PqJ4cUNVLlE/s1600-h/dsc_01001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCsiQTYPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/PqJ4cUNVLlE/s320/dsc_01001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968171309097202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCsb6Rx0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/igTDYl5cKEc/s1600-h/dsc_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCsb6Rx0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/igTDYl5cKEc/s320/dsc_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968169606104898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCrzuiGdI/AAAAAAAAAas/GoByxpkYGh4/s1600-h/picture-54.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCrzuiGdI/AAAAAAAAAas/GoByxpkYGh4/s320/picture-54.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968158819424722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCr4t8paI/AAAAAAAAAak/gtIHH0JO8Xk/s1600-h/ajp_2440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYCr4t8paI/AAAAAAAAAak/gtIHH0JO8Xk/s320/ajp_2440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968160159147426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think there's a need for me to say anything except WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(credits to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://messdressed.com/"&gt;messdressed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This one shouldn't be part of this really but I just need to point out that some parents are really into this animal stuff and they think that their young ones should get into the animal role quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYxno3yd7I/AAAAAAAAAb8/weUEIL04VOU/s1600-h/leaf-cutter-ant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYxno3yd7I/AAAAAAAAAb8/weUEIL04VOU/s320/leaf-cutter-ant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352019764232484786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYxaDH_pJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Rl6d83fil4I/s1600-h/leaf-cutter-ant.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYtZpgE-FI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Fh4cVDTxkQY/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYtZpgE-FI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Fh4cVDTxkQY/s320/DSC01778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352015125836789842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This little boy is lagging around a huge bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYtZY9teFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UyKKC0_xHSM/s1600-h/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYtZY9teFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UyKKC0_xHSM/s320/DSC01777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352015121397676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess it's because of the global recession that parents are now buying those double purpose bags. school bag/travelling bag. Mom I was looking at your kid and the bag and really.. thats huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-8790261659976642812?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8790261659976642812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8790261659976642812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8790261659976642812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8790261659976642812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-were-animals.html' title='Yes we&apos;re animals'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkYE37TxqeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DedQ4MFOM04/s72-c/FFNo18Talons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1013120030747245588</id><published>2009-06-23T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:44:49.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Happy never after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkDbYVPLOII/AAAAAAAAAac/wYkuutF_j90/s1600-h/224619E3-511E-410B-B69F-9A5BED21EC48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkDbYVPLOII/AAAAAAAAAac/wYkuutF_j90/s320/224619E3-511E-410B-B69F-9A5BED21EC48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517568380287106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You’ve got to accept the fact that life isn’t a fairy tale, things aren’t always happily ever after. Things like magic wishes, Prince Charmings and true love don’t happen in real life. Magic wishes come from money, Prince Charming’s a shallow idiot with a bad haircut and overpriced clothes. And true love? Ha, true love is one-sided. You love her, she loves someone else. She loves you, you love someone else. Never quite works out does it? So you end up with some actor pretending to be your true love. Real considerate of someone to let you know reality was like that before being thrown into it. ‘If you wish, it’ll happen.’ Well, wish in one hand and crap in the other and see which one fills up faster. Welcome to reality. Enjoy your stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. The pic has got nothing to do with the post. I just couldn't help myself. I'm so looking forward to this movie (Alice in Wonderland). I always like the Tim Burton/Johnny Deep combo. And boy, Johnny Depp can morph into anything!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-1013120030747245588?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1013120030747245588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1013120030747245588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1013120030747245588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1013120030747245588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-never-after.html' title='Happy never after'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SkDbYVPLOII/AAAAAAAAAac/wYkuutF_j90/s72-c/224619E3-511E-410B-B69F-9A5BED21EC48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3604800678226889695</id><published>2009-06-19T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:19:33.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>MOB NAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SjsDibfZh5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/L3_NA-v3t8w/s1600-h/Mob2000jpegSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SjsDibfZh5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/L3_NA-v3t8w/s320/Mob2000jpegSmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348872872462485394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because i'm so lazy and haven't posted anything with sense here's another one to add up to that. If by any chance you've got a hidden desire to be a mob and was wondering what would be a good name... then this is your chance. Click the &lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/mlemus/mobnamegenerator.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to know your mob name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's Fancy Pants (wahdahell?!!.....) What's yours? &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/2661416924526516593-3604800678226889695?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3604800678226889695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3604800678226889695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3604800678226889695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3604800678226889695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/06/mob-name.html' title='MOB NAME'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SjsDibfZh5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/L3_NA-v3t8w/s72-c/Mob2000jpegSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-233501150863895235</id><published>2009-06-16T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:10:24.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>The New Zodiac signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Introducing the new zodiac sign:&lt;br /&gt;Ophiuchus - Nov 29 to Dec 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SjeTeRbZ1MI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KI1hQfKFaXM/s1600-h/ophiuchuspardiesglobi1674small2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SjeTeRbZ1MI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KI1hQfKFaXM/s320/ophiuchuspardiesglobi1674small2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347905230809453762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Capricorn - Jan 20 to Feb 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Aquarius - Feb 16 to Mar 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Pisces - Mar 11 to Apr 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Aries - Apr 18 to May 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Taurus - May 13 to Jun 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Gemini - Jun 21 to Jul 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cancer - Jul 20 to Aug 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Leo - Aug 10 to Sep 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Virgo - Sep 16 to Oct 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Libra - Oct 30 to Nov 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Scorpius - Nov 23 to Nov 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ophiuchus - Nov 29 to Dec 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Sagittarius - Dec 17 to Jan 20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great... so from being the emotional Pisces... i'm now the emotionally numb Aquarius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Should definitely be changing my blog name now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-233501150863895235?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/233501150863895235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=233501150863895235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/233501150863895235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/233501150863895235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-zodiac-signs.html' title='The New Zodiac signs'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SjeTeRbZ1MI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KI1hQfKFaXM/s72-c/ophiuchuspardiesglobi1674small2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3375270331680282283</id><published>2009-06-10T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:02:44.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>what a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yep despite the global recession it is still a wonderful world.. what a shame we'll be missing stuff like this  if the Hadron collider does create a black hole and swallow us all to nothingness or if global warming makes us extinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now lets take a trip and pray that somehow we get to visit places like this.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZFhjq_xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/N-pzH7wbc2w/s1600-h/a327_c12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZFhjq_xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/N-pzH7wbc2w/s320/a327_c12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345659602898452242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Welcome to Hooker Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZGeGj_iI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CAv5_Z8sA7Y/s1600-h/a96698_hass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZGeGj_iI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CAv5_Z8sA7Y/s320/a96698_hass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345659619150921250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where you can check into this "hot"hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZFmmjQMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SlrsBcqUD9o/s1600-h/a327_c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZFmmjQMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SlrsBcqUD9o/s320/a327_c7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345659604252704962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now this must be a happy place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZuPkvHvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/w5veyhE0nxw/s1600-h/a96698_station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZuPkvHvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/w5veyhE0nxw/s320/a96698_station.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345660302445715186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;....but not as happy as this.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZFwWiLTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uTfv35Lj_B8/s1600-h/a96698_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZFwWiLTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uTfv35Lj_B8/s320/a96698_black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345659606869880114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you're hungry... well.... black anus steakhouse would be the it place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-X_Np45wI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jxDKqamEFlo/s1600-h/a327_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-X_Np45wI/AAAAAAAAAYs/jxDKqamEFlo/s320/a327_c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345658394964977410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about a trip to Penistone UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-X_5MI7gI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AI3S_cezRUw/s1600-h/a327_c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-X_5MI7gI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AI3S_cezRUw/s320/a327_c5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345658406651358722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;down crotch crescent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZuGKXmhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KDgBnpRupuQ/s1600-h/a96698_ortiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZuGKXmhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KDgBnpRupuQ/s320/a96698_ortiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345660299919202834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;where you can go to the Rtiz FUN Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-X_bW6yEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DzW0pgOnDUI/s1600-h/a327_c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-X_bW6yEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/DzW0pgOnDUI/s320/a327_c4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345658398643505218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or how bout going biking at Fucking Austria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZGA87x9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/TaCx0EbDWTw/s1600-h/a96698_danals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZGA87x9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/TaCx0EbDWTw/s320/a96698_danals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345659611325908946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or visit the anal store..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-X_ESh-PI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bD9z0icw8Wk/s1600-h/a327_c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-X_ESh-PI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bD9z0icw8Wk/s320/a327_c3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345658392451086578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;turn left to Dildo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-YAOXiolI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XZw8lZ3EuvQ/s1600-h/a327_c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-YAOXiolI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XZw8lZ3EuvQ/s320/a327_c6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345658412336325202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And please do drive carefully coz crapstone can get pretty slippery... as crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-3375270331680282283?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3375270331680282283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3375270331680282283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3375270331680282283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3375270331680282283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-wonderful-world.html' title='what a wonderful world'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Si-ZFhjq_xI/AAAAAAAAAZc/N-pzH7wbc2w/s72-c/a327_c12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5356850493482446388</id><published>2009-05-25T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:25:07.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>a dose of dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While out and about in Asia its a must to check out the food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvJ6m3WUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SEj4_4sPC6U/s1600-h/smoking-turkey-cock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvJ6m3WUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SEj4_4sPC6U/s320/smoking-turkey-cock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772893087095106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;match it with a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvKB6LrOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fv2ap8-FQvI/s1600-h/steaming-cock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvKB6LrOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fv2ap8-FQvI/s320/steaming-cock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772895047167202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets see how tough your tongue is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqtcZyjIbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eQy_mLOlw5I/s1600-h/cock-cola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqtcZyjIbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eQy_mLOlw5I/s320/cock-cola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339771011671990706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... they wouldn't want the customer to choke to death would they?&lt;br /&gt;here's the refreshing Cock Cola. Best served with Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvJniHOzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/g9F84xKkANk/s1600-h/j3gw73lN4ni2sz6dVhnz0Neho1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvJniHOzI/AAAAAAAAAYM/g9F84xKkANk/s320/j3gw73lN4ni2sz6dVhnz0Neho1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772887966890802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmm yum. I bet this is way better than granmas chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquXpzpPqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/oqpQlpfjnqo/s1600-h/dick-stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquXpzpPqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/oqpQlpfjnqo/s320/dick-stick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772029583834786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oppps.. don't forget to dip the dick sticks on the cock soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course what would any travel be without the shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquYG5gpDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ySdAaC1MnH8/s1600-h/fucking-lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquYG5gpDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ySdAaC1MnH8/s320/fucking-lovely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772037393065010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wouldn't your friends be green with envy to see you fucking lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquYeB2O-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/WAAW59ie_j4/s1600-h/if-youre-into.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquYeB2O-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/WAAW59ie_j4/s320/if-youre-into.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772043602050018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't forget to grab this t-shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquX0yTYDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Aw9vfdl5Z-g/s1600-h/feel-the-ejaculation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquX0yTYDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Aw9vfdl5Z-g/s320/feel-the-ejaculation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772032530997298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Shqtbn29p0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/tWfKnlVwgyg/s1600-h/bambi-i-like-to-fuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Shqtbn29p0I/AAAAAAAAAXE/tWfKnlVwgyg/s320/bambi-i-like-to-fuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339770998268733250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This T-shirt is a best seller. Bambi's twin brother. kicked out for being a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train please don't forget to heed the signs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvJpBoTqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OvFmu1bvDzU/s1600-h/no-chewing-cum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvJpBoTqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OvFmu1bvDzU/s320/no-chewing-cum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772888367517346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;swallowing allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now for those late night outing here's the place to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquXozPufI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qJVJjhOA7Ws/s1600-h/coffee-beer-cock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShquXozPufI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qJVJjhOA7Ws/s320/coffee-beer-cock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339772029313726962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now thats a nice combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqtcO0M21I/AAAAAAAAAXU/oHKBCHCOVsI/s1600-h/club-mother-fucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqtcO0M21I/AAAAAAAAAXU/oHKBCHCOVsI/s320/club-mother-fucker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339771008726129490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Shqtb67Dt1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SdI_gPgxaIY/s1600-h/bj-park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Shqtb67Dt1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SdI_gPgxaIY/s320/bj-park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339771003386181458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wheeeeeeeeeee.....This place is fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqtbWefLAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/g0txCrawr_U/s1600-h/12-in-cock-waste-bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqtbWefLAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/g0txCrawr_U/s320/12-in-cock-waste-bin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339770993602669570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't forget the pasalubongs =D&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-5356850493482446388?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5356850493482446388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5356850493482446388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5356850493482446388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5356850493482446388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/05/dose-of-dirt.html' title='a dose of dirt'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ShqvJ6m3WUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SEj4_4sPC6U/s72-c/smoking-turkey-cock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2048127054186296417</id><published>2009-05-25T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:25:55.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love is a losing game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Shqj0gC0-xI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6bRM4veq9NA/s1600-h/dcszaPVMlngq6a5eZNJgGj1Yo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Shqj0gC0-xI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6bRM4veq9NA/s320/dcszaPVMlngq6a5eZNJgGj1Yo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339760430551464722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you I was a flame&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="caption"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five story fire as you came&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One I wish I never played&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a mess we made&lt;br /&gt;And now the final frame&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;~Amy Winehouse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-2048127054186296417?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2048127054186296417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2048127054186296417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2048127054186296417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2048127054186296417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-losing-game.html' title='Love is a losing game'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Shqj0gC0-xI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6bRM4veq9NA/s72-c/dcszaPVMlngq6a5eZNJgGj1Yo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-6122895683422978954</id><published>2009-05-12T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:14:25.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Another Susan Boyle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Surprise surprise.....So wasn't expecting that voice to come out of him...&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-ZjOEk4-dI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-ZjOEk4-dI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-6122895683422978954?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/6122895683422978954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=6122895683422978954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6122895683422978954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6122895683422978954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-susan-boyle.html' title='Another Susan Boyle?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-634907206269496430</id><published>2009-05-11T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:26:20.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sgb_4S1O8gI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Iu_9BSN65sE/s1600-h/m2mmain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sgb_4S1O8gI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Iu_9BSN65sE/s320/m2mmain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232151259804162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It just suddenly hit me and just thinking about it is making me nervous and lost .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;....OMG!!!! I think I am utterly, insanely IN LOVE with a gay man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-634907206269496430?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/634907206269496430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=634907206269496430' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/634907206269496430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/634907206269496430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title='OMG!!!'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sgb_4S1O8gI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Iu_9BSN65sE/s72-c/m2mmain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2952992286160711010</id><published>2009-05-10T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:01:14.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Rollerblade gut does Mozart's Synphony No.40</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This guy is really talented. I heart this video...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMtDsRWImQc&amp;amp;hl=en&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/yMtDsRWImQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-2952992286160711010?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2952992286160711010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2952992286160711010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2952992286160711010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2952992286160711010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/05/rollerblade-gut-does-mozarts-synphony.html' title='Rollerblade gut does Mozart&apos;s Synphony No.40'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-115615054873723215</id><published>2009-05-01T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:57:31.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emocrap'/><title type='text'>to lose control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfsMm52bRJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xM3P2Pe8Vbs/s1600-h/Crack_by_carmeleon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 452px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfsMm52bRJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xM3P2Pe8Vbs/s320/Crack_by_carmeleon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330868446426776722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For when those walls come down, then love takes over, and it no longer matters what is possible or impossible; it doesn’t even matter whether we can keep the loved one at our side. To love is to lose control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Paulo Coelho&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another dose of my emocrap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/2661416924526516593-115615054873723215?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/115615054873723215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=115615054873723215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/115615054873723215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/115615054873723215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-lose-control.html' title='to lose control'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfsMm52bRJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xM3P2Pe8Vbs/s72-c/Crack_by_carmeleon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7360242578838633369</id><published>2009-04-28T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:58:12.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>on love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfcKklIWMCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HsSAGekDLLU/s1600-h/Love_by_meglar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfcKklIWMCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HsSAGekDLLU/s320/Love_by_meglar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329740307574960162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love has an expiration date&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;That's about all I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-7360242578838633369?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7360242578838633369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7360242578838633369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7360242578838633369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7360242578838633369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-love.html' title='on love'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfcKklIWMCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HsSAGekDLLU/s72-c/Love_by_meglar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2713677010371397748</id><published>2009-04-25T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:57:36.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>the most common name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfHuyaPZqHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/KVCTZBW6An4/s1600-h/QPnqMHihxmonwi3enWomlGbKo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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How’s that? Is that suppose to be a sign or something? That I should just give in and let them be together? The thing is, everytime I hear that name I get anxious and I want to run to the comfort room and poop. Yep that name makes me poop. Not just the name actually.. almost everything that reminds me of her. The song “Always be my baby” also makes me run to the CR (i'm still convinced that this is their song.. oh and No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; Air) Seriously, Its been a year now and still i'm not totally over the whole break-up fiasco. Writing about it also makes me want to poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Earlier today coming home the girl across me had this t-shirt that said “Your boyfriend bought me this shirt” and it made me wonder... what is it about boyfriend/husband-stealers? Is it something to be proud of? Is that suppose to be an achievement that one should do? Does it validate you as a human being? Does it make you feel better? Is it flattering or perhaps is it an ego booster to the highest level to be wooed by someone who’s already in a relationship? If that’s the case then I think I better try me some of those ego booster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-2713677010371397748?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2713677010371397748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2713677010371397748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2713677010371397748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2713677010371397748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-common-name.html' title='the most common name'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfHuyaPZqHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/KVCTZBW6An4/s72-c/QPnqMHihxmonwi3enWomlGbKo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3115071430009243056</id><published>2009-04-25T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:49:30.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Bloggers Summer Encounter In Bora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfHsSxfa0rI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MqKHlMez9oM/s1600-h/eblast+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfHsSxfa0rI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MqKHlMez9oM/s320/eblast+1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328299641422926514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmmmm anyone who's willing to lend me money to purchase the plane ticket? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-3115071430009243056?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3115071430009243056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3115071430009243056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3115071430009243056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3115071430009243056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/04/bloggers-summer-encounter-in-bora.html' title='Bloggers Summer Encounter In Bora'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SfHsSxfa0rI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MqKHlMez9oM/s72-c/eblast+1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2205853626308176012</id><published>2009-04-24T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:35:57.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>The Naked Wizard</title><content type='html'>This video has been going around the net about this guy who throws his wizard attire and flaunt his little wiener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4273363&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4273363&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4273363"&gt;Naked Wizard Tased By Reality&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user879649"&gt;Tracy Anderson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to what the cops are doing I had my eyes locked at his thingamajig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-2205853626308176012?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2205853626308176012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2205853626308176012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2205853626308176012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2205853626308176012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/04/naked-wizard.html' title='The Naked Wizard'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5209960736145685448</id><published>2009-04-20T13:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:37:45.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>husbands anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/akim.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - Propose Today" border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Akim   &lt;br /&gt; It's actually quite ridiculous that I'm here. I do quite well for myself - meeting ladies everywhere I go.  Since I don't really need this, you might not hear back from me, but I do appreciate all your notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; Lebanon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/29a.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Philip   &lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely, how about you? I live in a crappy basement apartment and I'm hoping to go somewhere warm and sunny. If you have money and you aren't in Canada please email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; Wisconsin, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/91.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - Propose Today" border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Leonard   &lt;br /&gt;It aint official or nuthin but the ladies used to call me Dr Love. After a string of bad luck, I'm looking a get me a good woman who's got some dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; Southside Chicago, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/3.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Buzet&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for someone who can hold my attention, keep up with me, and who knows how to dress a wound. I am attracted to a girl with a job and a car. preferably a Camarro. I like to meet big american girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; Romania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/32.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Steven  &lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely a classic romantic. I like a candlelight dinner, some quiet background music, and a couple hits of ether. I prefer a woman that has insurance and a car would be great as I need to make the occassional trip to Mexico to pick up "souvenirs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; New Mexico, U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/7.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Bertram &lt;br /&gt;Clyde seeks Bonnie to be partners in crime... I am a trouble maker! Techno-hedonist prone to psychobabble and taking stupid risks. Fun craving, riot inciting, thrill seeking geek girls preferred. Choir girls need not apply, because I plan on committing a few sins and misdemeanors in my time. I got booted off Match.com for cyber stalking but I'm better now. &lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; Manitoba, Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/02.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Andrew&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit of a paradox. I am a very laid-back man who is also an insatiable adrenaline junkie. I live for the moment... work hard, play hard, and can then chill with the best of 'em. As a 23 year old balding man I'm in a hurry to find love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; South Dakota, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/01.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Lenny  &lt;br /&gt;I'm 7-foot-5 and looking for love. You likey the love? Tall guys have it going on... you know what I'm saying? oh yeah! I'm also pierced, and I don't mean in the ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location: &lt;/b&gt;Alaska, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/11.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; David  &lt;br /&gt;Ladies, serving your needs is my game. Actually rugby is my game. Seeking.. a lady. I like the more natural look, somewhat earthy, but one that cleans up real well. I seem to be attracted to tall women with dark hair, smallish head, elongated torso, with natural finger nails (NO PAINTED HUSSIES!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; Perth, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/0.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Mike  &lt;br /&gt;Ladies, I have a lot of love to give. I will be starting a new life shortly and want you to be part of it. I am very romantic and in very good condition,.. but I won't be available for about 18 months, but I'm happy to write letters. I'm up for parole next month, so I'm hoping to be available sooner. &lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; Pelican Bay Pen, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/6.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Rueben &lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean by rocks my world, it's when laying next to one another on a Caribbean beach, staring just past your feet, at the edge of the blue sea, without the need for a single word, as no words could possibly describe how you feel. THIS DESCRIPTION IS NOTHING MORE THAN A PRETTY PICTURE WITHOUT YOU. &lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; Nova Scotia, Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.mailorderhusbands.net/order/images/15a.jpg" alt="Mail Order Husbands - The future of online dating for singles." border="1" width="128" height="128" hspace="6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Fuad &lt;br /&gt; Ladies, I'm still available. I've been here for about 2 years. what gives? Don't ya wanna party with me? woohoo... They lowered my price twice already. I'm a red-hot special, come and get me.  &lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt; San Bernadino, USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="bio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Seriously is this for real? Its both funny and scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-5209960736145685448?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5209960736145685448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5209960736145685448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5209960736145685448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5209960736145685448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/04/husbands-anyone.html' title='husbands anyone?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3950621257558379752</id><published>2009-03-31T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:47:40.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>The Fool ( oh great LOL)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got the test from &lt;a href="http://tristan-tales.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-tarot-card-are-you.html"&gt;Tristan Tan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/winged/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Fool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Fool is the card of infinite possibilities. The bag on the staff indicates that he has all he need to do or be anything he wants, he has only to stop and unpack. He is on his way to a brand new beginning. But the card carries a little bark of warning as well. Stop daydreaming and fantasising and watch your step, lest you fall and end up looking the fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-3950621257558379752?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3950621257558379752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3950621257558379752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3950621257558379752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3950621257558379752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/fool-oh-great-lol.html' title='The Fool ( oh great LOL)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-473404540182165415</id><published>2009-03-30T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:03:14.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>the bird and his chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So this bird walks into a store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                          &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" class="postdate"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 240px;" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-1168" title="seagull" src="http://www.absolutelytrue.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/seagull.gif" alt="seagull" vspace="5" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(March 18, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A seagull in Scotland has developed the habit of stealing chips from a neighborhood shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;                               &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He waits until the shopkeeper isn’t looking, and then walks into the store and grabs a snack-size bag of cheese Doritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once outside, the bag gets ripped open and shared by other birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The seagull’s shoplifting started early this month when he first swooped into the store in Aberdeen, Scotland, and helped himself to a bag of chips. Since then, he’s become a regular. He always takes the same type of chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Customers have begun paying for the seagull’s stolen bags of chips because they think it’s so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article from &lt;a href="http://www.absolutelytrue.com/2009/03/so-this-bird-walks-into-a-store-2/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-473404540182165415?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/473404540182165415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=473404540182165415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/473404540182165415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/473404540182165415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/bird-and-his-chips.html' title='the bird and his chips'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4421650327520034007</id><published>2009-03-30T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:55:40.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor (?)'/><title type='text'>satire or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2  class="title" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hk-magazine.com/feature/war-home"&gt;The War At Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/h2&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;March 27th, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hk-magazine.com/sites/default/files/image/chip%20tsaoClipping.JPG" alt="" align="right" border="0" width="200" height="374" /&gt;But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout “China, Madam/Sir” loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly.” They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chip Tsao is a best-selling author and columnist. A former reporter for the BBC, his columns have also appeared in Apple Daily, Next Magazine and CUP Magazine, among others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Article from &lt;a href="http://hk-magazine.com/feature/war-home"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-4421650327520034007?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4421650327520034007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4421650327520034007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4421650327520034007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4421650327520034007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/satire-or-not.html' title='satire or not?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8441751096970776924</id><published>2009-03-25T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:55:36.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>nothing but a quote..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ScsKaX37x3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/li08xzkZOeE/s1600-h/Holding_Hands_by_Silouxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ScsKaX37x3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/li08xzkZOeE/s320/Holding_Hands_by_Silouxa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317355233242498930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because i've got nothing else to blog about and because all I do these days is go through blogs and tumblr to read... i came upon this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”                                                      &lt;/span&gt;                                                              &lt;table style="margin-top: 10px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;                                     —                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                 &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;Ernest Gaines                                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-8441751096970776924?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8441751096970776924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8441751096970776924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8441751096970776924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8441751096970776924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-but-quote.html' title='nothing but a quote..'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/ScsKaX37x3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/li08xzkZOeE/s72-c/Holding_Hands_by_Silouxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1914068104807475067</id><published>2009-03-16T14:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:55:46.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>perfect moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb33CIuC4gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F_wPhWeulhQ/s1600-h/004_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb33CIuC4gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F_wPhWeulhQ/s320/004_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674751439462914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new breed of bird. his mother humped a jet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb327ujXgKI/AAAAAAAAAVs/V3Dwl66WO3w/s1600-h/011_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb327ujXgKI/AAAAAAAAAVs/V3Dwl66WO3w/s320/011_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674641336139938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During our time, our heads were bigger than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb327RYZsiI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sz0oud-kMVQ/s1600-h/013_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb327RYZsiI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sz0oud-kMVQ/s320/013_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674633505518114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;El Toro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb327Vak61I/AAAAAAAAAVc/DF-PJ5Mi5D4/s1600-h/014_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb327Vak61I/AAAAAAAAAVc/DF-PJ5Mi5D4/s320/014_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674634588384082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uhhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;urk...uuurrrkkkk.. gag.. GAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb327G5zHPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/SOojQR3ubJ8/s1600-h/015_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 412px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb327G5zHPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/SOojQR3ubJ8/s320/015_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674630692805874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;city of angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb3263jtxZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2Vd65nHqpsM/s1600-h/018_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb3263jtxZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2Vd65nHqpsM/s320/018_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674626573649298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32fPtmMSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Etw4I7D-XO8/s1600-h/023_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32fPtmMSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Etw4I7D-XO8/s320/023_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674152021209378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32e4zfUCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5e1BgfFQsGY/s1600-h/030_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32e4zfUCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5e1BgfFQsGY/s320/030_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674145871908898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32eVKmO_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Uggt6XzWUMQ/s1600-h/032_moment1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 460px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32eVKmO_I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Uggt6XzWUMQ/s320/032_moment1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674136305155058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32d-QrFaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/I9utAhXh7qI/s1600-h/035_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32d-QrFaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/I9utAhXh7qI/s320/035_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674130156623266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32dw7UciI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LKMiZsB6nrY/s1600-h/036_moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb32dw7UciI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LKMiZsB6nrY/s320/036_moment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313674126577398306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-1914068104807475067?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1914068104807475067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1914068104807475067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1914068104807475067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1914068104807475067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-moments.html' title='perfect moments'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/Sb33CIuC4gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F_wPhWeulhQ/s72-c/004_moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4877963851152638898</id><published>2009-03-12T14:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:43:50.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I admire people who has HUGE pain tolerance but seriously, looking like an animal is a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjHxMeJNzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pmzODjbflzU/s1600-h/file000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjHxMeJNzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pmzODjbflzU/s320/file000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312215408458676018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guyito's half brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGx1I-5XI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8g-WuVuBMxQ/s1600-h/file001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGx1I-5XI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8g-WuVuBMxQ/s320/file001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312214319864145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taray king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGkp5f0gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/K-0A6yST2fQ/s1600-h/file003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 423px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGkp5f0gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/K-0A6yST2fQ/s320/file003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312214093508104706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGkRDZRXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_BVFvg3zV7w/s1600-h/file005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGkRDZRXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_BVFvg3zV7w/s320/file005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312214086838732146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pa'no pag may sipon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGkY-bkCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vUsyZThSc0M/s1600-h/file007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGkY-bkCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/vUsyZThSc0M/s320/file007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312214088965394466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGkGUumtI/AAAAAAAAATs/R01wy1G8I90/s1600-h/file009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGkGUumtI/AAAAAAAAATs/R01wy1G8I90/s320/file009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312214083958643410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGjwDzB_I/AAAAAAAAATk/84_zMRXdOGw/s1600-h/Fw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjGjwDzB_I/AAAAAAAAATk/84_zMRXdOGw/s320/Fw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312214077982050290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then again... its their body so they can do whatever they want with it. just couldn't help but say OUCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-4877963851152638898?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4877963851152638898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4877963851152638898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4877963851152638898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4877963851152638898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoa.html' title='whoa!'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbjHxMeJNzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/pmzODjbflzU/s72-c/file000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3978044817148989885</id><published>2009-03-08T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:25:42.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just got home from a birthday bash that my friends surprised me with. (thank you guys!!) This is the birthday where i'll be thirty for ten years or until I can get away with it. And this birthday will be for my friends who has always been there for me and before the effects of alcohol wear off I'd like to go on emo-mode and say stuff to some people who I consider friends, (whether they like it or not heheheh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E - My source of refreshing curse words. I like it when it comes from him.. His "bitch whores", "shit face", fuck yous and all those other crap are a source relief =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Geek - person with few words but really gets you to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tristan - haaay Tristan. I wish I was more courageous like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;RainB - I've got to say that when I first read his Errorfinder blog I was like "OMG, pls don't let him come across my blog"  but he did and I was all smile that whole day =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;CM - reading his posts always makes me laugh, and because I was included in his "balato list" in case he wins a lotto draw. (ok that was only for that 300M lotto draw but im assuming that i'll still be included in case the Lotto gets to have another one of those big pot money draw and he wins. NYAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all the other people whos been reading my blog (that seem to be going nowhere and boring at&lt;/span&gt; time... all the time really)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thank you, thank you, I love you all (ala Tatiana Del Toro who's really a pain in the ass.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00736/Tatiana-Del-Toro_28_736815a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 264px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00736/Tatiana-Del-Toro_28_736815a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..... Happy Birthday to me!! =)&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-3978044817148989885?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3978044817148989885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3978044817148989885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3978044817148989885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3978044817148989885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me...'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4906773306714462383</id><published>2009-03-07T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:51:56.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Another birthday. So what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbJfquRIqeI/AAAAAAAAATc/zBVdQJJ25pQ/s1600-h/4f2ef8becb464255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbJfquRIqeI/AAAAAAAAATc/zBVdQJJ25pQ/s320/4f2ef8becb464255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310412098202282466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Few more hours and it'll be my birthday. Seriously I don't feel like celebrating. What's to celebrate? That i'm aging and still single? Not that there's anything wrong with being one. It's just that, its another story when you're not  really single but legally you are becasue you're just in a live-in relationship (geez I can't belive I actually said that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come to think of it, there's nothing wrong with that either its' just that as I grow older it makes me feel pathetic because I can't stand up for myself. Older, but still don't have the guts to demand that I be married. Maybe it's because i'm too chicken at the same time scared that it would all be easy for him to say "goodbye!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scared, scared, scared. Jeez.. that makes me all the more feel pathetic. Nice combination. Old and pathetic yey to me. Oh and might I add masochist.&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/2661416924526516593-4906773306714462383?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4906773306714462383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4906773306714462383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4906773306714462383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4906773306714462383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-birthday-so-what.html' title='Another birthday. So what!'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbJfquRIqeI/AAAAAAAAATc/zBVdQJJ25pQ/s72-c/4f2ef8becb464255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2204068226451058973</id><published>2009-03-06T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:24:10.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>YUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Couple of days now and I haven't posted anything, was thinking of doing so earlier but every time I start something I go.... duuuuuuhhhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;UNTIL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbDdiEy6xiI/AAAAAAAAATU/fKh-WiDP17c/s1600-h/QPnqMHihxkq33rt0ag4fT1dAo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 579px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbDdiEy6xiI/AAAAAAAAATU/fKh-WiDP17c/s320/QPnqMHihxkq33rt0ag4fT1dAo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309987538142414370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;couldn't help but say Oh boy.....YUM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-2204068226451058973?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2204068226451058973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2204068226451058973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2204068226451058973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2204068226451058973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/yum.html' title='YUM'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SbDdiEy6xiI/AAAAAAAAATU/fKh-WiDP17c/s72-c/QPnqMHihxkq33rt0ag4fT1dAo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-924190725365631276</id><published>2009-02-19T16:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:24:19.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Asian treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2EwR73tfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HuryT7zNzTI/s1600-h/hand-grenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2EwR73tfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HuryT7zNzTI/s320/hand-grenade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304541901095417330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;duh?!! it looks like one stupid!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2EwTFsslI/AAAAAAAAAS0/9BrzccGWrUE/s1600-h/in-case-of-emergency.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2EwTFsslI/AAAAAAAAAS0/9BrzccGWrUE/s320/in-case-of-emergency.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304541901405074002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good thing I came with my friend, the Hulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2EwGwPDiI/AAAAAAAAASs/-BZToZzWvGc/s1600-h/scuba-diving-sign-china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2EwGwPDiI/AAAAAAAAASs/-BZToZzWvGc/s320/scuba-diving-sign-china.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304541898093825570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what? no fatherererest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2Ak8BImpI/AAAAAAAAASU/hL_HVgronsc/s1600-h/deluxe-face-powder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2Ak8BImpI/AAAAAAAAASU/hL_HVgronsc/s320/deluxe-face-powder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304537308186843794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Holy crap!! its not just melamine in food!! also face powder?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2Ak_TCnYI/AAAAAAAAASM/5vrdkzIMf_A/s1600-h/god-bress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2Ak_TCnYI/AAAAAAAAASM/5vrdkzIMf_A/s320/god-bress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304537309067255170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes this is how atheist say it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God Bress you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2Ak_DpFiI/AAAAAAAAASE/Lsd3xICdMFY/s1600-h/chocolate-puke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2Ak_DpFiI/AAAAAAAAASE/Lsd3xICdMFY/s320/chocolate-puke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304537309002667554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NEW: Chocolate Poop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AEkGABgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/elxwnerUq7U/s1600-h/hardware-dope-supermarket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AEkGABgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/elxwnerUq7U/s320/hardware-dope-supermarket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304536752008988162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yep, its all here, choose from our wide array of dope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AEoWf6jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ddvxyn3r6zE/s1600-h/hehe-tea-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AEoWf6jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ddvxyn3r6zE/s320/hehe-tea-house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304536753151928882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tea served with a stick of weed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AEqs76HI/AAAAAAAAARs/XY4cFu4Taz4/s1600-h/my-friend-snoofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AEqs76HI/AAAAAAAAARs/XY4cFu4Taz4/s320/my-friend-snoofy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304536753782909042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this tshirt is ferfect for fefe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AETJJdJI/AAAAAAAAARk/gv7nGBq_Jos/s1600-h/please-cut-yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AETJJdJI/AAAAAAAAARk/gv7nGBq_Jos/s320/please-cut-yourself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304536747458786450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;scissors available here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AEFpH-bI/AAAAAAAAARc/0oWvMyjWd3A/s1600-h/push-pull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2AEFpH-bI/AAAAAAAAARc/0oWvMyjWd3A/s320/push-pull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304536743834810802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;any way you like it baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0g5P5eclI/AAAAAAAAARU/LlzPlLYjmTI/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917E0000005DC-492_468x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0g5P5eclI/AAAAAAAAARU/LlzPlLYjmTI/s320/article-1146283-038917E0000005DC-492_468x286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304432104004547154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;talk about word for word translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0gi2ziPBI/AAAAAAAAARM/sQ--3Lstc2M/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917D9000005DC-964_468x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0gi2ziPBI/AAAAAAAAARM/sQ--3Lstc2M/s320/article-1146283-038917D9000005DC-964_468x286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304431719311621138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jackets for emo. They sell like pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0giuiAamI/AAAAAAAAARE/vmWvodWPmtA/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917D3000005DC-86_468x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0giuiAamI/AAAAAAAAARE/vmWvodWPmtA/s320/article-1146283-038917D3000005DC-86_468x286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304431717090617954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If we don't finish, tomorrow would be under construction as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0giiK4hxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yEPQtfxH6bw/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917CD000005DC-406_468x299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0giiK4hxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yEPQtfxH6bw/s320/article-1146283-038917CD000005DC-406_468x299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304431713772406546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hotel welcomes those with suicidal tendencies painters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0giXm1oCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EdCk2YAjkP0/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917CA000005DC-570_468x415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0giXm1oCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/EdCk2YAjkP0/s320/article-1146283-038917CA000005DC-570_468x415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304431710936866850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... just another safety precaution to keep the cleaners safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0giNQCuGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/P8KDTzKAnS0/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917BB000005DC-866_468x278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0giNQCuGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/P8KDTzKAnS0/s320/article-1146283-038917BB000005DC-866_468x278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304431708156901474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yep there's nothing like the bath and fun combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxUjiNnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xWy0kyZoMaI/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917B8000005DC-103_468x324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxUjiNnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xWy0kyZoMaI/s320/article-1146283-038917B8000005DC-103_468x324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304430868304115314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for more improved softness, add a bottle of mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxRnoVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/S_mnAzjmYx0/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917B2000005DC-737_468x262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxRnoVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/S_mnAzjmYx0/s320/article-1146283-038917B2000005DC-737_468x262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304430867515987186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and this my friend are steps to drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxLI_o8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/xPZyhZx-Hv4/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917AC000005DC-890_468x411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxLI_o8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/xPZyhZx-Hv4/s320/article-1146283-038917AC000005DC-890_468x411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304430865776878530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...I hope you don't have the earwax flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxLGTuMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/X28UmnR6nxw/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917A9000005DC-445_468x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxLGTuMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/X28UmnR6nxw/s320/article-1146283-038917A9000005DC-445_468x286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304430865765611714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;customers are requested to bring their umbrellas along for self defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxDHdRVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kMmnocm5JpY/s1600-h/article-1146283-038917A6000005DC-147_468x278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0fxDHdRVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/kMmnocm5JpY/s320/article-1146283-038917A6000005DC-147_468x278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304430863622948178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you can't get more concise than this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-924190725365631276?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/924190725365631276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=924190725365631276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/924190725365631276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/924190725365631276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/asian-treasure.html' title='Asian treasure'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ2EwR73tfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HuryT7zNzTI/s72-c/hand-grenade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5377023617692919033</id><published>2009-02-19T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:14:59.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>emotional blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0FJqsbkcI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7AyrOZR3wm4/s1600-h/7jRONxlx4facwmcePoiFStwKo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0FJqsbkcI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7AyrOZR3wm4/s320/7jRONxlx4facwmcePoiFStwKo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304401599749919170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;haaaaay so I belong to the top half.. (as if I didn't have a clue I was Emotionally Unstable). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then again I could be on the lower half if I decide to. &lt;/span&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-5377023617692919033?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5377023617692919033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5377023617692919033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5377023617692919033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5377023617692919033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/emotional-blah-blah.html' title='emotional blah blah'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SZ0FJqsbkcI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7AyrOZR3wm4/s72-c/7jRONxlx4facwmcePoiFStwKo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7766397811012634024</id><published>2009-02-17T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:25:53.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>The YESSSSS dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eyqUj3PGHv4&amp;amp;hl=en&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/eyqUj3PGHv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohhhhhh I so like this... yes!! yes!! especially the humping.. Yes baby lets do the humping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-7766397811012634024?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7766397811012634024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7766397811012634024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7766397811012634024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7766397811012634024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesssss-dance.html' title='The YESSSSS dance'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4712565189798096871</id><published>2009-02-17T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:58:42.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>girl gone wild.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbVw7entkxg&amp;amp;hl=en&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/xbVw7entkxg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what would happen if everybody else missing their flights would throw a tantrum like that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what shes saying. Anyone there who can translate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-4712565189798096871?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4712565189798096871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4712565189798096871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4712565189798096871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4712565189798096871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-gone-wild.html' title='girl gone wild.....'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4631468958139510133</id><published>2009-02-15T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:57:45.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>(A late cheesy) Valentine song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.itsablackthang.com/images/alix-beaujour/cupid-psyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 324px;" src="http://www.itsablackthang.com/images/alix-beaujour/cupid-psyche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A day after Valentines Day and I decide to be cheesy with a song. First thought was Whitney Houston's I believe in you in me, but for some reason, Celine Dion's Have you ever been in love kept on playing in my head.. so here we are.. Celine Dion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3vHeaW2Bam/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3vHeaW2Bam/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been In love (Celine Dion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You could touch the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When your hearts shooting stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youre holding heaven in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been so in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever walked on air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever felt like you were dreamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you never thought it could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it really feels that good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been so in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You could touch the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When your hearts shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youre holding heaven in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been in love, have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The time I spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waiting for something that was heaven-sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you find it don't let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever said a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And found that it was answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All my hope has been restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I aint looking anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been so in love, have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some place that you aint leavin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somewhere you're gonna stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you finally found the meanin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The time I spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waiting for something that was heaven-sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you find it, don't let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coz have you ever been so in love, so in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You could touch the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can even reach the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Doesnt't't't matter near or far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been so in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So in... love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-4631468958139510133?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4631468958139510133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4631468958139510133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4631468958139510133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4631468958139510133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-cheesy-valentine-song.html' title='(A late cheesy) Valentine song'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-832992418541065931</id><published>2009-02-10T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:06:23.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>have you ever been in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scientificblogging.com/graphics/chem%20love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.scientificblogging.com/graphics/chem%20love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-832992418541065931?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/832992418541065931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=832992418541065931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/832992418541065931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/832992418541065931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-been-in-love.html' title='have you ever been in love?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7804876598064526514</id><published>2009-02-08T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:07:09.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love according to children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://snapshot.parade.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=822401&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 354px;" src="http://snapshot.parade.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=822401&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=3" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actual children’s answers to the question “what is love?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” - Billy, age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” - Karl, age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” - Emily, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” - Noelle, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” - Cindy, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” - Elaine, age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” - Chris, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” - Mary Ann, age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” - Rebecca, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reblogged from &lt;a href="http://microwalrus.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-7804876598064526514?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7804876598064526514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7804876598064526514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7804876598064526514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7804876598064526514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-according-to-children.html' title='Love according to children'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1337474797254799254</id><published>2009-02-04T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:48:08.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>grow old with.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee124/hrh7c/old-lady-704046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 313px;" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee124/hrh7c/old-lady-704046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When i'm old and unproductive and i'll need help getting around, who'll take care of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While reading an article in a newspaper that sentence there got me. Is that my wake up call? some sort of sign to knock some sense into me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple of months now i've already "sort of" accepted that I will grow old alone and die alone. No other half, no kids or no parents to even say goodbye to when I die. That's just that. I will be all alone.  Alone, alone, alone. Was born alone will die alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have realized that way before I was cheated on. I found out the hard way that no one else is ever going to always be there. No matter what they say or promise you. And no I will not have kids so that there will be someone to take care of me.. that's selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll learn to hate if I have to just so I will not feel comfortable and start that "ill-rely-on-you" bullshit. I'll grow old with...me, myself and I. So I guess I better start loving myself to death then if i'm to be alone. &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/2661416924526516593-1337474797254799254?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1337474797254799254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1337474797254799254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1337474797254799254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1337474797254799254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/grow-old-with.html' title='grow old with.....?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-209863055125725555</id><published>2009-02-04T13:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:43:40.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bored so just surfed around tumblr and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://9.media.tumblr.com/wT8KRBX7rjid0vq5J8pDfBweo1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/wT8KRBX7rjid0vq5J8pDfBweo1_400.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know, but something about it is just funny but at the same time.... gross.&lt;br /&gt;Nice right? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;reblogged from &lt;a href="http://professionalwidow.tumblr.com/"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-209863055125725555?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/209863055125725555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=209863055125725555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/209863055125725555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/209863055125725555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/cats.html' title='cats'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4983397658425061541</id><published>2009-02-02T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:38:34.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>songs to live by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd14/LukeHartsuyker/heart_and_music-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 195px;" src="http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd14/LukeHartsuyker/heart_and_music-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was doing some window shopping with Mr. heartbreaker when suddenly "always be my baby" booms out of the speakers. Oh great!! this friggin song follows me around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard David Cook sang this on last seasons American Idol I was blown out of my seat. I was like.."wow what a great version, this song will be big." It sure did. It was played on every radio station almost every minute and by then I was starting to hate the song. This time around I really hate it with a passion. When I heared it at the mall I wanted nothing more than to get out of there ...FAST!! faster than you can say "HOoooly mother of  all that is lousy!!" not this song again!!! This song being Mr. Heartbreakers song to man-eating whore isn't helping at all. Everytime I hear it I wish I could smash the speakers and shout out of frustration. I curse David Cook for singing that song. I imagine Mr. heartbreaker serenading her with it. Damn it!!!!! a$$!@#$%^&amp;amp;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it made me think of music... how it helps us, makes us happy, makes us sad, inspires us, irritates us, makes us think. How we have certain songs for certain stages of our lives. The love songs, the "theme songs", the wedding songs, the break-up songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..... then "Sad to belong" by England Dan plays.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Yes its sad to belong to someone when the right one comes along" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Damn that song. Has got to be the most insulting break-up song ever. &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/2661416924526516593-4983397658425061541?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4983397658425061541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4983397658425061541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4983397658425061541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4983397658425061541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/songs-to-live-by.html' title='songs to live by'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-6156249483924889411</id><published>2009-02-02T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:26:35.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>postcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SYas1lR1dpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/p4y3WT3xiXI/s1600-h/6a00e552eefdaf8834010536daa311970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SYas1lR1dpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/p4y3WT3xiXI/s320/6a00e552eefdaf8834010536daa311970b-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298112048187930258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If i'd have read this sooner, would this have helped me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://blinksoflife.typepad.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/2661416924526516593-6156249483924889411?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/6156249483924889411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=6156249483924889411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6156249483924889411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6156249483924889411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/postcard.html' title='postcard'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SYas1lR1dpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/p4y3WT3xiXI/s72-c/6a00e552eefdaf8834010536daa311970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-562792124091953668</id><published>2009-01-30T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:51:59.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>on break-ups....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-women-movie-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 394px;" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-women-movie-poster.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream, the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but its all out of your control. You can't trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are. Your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no one will be able to break your heart like that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that good a movie but was curious because it was about a two timing husband. Plus this movie quote kinda got me..... here's hoping that I wont get my heart broken like that again.&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-562792124091953668?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/562792124091953668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=562792124091953668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/562792124091953668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/562792124091953668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-break-ups.html' title='on break-ups....'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4522269890893206647</id><published>2009-01-28T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:49:02.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>For the first time.... (im talking about the movie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNaK5D_YZYk/SLgMvu5i7CI/AAAAAAAACzw/HbGR8SscJ00/s320/forthefirsttime_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNaK5D_YZYk/SLgMvu5i7CI/AAAAAAAACzw/HbGR8SscJ00/s320/forthefirsttime_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's 2 in the morning (i'm dead. still have to go to the office) just finished watching For the First Time, the KC &amp;amp; Richard movie. And just as I thought... I was saying Oh crap, oh crap throughout the movie. And the ending.... OH CRAP. That has got to be  one of the most unrealistic ending, with the strict father of the girl (played by uhmmmm whatshisname.... Philip Salvador) telling the guy that he had to court her daughter at home after seeing them kiss.Then right after the the strict father was given a glass of wine the couple when into the upper room to prance around or... make do with some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Oh and Richard here is the son of a former vice-president, went to Greece, is pretty popular because he was on the front page of the newspaper. So I was kinda having a hard time imagining why this guy who's fluent in greek and english suddenly blurt out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Mahal kita, mahal na mahal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to an equally high society girl. Just didn't seem right.I was expecting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;s'agapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; coming out of his mouth not Mahal kita. OK, I guess that was the director being nationalistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So here I am... watched the movie and now making a post about it when I was complaining earlier that I wanted to post something (and by that something I meant write something with  a little sense) And this post here is not one of them. Oh well....&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/2661416924526516593-4522269890893206647?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4522269890893206647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4522269890893206647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4522269890893206647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4522269890893206647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-first-time-im-talking-about-movie.html' title='For the first time.... (im talking about the movie)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNaK5D_YZYk/SLgMvu5i7CI/AAAAAAAACzw/HbGR8SscJ00/s72-c/forthefirsttime_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8114637480145731296</id><published>2009-01-27T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:28:34.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flummoxed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SX8dYAg3oLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/W2V3coyBj0Q/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SX8dYAg3oLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/W2V3coyBj0Q/s320/DSC00750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295983985102921906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Want to post something but everytime I start I suddenly run out of  words to type. So.. I decided to post about this instead... that I want to post something but I don't know what.&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/2661416924526516593-8114637480145731296?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8114637480145731296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8114637480145731296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8114637480145731296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8114637480145731296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/flummoxed.html' title='flummoxed'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SX8dYAg3oLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/W2V3coyBj0Q/s72-c/DSC00750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3004147696415913424</id><published>2009-01-20T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:26:40.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2987568494_abf8022a80.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 401px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2987568494_abf8022a80.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3 letters.. W.O.W. Been a long time since i've watched a movie that made me go wow. A feel good movie (towards the end) but also a glimpse at the harsh realities of life.  Ok who am I kidding. i'm not a movie critic here.... all I can say is its a good movie.. so worth all the hours of download.. hehehehe hardeharhar... Oh and I liked the dance sequence at the end because what would a movie made in India be without the dancing. &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/2661416924526516593-3004147696415913424?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3004147696415913424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3004147696415913424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3004147696415913424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3004147696415913424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2567422310156019182</id><published>2009-01-15T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:32:56.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>its damn cold and so I whine.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SW9W-GQZIZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YiPQgcwwlVs/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SW9W-GQZIZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YiPQgcwwlVs/s320/DSC00751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291543712014868882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maybe its because of this blasted weather or maybe its because I miss him so much that I am into one of my drama moments. I wasn't thinking of posting anything. Actually, few months back i've sort of made a mental note not to blog about my twisted relationship anymore because it could really be tiring if I go on and on with my relationship dilemma and not do anything about it. But here I am. About to start with my relationship woes again. No he hasn't been cheating (not that I know of) If anything, he's been nothing but great BUT there are thoughts running havoc through my mind and its really driving me crazy. More like making me MORE emotionally dramatic. I feel like I am over analyzing things. (or am I?) I am not too sure if I should believe all that hes saying or not. (Here we go again. on that merry go round of what if's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love him. (I think I do) It's just that lately half of me is thinking that maybe letting go is the best solution to all my emotional turmoil. Breaking up is the answer because I feel like i'm not happy anymore. But i'm so scared to go over the "what-happens-next" after I break up with him. I'm afraid that if I go through with it I'll come running back. Or I go into another "depression era" (as if i'm not having it now) I'm so confused (DUH?!!) And I'm starting to wonder if i'll always be feeling like this if I continue with this shit. I am literally starting to lose my mind. I can't think straight. I don't know what I really really want. I want him but I'm afraid to trust him again. I don't want him but i'm scared that if I let go i'll look for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am frustrated at him, for so many reasons and I don't want to be frustrated forever if we do end up together. It would be like a heavy burden to lag around. I'll be the unhappy wife who would look back at her life and wish that she'd gone the other way.There are many things that i'd like to tell him.. to let him know how I truly feel but the moment I open my mouth I stop and start thinking.. what if he doesnt react the way I want him to react? what then? would I be disappointed or would I let it go and be content that at least I get to tell him? Or what If I start talking and validate that we really aren't best for each other and that he really belonged to man-eating tiiiiit. I don't want to  impose on people. I want to say what I want but at the same time I don't (guess by now you get the idea of "it's driving me crazy". I'm not too sure if i'm making any sense here. Im just typing away....)  I don't want something like this. (at least I think I don't want something like this) I want to express myself but I'm afraid of the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think i'm starting to sound like a broken record. I better stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-2567422310156019182?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2567422310156019182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2567422310156019182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2567422310156019182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2567422310156019182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-damn-cold-and-so-i-whine.html' title='its damn cold and so I whine.....'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SW9W-GQZIZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YiPQgcwwlVs/s72-c/DSC00751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5667606580271987694</id><published>2009-01-14T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:01:54.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality show'/><title type='text'>Amercan Idol Season 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SW3iF-Txw5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/_xmcomC-d3I/s1600-h/american-idol-8-host-and-judges1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SW3iF-Txw5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/_xmcomC-d3I/s320/american-idol-8-host-and-judges1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291133729483375506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so its starts. Another season of American Idol. I liked the rocker chick Emily with the pink hair and nose ring,  Stevie Wright who sang the Etta Jones song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Last&lt;/span&gt; (or as I call it, the wedding song) and Scott Macintyre, the almost blind guy.&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-5667606580271987694?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5667606580271987694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5667606580271987694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5667606580271987694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5667606580271987694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/amercan-idol-season-8.html' title='Amercan Idol Season 8'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SW3iF-Txw5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/_xmcomC-d3I/s72-c/american-idol-8-host-and-judges1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8192058046536871379</id><published>2009-01-08T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:12:25.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>what do you do when....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.encorent.com.au/images/comedians/pat_trick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 229px;" src="http://www.encorent.com.au/images/comedians/pat_trick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you do when the certified "harbatera" aunt of your "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once"&lt;/span&gt; cheating boyfriend called you a swindler? Yep, until recently the titles ive been giving myself was... Emosloppy, raving lunatic, twit, blah blah blah etc, etc. Now i'll have to add swindler to that growing list. So what brought about the nasty name calling? Not so long ago boyfriends mom gave me her ecard to hold on to. Then came the break-up chronicles, I still had the card, and yes I actually had the nyahahahaha time-to-splurge idea. But I didnt.(now that this came up I should have!!) Oh but I did ask mommie dearest money to go to the doctor to have my heart checked because of the heartache her son was putting me through. That was that then I returned the ecard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me say something about this aunt. One time we were opening one of those balik bayan boxes from mommie dearest. Actually they were opening I was watching. Hoarder-aunt puts her gigantic hands on the box and pulled it towards her, then she started  picking things up and said "this one's mine, this one's mine Oh and this one and this one and this one blah blah blah. Note: that box is for the 3 sons not for her. Then she took this bag of lipsticks..... she gets one from the bag offered it to me and said "I don't think you use lipstick. Do you? but here, choose one"...indeed reluctantly trying to give me that one lipstick she picked from the bag. I wish I could have laughed out loud coz that was effin' hilarious. I said no thank you I have tons of lipsticks. Actually I just said No I don't use lipstick. (but in reality I can't live without one.) Duh?!! I wasn't interested in those lipsticks I wasn't even interested in any of the stuff in that box.  (no this isn't be sounding bitter because I didnt get to choose from the bag of lipsticks, I really wasn't) Whatever was in there  I could afford for myself thank you very much.So after she'd taken the stuff that caught her fancy shed go home and come back the next day, scout around the house and if she sees something on the table she'd say "Hey can I have this?" And without waiting for an answer, grabs it and scoots away. Yes she wants it all. She's selfish and she doesn't want anybody else to share in whatever things there is that mommie dearest sends. Her daughter works somewhere in asia and when she send a box you'll only know coz she'll send 2 bars of lux soap and a can of crap. It's funny really. (and it suddenly dawned on me that i'm talking about balik bayan boxes. This.is.getting.lame!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me a swindler. What do I do? Do I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. retaliate (in a really bitchy way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. confront her about it? (in a really slow nice way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. file a criminal complait of slander (might cost me. Total waste of good money. I could buy tons of lipstick nyahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. do nothing. She's just pissed because everytime she looks in the mirror she sees an old fat pig and no amount of friggin lipstick is gonna change that. And her sqeezing on those small blouses and short. (yes its cellulite paradise and the BFF Ms. HUGE varicose veins) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HURL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gawd someone should outlaw people of certain age who certainly doesnt know what "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering things of youth"&lt;/span&gt; means. Then again she's way too stupid to know a text like that exist. Even if she did she won't understand it. I don't blame her really. Ok, I think I should  understand, pity her even. Obviouly she's just jealous because I am what she wished she was. Even for just a tinny tiny bit. I have the looks. (good thing I dont have pics in here) One that she's never had and never will until she dies. (well not unless she swindles tons of money and do a total face surgery (ala face-off). Hmmmmm perhaps I should open a school of swindling and the old hag will be my special student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-8192058046536871379?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8192058046536871379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8192058046536871379' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8192058046536871379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8192058046536871379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-do-when.html' title='what do you do when....'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5018342398247869931</id><published>2009-01-08T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:16:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled (the title you put when you can't think of anything else)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk106/Design_Savage/drooling_homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk106/Design_Savage/drooling_homer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obviously got nothing to say....&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-5018342398247869931?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5018342398247869931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5018342398247869931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5018342398247869931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5018342398247869931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled-title-you-put-when-you-cant.html' title='untitled (the title you put when you can&apos;t think of anything else)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1471373099879867836</id><published>2009-01-06T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:33:33.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>funny (for me that is)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here is the thing that's been making me laugh for a couple of months now (actually I just knew about this late last year). I've watched this video a LOT of times already but it still makes me laugh (that's because i'm too shallow.) Also it makes me want to be a ventriloquist. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-1471373099879867836?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1471373099879867836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1471373099879867836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1471373099879867836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1471373099879867836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-for-me-that-is.html' title='funny (for me that is)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3599098011025158413</id><published>2009-01-05T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:42:31.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>another one of those gibberish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2008 should have ended with me celebrating inner peace (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or whatever it is one should be feeling after spending time at a yoga camp.&lt;/span&gt;) But, turned out, wasn't yet time for me to achieve that so called peace crap. My last week of 2008 was nothing but wind and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yoga camp's situated atop a mountain (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or is it a volcanic cliff?&lt;/span&gt;) facing the pacific. To access the area you have to go through this jungle path then through a steep wooden staircase. And with that howling wind, it could possible topple you over those stairs and you'd be spending the new year with broken bones. So scrapped that (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guess will go some other time&lt;/span&gt;) nothing left for me to do but lounge around the house.... and think.... what a crazy, lousy year  I had. I think I cried half the year away. LAME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was thinking....thinking...and then this just popped up... why did I start a blog? I'm not a good writer, not good with words (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proof enough here&lt;/span&gt;) I'm not funny (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just trying to be, and failing big time!!&lt;/span&gt;), I don't have any interesting topics to share. So why start a blog then? and oh yeah, was because I was bitter and I wanted to rant about my "pseudo-break-up".  But now that my drama crap is over what do I rant about? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh great the new year and im thinking of useless things&lt;/span&gt;).. Oh well... if im lousy im lousy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guess i'll be changing the blog name soon to lousy and sloppy&lt;/span&gt;). Oh and heres my new years resolution... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stop with the self-pity crap...it's getting way too tiring!! and do something about your posts dammit!! you're all over the place you don't make sense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-3599098011025158413?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3599098011025158413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3599098011025158413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3599098011025158413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3599098011025158413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-one-of-those-gibberish.html' title='another one of those gibberish'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2635894625491804216</id><published>2008-12-31T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:59:51.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cuc.com.hk/updatednews/50Ann/FIREWORK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.cuc.com.hk/updatednews/50Ann/FIREWORK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the year's about to end. Time for some new years resolution. Then again, since its awfully been a long time since i've had one, I don't know what my new years resolution would be.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.. can't think of any... anyway &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-2635894625491804216?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2635894625491804216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2635894625491804216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2635894625491804216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2635894625491804216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4451203842711043472</id><published>2008-12-22T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:13:59.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poofcat.com/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.poofcat.com/christmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just want to wish everybody a very Merry Christmas!!&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/2661416924526516593-4451203842711043472?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4451203842711043472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4451203842711043472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4451203842711043472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4451203842711043472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8275687691689929248</id><published>2008-12-18T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:51:12.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>whooooo is this guy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SHARON%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pablo Banila. Just who is this guy? a cyber stalker? Hacker? New virus? (Im suppose to paste a pic here but it's kinda creepy to see his pic everytime I open this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anybody encountered him before in the site Multiply or Frienster? I googled him and Hello!!! hmmm hes making himself famous. There are a couple of blogs about him and someone wrote about him at the Inquirer. I look at the dates and this thing has been going on for like months now. But I have to say this kid is good. Im thinking of getting to know him and ask his help to hack into a certian someones account lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanting to see this guy heres his site &lt;a href="http://pablobanila.com/"&gt;www.pablobanila.com&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rain, wanna look through it?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-8275687691689929248?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8275687691689929248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8275687691689929248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8275687691689929248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8275687691689929248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/12/whooooo-is-this-guy.html' title='whooooo is this guy?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4277718393023900431</id><published>2008-12-13T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:43:15.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the"job"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.acclaimimages.com/_gallery/_TN/0449-0704-1515-1924_TN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 212px;" src="http://images.acclaimimages.com/_gallery/_TN/0449-0704-1515-1924_TN.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" class="sqq" &gt;“You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothin'.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Samantha Jones (sex and the city)&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/2661416924526516593-4277718393023900431?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4277718393023900431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4277718393023900431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4277718393023900431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4277718393023900431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/12/thejob.html' title='the&quot;job&quot;'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1346276810910853392</id><published>2008-12-08T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:33:19.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>another one for the man-eating whore (when will I stop?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://comics212.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/uncle-sam-ranting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 304px;" src="http://comics212.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/uncle-sam-ranting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So who am I kidding? It's not like i'll forget that I was cheated on. I don't even think that I'll ever forget the feeling I had, the depressions, the sleepless nights. I can't... I just can't.  Have I really forgiven him? Or am I sticking around because I hold a grudge and I want my fill of blood. An eye for an eye maybe? But I digress. The years about to end, I should do something about this grudge thingy. I've "sort-of" decided to stop with the hate/hating her. But before I wish her all the good luck in the world I want to do some spewing first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; To her equally whore of a friend, who befriended me, and had the gall to say that shes not taking sides coz i'm her friend too. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah right!!! can I cut off your tongue?!!&lt;/span&gt;) I'm happy you didn't pass the pre-board exam. I hope you don't pass any exams you take at all!!! I hope you just rot away in that secluded little place of yours. I hope her other shitty friend who gave me a head to toe look that graduation day have a series of unfortunate things happen to her. I hope man-eating whore dies a horrible death!! Oh but wait! I should probably be careful with what i'm blabbin about. There is, afterall a thing called KARMA. And it maybe a good idea if I just let it do its thing instead of me scheming, praying, hoping, harboring evil thoughts. I should probably say instead that I hope they all have a good life. I hope man-eating whore doesn't get her heart broken. I hope her boyfriend doesn't cheat on her. I hope she gets sexier and prettier. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A total face reconstuction is gonna help&lt;/span&gt;) I hope she has a fab life!!  I'm suppose to believe in karma and if I wish her all the bad luck in the world good things might happen instead. So I wish her all the luck... GOOD LUCK fugly man-eating whore!!! I wish you all the luck in the world I hope it smothers you to death!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............Hoohum... like I said. Who am I kidding? I dont think I'll ever be rid of the feeling of being cheated upon. The behind my back part. The violation of trust... its killing me. Everytime i'm alone I end up thinking of those dark times and even if Mr. heartbreaker continues to say that he won't leave me again I cannot help but be cynical. So is cynicism a good thing? Does it make you any wiser? Am I any wiser? I think the smart thing for me to so is to break-up with him. Part of me want to, but a part says that this time it won't be the same. That if I just stick through this, i'll someday say  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"followed heart...never been happier"&lt;/span&gt;.  But what if  it doesnt turn out that way? what if it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Followed heart... BIG mistake"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2661416924526516593-1346276810910853392?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1346276810910853392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1346276810910853392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1346276810910853392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1346276810910853392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-one-for-man-eating-whore-when.html' title='another one for the man-eating whore (when will I stop?)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5745491186935540384</id><published>2008-12-04T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:08:58.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>twilight movie and the philippine flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still busy as hell, just dropped by to say that I saw the Twilight movie (twas nice) and saw the Philippine Flag made an appearance. =) It's on the cafeteria scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPY8LWEnmtQ&amp;amp;hl=en&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/UPY8LWEnmtQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look over the flags by the window and there you'll see... the Philippine flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it.. back to work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-5745491186935540384?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5745491186935540384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5745491186935540384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5745491186935540384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5745491186935540384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie-and-philippine-flag.html' title='twilight movie and the philippine flag'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1636660903600087647</id><published>2008-11-30T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:04:23.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>anticipating the second coming of .. goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/STJXAwumYOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TkSL8a9sncQ/s1600-h/7839744_9a67b04aed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/STJXAwumYOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TkSL8a9sncQ/s320/7839744_9a67b04aed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274373784196243682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Few more days now Mr. heartbreaker and I will be over (again). Yes i'm somewhat anticipating it now that their exam is over. Better be prepared least I get into another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm remembering those days before he did what he did...  had no clue, no clue at all. I just thought that we were ok, that nothing like that would happen. But it did.. it came in the name of man-eating whore (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D..de... ugh can't say the name!&lt;/span&gt;) and up until now I'm still not over the feelings I had when I was jilted. I guess I still have tons of unanswered questions thats why i'm still not over it completely. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don't I ask him you ask?&lt;/span&gt;) I don't the heck know! Maybe i'm afraid of what his answers would be. Up until now i'm still wondering why he did it. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the answer that comes to mind really is "Because he loves her thats why he cheated on you with her"&lt;/span&gt;) Or maybe I was just too naive I never expected that it would happen to me. I am aware that in relationships theres always the risk of being cheated upon. I just didn't expect that I would be one of the casualties. I found out the hard way that just because you're good, just because you're a devoted partner, that doesnt guarantee you faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny and tacky as it may sound but.. is this it then? Is this love or am I just bitter? Is it love when you've suffered too much, when trusting is now an issue but still you chose to be with him. Or  is it nothing more but pure stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So here I am counting the days till he says goodbye again. Will I be ready this time?&lt;br /&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-1636660903600087647?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1636660903600087647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1636660903600087647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1636660903600087647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1636660903600087647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/anticipating-second-coming-of-goodbye.html' title='anticipating the second coming of .. goodbye'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/STJXAwumYOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TkSL8a9sncQ/s72-c/7839744_9a67b04aed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7713120097383308160</id><published>2008-11-30T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:44:57.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>love and hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/ni/love-hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/ni/love-hate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maybe we got love and hate mixed up. Maybe love is suppose to be hate and hate means love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes the world go round they say (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or was that, money makes the world go round?&lt;/span&gt;) but it kills. It kills ones better judgment, it kills your reason, kills your instincts, kills you mentally and emotionally. It drives people to kill others and themselves. Love hurts people to the core and leaves you scarred for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whereas hate.. so simple... you hate that's just that. You hate people you don't anything to do with them therefore lessening your chances for interaction, for getting to know each other, for intertwining your lives together. Lesser emotional trauma. You want to be as far away from each other and you end up not hurting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Either that or i'm starting to get crazy ideas about the love/hate bullcrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-7713120097383308160?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7713120097383308160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7713120097383308160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7713120097383308160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7713120097383308160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-and-hate.html' title='love and hate'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8818590606230313489</id><published>2008-11-28T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:42:37.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>christian the lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oiGKWoJi5qM&amp;amp;hl=en&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/oiGKWoJi5qM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When i saw this earlier today I was in between laughing and crying. (Translation: praning) I cried a bit because it was just touching. An animal remembering those that took good care of him. But then I started to find it funny especially when it said that the lion even introduced his wife and on the end part it was starting to look like a commercial. I was like, "Any moment now they're gonna introduce some new stuff." Oh and the music.. oh the music.. now that one added to my confusion. I didn't know if it made it touching or it made it funnier.&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/2661416924526516593-8818590606230313489?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8818590606230313489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8818590606230313489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8818590606230313489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8818590606230313489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/christian-lion.html' title='christian the lion'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-6044797309906338995</id><published>2008-11-28T10:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:50:09.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apocalypse'/><title type='text'>end of the world (OMFG!) what do you plan to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SS-GCkVYSDI/AAAAAAAAANw/bvOsvdGdpMc/s1600-h/Doomsday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SS-GCkVYSDI/AAAAAAAAANw/bvOsvdGdpMc/s320/Doomsday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273581067345348658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night I saw the 2012 movie teaser at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://mcvie5.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-trailers.html"&gt;Mcvie's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and it really scared the shit out of me I ended up dreaming about it. I guess there's no point denying it. I can't continue to act as if it's never gonna happen (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not when I'm still alive that is&lt;/span&gt;) The world will indeed come to an end and 2012 just might be the year. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH NO, OH NO PLEASE GOD NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;) So looking at that  HUGE body of water crashing over the Himalayans I couldnt help but think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do I start saving now and buy me a couple of floatation device? (of course it's not only me im trying to save here, me and loved ones included). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do I start building myself a boat ala Noah's Ark? In case you know of someone building one i'm willing to enlist. (I've got a feeling that after the movie comes out, someone out there will start to built one) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do I  just make do with a kayak (how much does those things cost?)   OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do I watch Waterworld morning noon and night and try to really get the feel of living in water world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just for the water coming. How about the the earthquakes, the hurricanes, and other catastrophic events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more scary thing is? Earth may be on it's way to 2012 what with this global warming and shit. Here we are going about our daily lives, oblivious of the doom coming... Guess all good things really does come to an end.  &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/2661416924526516593-6044797309906338995?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/6044797309906338995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=6044797309906338995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6044797309906338995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6044797309906338995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-world-omfg-what-do-you-plan-to.html' title='end of the world (OMFG!) what do you plan to do?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SS-GCkVYSDI/AAAAAAAAANw/bvOsvdGdpMc/s72-c/Doomsday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1803611038415364964</id><published>2008-11-25T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:23:16.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasted'/><title type='text'>hell week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teesforall.com/images/Humor_Hello_Im_Wasted_Black_Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.teesforall.com/images/Humor_Hello_Im_Wasted_Black_Shirt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The clerks on maternity leave, we got tax mapped and the sales book wasn't updated so we got penalized. We have a huge order and everybody's busy. Its cut-off week so all systems must be updated. My hard disk died out on me. All files gone nothing to retrieve. Talk about hell week, and its only tuesday. la la la la la... Bring it on!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/2661416924526516593-1803611038415364964?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1803611038415364964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1803611038415364964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1803611038415364964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1803611038415364964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-week.html' title='hell week'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-296964622478635348</id><published>2008-11-22T11:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:17:52.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>what goes around,comes around?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediafilm.ca/Archivage/8/OtherBoleynGirlG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 385px;" src="http://www.mediafilm.ca/Archivage/8/OtherBoleynGirlG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After watching The Other Boleyn Girl I could only guess what Queen Catherine of Aragon would have thought when she learned that Anne Boleyn was beheaded "ahh revenge is sweet. You got what you deserved witch!!" Pardon my thought, but that would have been what I would say if I was in her shoes and the king leaves me for another girl. Then again, as history, or fate, would have it. Her daughter (Mary) was succeeded by Anne Boleyn's child, the ruler of  England's golden era, Queen Elizabeth I. Then it would have been Elizabeth's turn to say "Take that!! my mother wanted to be a great queen, I'll make it up for her, then she wouldn't have died in vain". Talk about vicious cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So is that really it? In this world, is it really,"what goes around comes around?" Is there really such a thing as karma? If someone did a nasty thing to you and he/she did have karma, would you have it too by harboring evil thoughts towards that person? Would it now be a never-ending cycle of karmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-296964622478635348?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/296964622478635348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=296964622478635348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/296964622478635348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/296964622478635348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-goes-aroundcomes-around.html' title='what goes around,comes around?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3948337749847184450</id><published>2008-11-20T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:20:02.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing race'/><title type='text'>Amazing Race Asia 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amazing-race-asia.axn-asia.com/content/season3/teams/team-sam-vince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 192px;" src="http://amazing-race-asia.axn-asia.com/content/season3/teams/team-sam-vince.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh crap Sam and Vince won the recently concluded Amazing Race Asia 3. They were last but  came in first. (lucky bastards!!) They reminded me of last years winner, Adrian and Collin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2745897692_ec263af939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 363px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2745897692_ec263af939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I was rooting for Tisha and Geoff. (they came in second) Was thinking they were gonna be eliminated early on the game because Tisha was pulling an Aubrey (aubrey miles during TARA 1 always had lipstick and powder in hand, was busy retouching then focusing on the game) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh well better luck for next seasons Philippine team then. &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/2661416924526516593-3948337749847184450?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3948337749847184450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3948337749847184450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3948337749847184450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3948337749847184450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-race-asia-3.html' title='Amazing Race Asia 3'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2745897692_ec263af939_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-6204089852198603746</id><published>2008-11-19T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:10:14.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break-ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>that thing called... break-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SSQ5TgsjLrI/AAAAAAAAANo/rHIPqQI87x4/s1600-h/avatar-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SSQ5TgsjLrI/AAAAAAAAANo/rHIPqQI87x4/s320/avatar-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270400471287410354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Break-ups can get pretty nasty. Well it is nasty, its that thing that'll make you lose weight (good if you're overweight, bad if you're on the thin side, your ex might think you went anorexic because of the break up, which is the exact reason anyway but you dont want him/her to know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about break-ups is its a looong and tedious process, well not really if you're the one who initiated the break-up. After a break up, or in my case, space, you have to be careful and stir clear from certain locations, streets or even time of day, it'll be loaded with emotional landmines and you have to be careful where you step or else you'll be blown to pieces. You want to feel good but you can't push yourself to do so and suddenly you find yourself caught in an emotional storm that you never, in a hundred years, thought you'd be in. You'd find yourself saying, this isnt me! Im strong i've been through a lot of shit I can take a break-up. But thing is, no matter how much you tell yourself that, deep down you know you're struggling and you're lost.  You want to deny that you're lost but there are just days that you give in and say "fine already! im lost and I dont know what to do." The tough armor you built wasnt that tough after all. You're stuck in the moment and you can't get out of it.(courtesy of U2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the odds of finding a lasting relationship?  Are we really suppose to get over someone in a slow and painful way? There'll be times when you wonder for many more days, months, years you'll endure the pain of being dumped. Break-ups does a pretty good job at tarnishing any lovely ideas you have about love. Its makes you cynical and an instant paranoid watchdog the next time you get into another relationship. The "what if" will ever be present. What if it happens again? what if he/she cheats on me? and which leads to another topic..... Cheating... which ill blog about when I think of something to say about cheating.. nyahahaha.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eherm&lt;/span&gt;.. oh well ,break-ups.. no matter how hurtful it is.. you get over it... (yeah like after years and years of therapy, if you have money. If not then you end up killing yourself..hahaha)....somehow.&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-6204089852198603746?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/6204089852198603746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=6204089852198603746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6204089852198603746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6204089852198603746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-thing-called-break-up.html' title='that thing called... break-up'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SSQ5TgsjLrI/AAAAAAAAANo/rHIPqQI87x4/s72-c/avatar-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2861388092608392984</id><published>2008-11-17T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:24:52.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raving lunatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>man-eating whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dragoart.com/tuts/pics/5/553/how-to-draw-grim-from-the-grim-adventures-of-billy-and-mandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.dragoart.com/tuts/pics/5/553/how-to-draw-grim-from-the-grim-adventures-of-billy-and-mandy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 months ago the man I so loved asked for a break. His words exactly? Space, he wanted space. Of course when you're in a relationship and your partner asked for space it could only mean one thing. This is a dry run for the break-up that gonna happen next. For the next couple of months (4 months) I was going crazy. I couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. I was a good partner, (I think I was, actually, im pretty sure I was.) and maybe that was the problem, its like some cruel trick of the world. If you're miss goodie two shoes you're partner's bound to become the spawn of satan. But if you're the im-a-whore aka mistress of satan kind of girl well, you're boyfriend will be this willing slave. They say it's the thrill of the chase. Somewhere deep inside us we want the challenge of taming someone wild. Think im crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy friend number 1 good guy, intellegent, stable job, been with the girl for 3 years. Girl breaks up with him. Reason? he was too good and her friends thinks he was a loser. Guy friend number 2, was with the girl for 4 years, has the looks, is an architect. Girls breaks up with him. Reason? she chose mr caucasian. Both men begged the girl and both girls practically spat at thier faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 months of the break-up hell he came back. I can think of some reasons why. Let me enumerate later. Now for man-eating whore. (Gawd you have no idea how im so tempted to grab her pics on friendster. No im not her friend,and wont be in this lifetime or the next?)  I hate her! and I find it strange why I still love Mr.heartbreaker when it's suppose to be him I should be hating for doing what he did. Inviting man-eating whore to be part of us. Actually it's more like i'm disappointed with myself for still thinking about her. For still being bitter, for wasting my time thinking about her and even blogging about her. (a full friggin entry just about the man-eating whore). I've said this before and i'll say it again. He's back, he said sorry he made a mistake. He won't leave me again. What more do I want right? But that's just it, this is when I get crazy ideas coz while hes saying it my mind goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "yeah right! you're just here now coz that fugly man-eating whore is back in friggin Taiwan (can I not say that place again? I hate it now coz it reminds me of her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. you need me because you need someone to take care of you while you're reviewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (this is from the stupid, naive me) you came back because you do love me and everybody needs a second chance (fuck!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets say he really is serious. So why all the drama about man-eating whore? Because I still hate her that's why. (did i say that already?) why I hate her? because shes under the friggin notion that shes innocent in all these. That shes the victim and that im suppose to be the friggin 3rd party. I hated what she said. that she will ignore Mr.heartbreaker because she doesn't want to be part in hurting me. Can she get any stupidier than she already is?! The whore should  have thought of that the minute cheating boyfriend started flirting with her!!! she could have stopped it right there and then! not after 3 times of saying "i'm friggin sorry I won't contact him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright already!! I know im stupid for accepting cheating boyfriend back. But i'd rather I have him than she does! You might think, is this guy some kind of adonis or something? no hes not! hes friggin far from that. Im just a selfish little prick that doesnt find someone dumping me amusing. I do the dumping! So better I have him back first then dump him later. Who am I kidding right? It's actually, because im a stupid martyr who thinks that hes the last man on planet earth and I dont want anybody else except him. Any self respecting girl wouldn't be giving someone like him another chance. Well lucky for him I dont have any self respect left. I am just the willing slave.. so ill slave away. And perhaps hope(?) that I get an award somewhere in this hellhole I  put myself into (again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm sitting at the office contemplating some things... thoughts like "I wish something bad would happen to fugly man-eating whore. " pops up. Images of her being run over by a truck, her ending up on prison her having a miserable life and yes, her in a coffin somehow satisfies my irritation over her. At times I think of emailing her, telling her what a lowlife she is but... the hell!??!!she'll just think that shes some kind of supehstar! She might even be happy that shes irking the hell out of me. And I wont give her that satisfaction. Its frustrating enough that I'm hating her. That the thought of  the disgusting whore enters my mind.  Shes friggin lucky that someone like me thinks of her! the whore!!! So here I am. I end up blogging instead of writing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, you ugly ugly man eating whore. I hope you die a horrible death. I hope you be miserable all your life. You and the evil spawns you'll have. I hope you have generation  upon generation of badluck! Oh and I know you're actually the one thats bother. Why with those stupid shout out of yours on friendster. GAWDDDD I hope you die!!!! Oh and about cheating boyfriend you'll have him back im just borrowing him. Im pretty sure hell go back you when you get home or after his review . You shouldnt have left really but apparently one guy wasn't enough for you. You needed to go back to your naive boyfriend who had no idea that you were here ruining other peoples relationship. You're into ruining relationships which isnt a surprise really you can't even respect your own relationship let alone respect others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eherm... I take that back. I think im being harsh. I'll just let karma do its thing. I should just focus on myself and force myself to not think of man-eating WHORE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of lifes greatest secrets: women don't look for handsome man, they look for men with beautiful women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                       - Milan Kundera (The Book of Laugther and Forgetting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-2861388092608392984?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2861388092608392984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2861388092608392984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2861388092608392984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2861388092608392984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-eating-whore.html' title='man-eating whore'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1920102686274732614</id><published>2008-11-16T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:23:14.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emocrap'/><title type='text'>major weeper in action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://johnstodderinexile.files.wordpress.com/2006/07/shock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 380px;" src="http://johnstodderinexile.files.wordpress.com/2006/07/shock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There I was watching Oprah chatting with Miley Cyrus. They went to another stage to surprise some kids... kids went wild upon seeing Miley some where screaming their heads off and other were crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: About to cry because I was happy for the kids. Looking at their happy happy faces.. Aww how cute. (tears building up. Ok let me switch the channel before I start wailing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click click click..channel surfing and stops at Discovery channel. Oh nice green fields with butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: tears building up again. I was so overwhelmed by the scenery. God darn it!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click click click.. fashion tv's world music awards with Avril Lavinge performing When you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: tears falling... such nice lyrics I remembered how I felt months ago. What the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click click click.. Cartoon network... carebears. Awww my best friend and I used to watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: tears starting up again. What the friggin hell is wrong with me?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns off the tv. better sleep this off. friggin tears!!!.&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-1920102686274732614?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1920102686274732614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1920102686274732614' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1920102686274732614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1920102686274732614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/major-weeper-in-action.html' title='major weeper in action'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3399693501474699133</id><published>2008-11-14T21:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:22:33.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errorfinder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor (?)'/><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP!!!! (oh woe!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SR2CyqGBH6I/AAAAAAAAANg/IBK0FwLfeP0/s1600-h/1a23722120a2bc60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SR2CyqGBH6I/AAAAAAAAANg/IBK0FwLfeP0/s320/1a23722120a2bc60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268510945897947042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gawd I just went over the &lt;a href="http://blogpesticide.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogpests&lt;/a&gt; site (coz I regularly check his site out) and OMG!!! (please put some really distressing sound when you read that "OMG") there it was.... my blog.. oh gawd oh gawd!!! I'm actually sweating here (its raining and I have the aircondition on) my hands are getting clammy. GAWD! he just scared the living shit out of me. Now I don't know if I should continue reading what he said or not! (I was actually preparing for this day, anticipating that he'll stumble upon my blog by accident.) I'm not too sure if I should be happy that he noticed my blog, seeing that hes really good or just shut this blog down to spare me from further shame. Oh crap... (biting my nails) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... just finished reading (inhale, exhale) Ok that wasnt too bad. (I guess?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANTED:&lt;/span&gt; Someone to proofread my posts.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/10/scared.html"&gt;didn't I advertise this before?&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-3399693501474699133?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3399693501474699133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3399693501474699133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3399693501474699133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3399693501474699133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-crap-oh-woe.html' title='HOLY CRAP!!!! (oh woe!)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SR2CyqGBH6I/AAAAAAAAANg/IBK0FwLfeP0/s72-c/1a23722120a2bc60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-1038134282585204564</id><published>2008-11-12T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:21:10.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>sometimes (what a lame title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRrhdWaxBnI/AAAAAAAAANY/OUhqnjRAk_E/s1600-h/bf0e953e74e207259fa96facc75ffeec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRrhdWaxBnI/AAAAAAAAANY/OUhqnjRAk_E/s320/bf0e953e74e207259fa96facc75ffeec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267770608513517170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sometimes no matter how long and hard you love someone&lt;br /&gt;they'll never love you back the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you have to be ok with that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(familiar ba? text message kasi.. nyahahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-1038134282585204564?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1038134282585204564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=1038134282585204564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1038134282585204564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/1038134282585204564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-what-lame-title.html' title='sometimes (what a lame title)'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRrhdWaxBnI/AAAAAAAAANY/OUhqnjRAk_E/s72-c/bf0e953e74e207259fa96facc75ffeec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-6948641252617645360</id><published>2008-11-12T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:17:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless knowledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still got nothing to rant about so heres some useless knowledge instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The largest cell in the human body is the female ovum, or egg cell. It is about 1/180 inch in diameter. The smallest cell in the human body is the male sperm. It takes about 175,000 sperm cells to weigh as much as a single egg cell. Hence, even in the beginning, women have more substance than men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A female ferret will    die if it goes into heat and cannot find a mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On average, 12    newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily! (That explains a few    mysteries....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The original name for    butterfly was flutterby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Charlie Chaplin once    won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chewing gum while    peeling onions will keep you from crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Guinness Book of    Records holds the record for being the book most often stolen from public    libraries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Astronauts are not    allowed to eat beans before they go into space because passing wind in a    spacesuit damages them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A dragonfly has a life    span of 24 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A goldfish has a    memory span of three seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A snail can sleep for    three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rubber bands last    longer when refrigerated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Women blink nearly    twice as much as men&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/2661416924526516593-6948641252617645360?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/6948641252617645360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=6948641252617645360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6948641252617645360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/6948641252617645360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/useless-knowledge.html' title='Useless knowledge'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7443073602630004431</id><published>2008-11-11T15:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:20:23.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>scary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The halloween's over and the yuletide seasons just around the corner... but Im still into my scary pics obsession and because i've nothing to rant about... so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedctraveler.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/scary-guy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.thedctraveler.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/scary-guy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gollums long lost brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://deathicide.com/e107_plugins/autogallery/Gallery/ArtsAndDemons/A_Scary_Dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 392px;" src="http://deathicide.com/e107_plugins/autogallery/Gallery/ArtsAndDemons/A_Scary_Dude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be sure you're looking in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/555/555783/the-grudge-20041015042849879-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/555/555783/the-grudge-20041015042849879-000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horrorblood.com/ju-on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 355px;" src="http://www.horrorblood.com/ju-on.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohhhhh her I like... oya!! oya!!! oya!!!&lt;br /&gt;Japanese horror movies are scary. watched the original version of the ring and&lt;br /&gt;the part when the "momo" emerge from the tv... SCARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.liderdigital.com/imagenes/noticias/foto2/Exorcist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 361px;" src="http://www.liderdigital.com/imagenes/noticias/foto2/Exorcist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course... the exorcist... should be included in every scary pics list. Isnt she a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://animoscrypt.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/exorcist003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 314px;" src="http://animoscrypt.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/exorcist003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but this one is a bit more scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Id have loved to put Michael Jackson coz hes really scary.. but.. hooohum...boring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-7443073602630004431?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7443073602630004431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7443073602630004431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7443073602630004431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7443073602630004431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/scary.html' title='scary?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5584735877096417898</id><published>2008-11-06T11:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:15:02.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Ironic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRfZnC-ukjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lw6qenf54rw/s1600-h/pic65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRfZnC-ukjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lw6qenf54rw/s320/pic65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266917554071179826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The picture has nothing to do with the post I just like it coz its scary. and I like it near the other scary pic. BOW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I accompanied my friend to the hospital days ago to have her baby checked..as we were waiting, for like ages for her number to be called I entertained myself at looking around the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just beside the pedia clinic was an infertility clinic. And there in that place, couples who has problems having a baby merge with the couples that were happily cradling their baby. How ironic. I mean why place these two clinics beside each other? To let the infertile couple realize what they're missing and feel more miserable than it already is? To have the fertile couple flaunt their baby to the infertile couple? Oh well, maybe they have a medical reason behind that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p mce_=""  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, days ago I was on my way to the office on this jeep and unfortunately for me I happen to ride one where the driver thinks he owns the road. And, as they usually do, this driver stops at the middle of the road and picks up passengers and clearly he was causing traffic. So one of the passengers pointed out that he was an idiot. I thought... this is it! finally someone who shares my view on drivers like this.. we could tell this driver that he was an undisciplined a-hole together.. So i took off my glasses (coz i can't think well with those on, dont know why, but its adding to my growing list, confirming that something is wrong with me mentally, of hated things) and started to speak... but stopped... and remembered that I was kinda far from the driver so id  have to shout PLUS  I was still sick... still had this clogged nose and if I try to speak it might come out different and the other passengers instead of joining us, might start laughing... So I stopped myself before any damaged be done and amused myself on the little girl instead, who went crazy and started shouting BEACH!! BEACH!! and wondered... Why do they do that?? evertime they see a body of water... everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-5584735877096417898?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5584735877096417898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5584735877096417898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5584735877096417898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5584735877096417898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/ironic.html' title='Ironic?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRfZnC-ukjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lw6qenf54rw/s72-c/pic65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-160290819449969592</id><published>2008-11-06T11:17:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:14:17.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raving lunatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Bloodlust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.creativeemotion.com/images/digital/images/bloodlust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 264px;" src="http://www.creativeemotion.com/images/digital/images/bloodlust.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The purging of the Jews by Hitler. A 14 year old Iraqi girl being raped by American soldiers while her parents and sister are gunned down. The rape and killing of children aged 14 to 12 in India, least I forget, they were chopped to pieces and thrown in the sewers after.The bombings at Bali, Baghdad and other places where it's almost on an every other day basis. Teenage boys going on a shooting rampage at schools like the Virginia Tech shooting, killing 33 including the shooter, the beheaded construction workers and soldiers at Mindanao...everywhere else in the world someone loses a loved one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days ago I watched Blood Diamond.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah yeah old movie I know.)&lt;/span&gt; The movie was good but I find it depressing. I find it sad that in reality those things happen. Children being exploited, brainwashed to believe in something that's still too huge for them to comprehend, that killing is right, that what they are doing is freeing their enslaved country. I cannot argue over one's dogma or the belief of a country but still, why use children to fight a mans war?A lot of lives lost, women being raped. It's like were not human anymore, more like monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Death comes to everyone, I just don't get it why some had to die brutally and it makes me ask... "Where is God in all this?" I don't question God's existence. I know there is one, looking on and maybe even wondering what had become of his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say things happen for a reason, that's another thing I can't quite understand. Are we put into this world to be victims? are we some kind of cattle being hand picked? Who's gonna be eaten next! Are other people meant to die in a brutal way? Like in the holocaust or the Rwanda Genocide? Would you believe t&lt;span style=""&gt;he average life span of a Sierra Leonean (West Africa) is 38 years for men and 42 years for women. Are those&lt;/span&gt; to be examples for us still living? We are fortunate to be breathing, living in our cozy little homes with our loved ones, enjoying the company of friends, drinking our lattes, or bickering at little things that didn't go our way while others are being raped, mutilated, enslaved, beheaded.I don't think that we'll ever learn from the past or the present, if we do, then why are there still too many blood being spilled? Are we just blood thirsty beings by nature? war freaks? like there's no sense in our lives if we don't butcher each other? What a sick sick world we live in then.. makes you want to think that maybe, just maybe we all deserve to die.. how sad.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It reminded me of this article I read that we are the true martians. Indeed maybe we are because in the 5,000 years of recorded history there has only been 27 years of peace. Out of the 22,000 days from 1945 to 2005 there has only been 26 days of peace. I doubt that another day will be added to that 26 days what with the wars in Iraq, Afghanistan and other parts of the world. It's sad to know that we are capable of destroying one another, that we can't seem to have our fill of wars. That we always seem to find something to fight about, that we are capable of such horrors. Maybe one day all these wars will end because there will be no more human beings left to wage war on. New weapons aim to be more destructive so I guess that'll wipe us all in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the author said in his ending. "Welcome to Mars. Which war do you want to fight first?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-160290819449969592?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/160290819449969592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=160290819449969592' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/160290819449969592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/160290819449969592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloodlust.html' title='Bloodlust'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3394113663443343428</id><published>2008-11-06T11:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:13:08.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>beauty = torture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRKIf0xtirI/AAAAAAAAANA/ssMem2adoDo/s1600-h/Beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRKIf0xtirI/AAAAAAAAANA/ssMem2adoDo/s320/Beauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265420994674002610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beauty=Torture. Coz that's what really happens when you want to have underarm wax, or any other kind of waxing, facials, underarm bleaching... its like your being tortured, you can't help but wonder "Did I just go back in time? Am I in the middle ages being put into one of those torture devices plus the gadgets prodding into your face?" It's like the attendants there are mocking you saying "hey this is the price you pay for trying to improve your appearance. Can't forget the time I had underarm wax.... OUCH!!! I wanted to punch the attendant for pulling too slow... read: WAAAAAYYYY too slow, made me wonder, did I do something to this girl in the past life or something?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-3394113663443343428?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3394113663443343428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3394113663443343428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3394113663443343428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3394113663443343428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-torture.html' title='beauty = torture?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRKIf0xtirI/AAAAAAAAANA/ssMem2adoDo/s72-c/Beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8391651170320807692</id><published>2008-11-05T19:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:12:16.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.thestate.com/bradwarthensblog/images/2008/01/26/obama_victory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 250px;" src="http://blogs.thestate.com/bradwarthensblog/images/2008/01/26/obama_victory.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just found out how really lame I really am and how a major weeper I am. Barack Obama's victory speech just made me cry(?). Especially the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America. blah blah blah etc., etc., etc. It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as if im an american...wala lang feel ko lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Actually I did an Obama post coz everybody else was doing it so why not join the bandwagon. right? nyahahahaha...Oh and by the way just thought id share that I like his name... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barack. &lt;/span&gt;Makes me think of someone strong (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine it being said by James Earl Jones aka Mufasa-Simba's father in Lion King&lt;/span&gt;) Its like its in the same wavelenght Mufasa. Barack.  Now for the last name, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;.. well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehehehe&lt;/span&gt; when I first heard it I was like "is he some kind of relative of Osama bin laden?" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, I know lame.. tell me about it&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh well a change has come to America indeed... wonder what's in store.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-8391651170320807692?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8391651170320807692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8391651170320807692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8391651170320807692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8391651170320807692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-obama.html' title='Barack Obama'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2883794800542680139</id><published>2008-11-05T10:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:09:34.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raving lunatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>then what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRFYGDt44QI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JuQ7R5T9On4/s1600-h/_The_little_bored_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRFYGDt44QI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JuQ7R5T9On4/s320/_The_little_bored_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265086300473057538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then what? thats the question one should ask everytime you've accomplished a goal or you're attaining for something. Then what? And it should also be what tyrants  ask themselves everytime they go for the world- domination dream. Then what? invade the universe? Then what? be God? Then what? kill everybody? Then what? What if there's no more left to kill or to dominate? Then what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You like this girl/boy. Then what? You court him/her. Then what? He/she says yes. Then what? you become a couple, you say lovey dovey things to each other. Then what? you got her pregnant and you get married? Then what? Then somewhere along the path of marriedhood you say... I shouldn't have been married yet i've still tons to enjoy. Then what? You separate? Then what? You find someone new? Then what? Lets say you did enjoy being married you both get old. Then what? you enjoy life. Then what? You die. Then what? .... nothing more? You're dead already what more is there? Is there any sense in this post? I don't think so so I guess I better shut up already.&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/2661416924526516593-2883794800542680139?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2883794800542680139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2883794800542680139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2883794800542680139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2883794800542680139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/then-what.html' title='then what?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRFYGDt44QI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JuQ7R5T9On4/s72-c/_The_little_bored_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-3541898081325835937</id><published>2008-11-04T09:41:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:07:37.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>secret no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because i've got nothing new to blog about, and because i've practically finished reading almost all the post over at Noisy, Noisy man's blog (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes that blog again&lt;/span&gt;), plus looking over the links and finding out other great blogs where I wished, teary eyed that I could be that good (and least I be branded a blogstalker and be banned) I'm just gonna post these postcards from &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;postsecret&lt;/a&gt; that I find interesting, funny, sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and at some point in my life (so far) I could relate to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBkfa6tAmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YyPKhnSpCxc/s1600-h/youlearn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBkfa6tAmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YyPKhnSpCxc/s320/youlearn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264818455360373346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBkIkZ5GGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/G1Q0HyMc3gY/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBkIkZ5GGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/G1Q0HyMc3gY/s320/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264818062770116706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj9eWW-aI/AAAAAAAAAL4/df9BGl_Xj3c/s1600-h/torture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj9eWW-aI/AAAAAAAAAL4/df9BGl_Xj3c/s320/torture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817872166123938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I actually wished I could do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj9JUFGvI/AAAAAAAAALw/myHX6XCjjmg/s1600-h/today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj9JUFGvI/AAAAAAAAALw/myHX6XCjjmg/s320/today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817866519419634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj9AiKTQI/AAAAAAAAALo/dHtiRLJijUQ/s1600-h/therapists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj9AiKTQI/AAAAAAAAALo/dHtiRLJijUQ/s320/therapists.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817864162561282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj89ncn_I/AAAAAAAAALg/VpOfe15ngsk/s1600-h/sweetheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj89ncn_I/AAAAAAAAALg/VpOfe15ngsk/s320/sweetheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817863379427314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj8zQHjMI/AAAAAAAAALY/AwUBpTyGrYQ/s1600-h/smile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBj8zQHjMI/AAAAAAAAALY/AwUBpTyGrYQ/s320/smile2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817860597222594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjjrusB-I/AAAAAAAAALI/kL76t1UpHUs/s1600-h/rope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjjrusB-I/AAAAAAAAALI/kL76t1UpHUs/s320/rope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817429081229282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Should be "everytime I see a piece of rope, I wonder how it would look on man-eating whore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjjmS_80I/AAAAAAAAALA/nHk8Uk5tN_E/s1600-h/lovewedeserve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjjmS_80I/AAAAAAAAALA/nHk8Uk5tN_E/s320/lovewedeserve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817427622916930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjAEU70SI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yyi9jJsF6_o/s1600-h/falloutgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjAEU70SI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yyi9jJsF6_o/s320/falloutgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816817208807714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjj3GHc2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0YOBYVDUHsw/s1600-h/shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjj3GHc2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0YOBYVDUHsw/s320/shame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817432132285282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjjexp8HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Eia23VX--tI/s1600-h/lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjjexp8HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Eia23VX--tI/s320/lazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817425604014194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjjWZI2LI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QP2FQz_SyyE/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjjWZI2LI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QP2FQz_SyyE/s320/jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817423353698482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBm72QvD-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/JypNKHsGPeA/s1600-h/hear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBm72QvD-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/JypNKHsGPeA/s320/hear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264821142760132578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBibkRN_XI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eHSUzR30Z0o/s1600-h/complicated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBibkRN_XI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eHSUzR30Z0o/s320/complicated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816190127996274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjAYJpFLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1slssw3aifE/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjAYJpFLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1slssw3aifE/s320/green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816822530151602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBi_-wpL8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Znjcwe5ldBA/s1600-h/explode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBi_-wpL8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Znjcwe5ldBA/s320/explode.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816815714414530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBicFISUVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gm7le7g2efQ/s1600-h/EXCITED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBicFISUVI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gm7le7g2efQ/s320/EXCITED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816198948901202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBib5TBgNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vNTFaR55cow/s1600-h/easier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBib5TBgNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vNTFaR55cow/s320/easier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816195772711122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBoD-0sBqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MUGgpdkzDhA/s1600-h/die.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBoD-0sBqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MUGgpdkzDhA/s320/die.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264822382008993442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I really do wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjAF7S9JI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OnCvSwd33w0/s1600-h/grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBjAF7S9JI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OnCvSwd33w0/s320/grave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816817638143122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBibb7axTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3bx11FBB-0k/s1600-h/cellmate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBibb7axTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3bx11FBB-0k/s320/cellmate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816187889075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBh2o-arBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sHT9i_HjEzw/s1600-h/bail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBh2o-arBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sHT9i_HjEzw/s320/bail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264815555736153106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Revenge is a dish best served cold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-3541898081325835937?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3541898081325835937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=3541898081325835937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3541898081325835937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/3541898081325835937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/secret-no-more.html' title='secret no more'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SRBkfa6tAmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YyPKhnSpCxc/s72-c/youlearn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-2921519937810698166</id><published>2008-11-02T18:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:06:18.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>when you love someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To all those who love but cant understand why....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/E4q8y_dzj4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/E4q8y_dzj4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/marilynk/music/3jAEV7Fy/%20bryan_adams_when_you_love_someone/"&gt;When You Love Someone - Bryan Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;You'll do all the crazy things that you can't explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll shoot the moon&lt;br /&gt;Put out the sun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You'll deny the truth&lt;br /&gt;Believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;There'll be times that you'll believe you can really fly&lt;br /&gt;But your lonely nights have just begun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You feel it deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And nothin' else could ever change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want someone&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You'll sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;You'd give it everything you got&lt;br /&gt;And you won't think twice&lt;br /&gt;You'd risk it all&lt;br /&gt;No matter what may come&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You'll shoot the moon&lt;br /&gt;Put out the sun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its not like this song can answer it all.. I just like the lyrics. (I actually find this song cheesy way back, but when I got lovestruck (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eek&lt;/span&gt;)I suddenly found myself liking the song. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeez!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-2921519937810698166?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2921519937810698166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=2921519937810698166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2921519937810698166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/2921519937810698166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-love-someone.html' title='when you love someone'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-9056856906932648029</id><published>2008-11-01T18:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:04:51.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survivor Gabon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality show'/><title type='text'>Survivor Gabon's Marcus Lehman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does Survivor Gabon's  Marcus Lehman looks like a younger version of Paul Newman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQw0FDY7G7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Wspkn0mciX0/s1600-h/marcus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQw0FDY7G7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Wspkn0mciX0/s320/marcus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263639325903100850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQw0FAJfLsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jXyY95L_fDA/s1600-h/paul_newman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQw0FAJfLsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jXyY95L_fDA/s320/paul_newman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263639325033049794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunk hunk hunk....&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/2661416924526516593-9056856906932648029?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/9056856906932648029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=9056856906932648029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/9056856906932648029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/9056856906932648029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/11/survivor-gabons-marcus-lehman.html' title='Survivor Gabon&apos;s Marcus Lehman'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQw0FDY7G7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/Wspkn0mciX0/s72-c/marcus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7833732195125019884</id><published>2008-10-31T16:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:02:39.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hodgepodge'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attending any costume party? Hope you get inspiration from these....The horror! the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrUCampkUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JfWZbTFuir0/s1600-h/1916_7214587418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrUCampkUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JfWZbTFuir0/s320/1916_7214587418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263252252502102338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first look couldn't tell who it was and wondered what a picture of a policeman doing amid celebrities..and Oh!! Oh its Sting from the Police hence the costume. (duh) Any moment now hes gonna strip his clothes (Full Monty here I come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrWEWICt2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Zf_9GZb3YmY/s1600-h/4816_5107693600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrWEWICt2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Zf_9GZb3YmY/s320/4816_5107693600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263254484682979170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chaka Khan is now singing Mr. Roboto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrT2S6lI7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/bOezD7e0TYA/s1600-h/9876_10182802946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrT2S6lI7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/bOezD7e0TYA/s320/9876_10182802946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263252044279784370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vogue editor Anna Wintour about ready to ram anyone who gets in her way. (Inspiration from that dress taken from this guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mocsi.org/gifs/images/mosci/RamCollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.mocsi.org/gifs/images/mosci/RamCollar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrZ_H3NbpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cT9QS7ilfKo/s1600-h/909_3380084374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrZ_H3NbpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cT9QS7ilfKo/s320/909_3380084374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263258793001447058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tori Amos just about ready for an intergalactic mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrT2F0cDFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I5A0kn9Q3Bg/s1600-h/8209_5822526614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrT2F0cDFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I5A0kn9Q3Bg/s320/8209_5822526614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263252040764361810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Designer Vivienne Westwood... Now this one will surely get the attention of everyone. Scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2661416924526516593-7833732195125019884?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7833732195125019884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7833732195125019884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7833732195125019884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7833732195125019884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQrUCampkUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JfWZbTFuir0/s72-c/1916_7214587418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-5845754441403036251</id><published>2008-10-28T18:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:02:44.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>to burn or not to burn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQ-9S1OCekI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Eb_ucE2O0wU/s1600-h/Kill_Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQ-9S1OCekI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Eb_ucE2O0wU/s320/Kill_Bill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264634620640655938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.... that is the question Princess Sarah is now asking herself... and us.. to burn the secs video she managed to bluetooth to her cellphone (which ended up broken after they had a squabble) or to delete it and not go for the revenge option. What we say? keep it for future use... actually we're into the blackmail thing but of course she could get into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I guess that's how some secs scandals end up in the net. Because some jilted girl wants her fill of blood. Some kind of consolation maybe for the hurt shes been going through. But is it really a good option? It's usually, brokenhearted + revenge = disaster. I don't really know of any story where getting even ended up well (hmmmm how bout The count of Monte Cristo? Treasure hunting anyone?) Do you know of any successful revenge story? I'd like to hear one just so I can believe that those things really does work.&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/2661416924526516593-5845754441403036251?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/5845754441403036251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=5845754441403036251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5845754441403036251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/5845754441403036251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-burn-or-not-to-burn.html' title='to burn or not to burn?'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQ-9S1OCekI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Eb_ucE2O0wU/s72-c/Kill_Bill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-7946653100130227797</id><published>2008-10-27T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:59:55.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samahan ng mga bigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellowship of the dumped'/><title type='text'>princess sarah and the sex video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpapergate.com/data/media/1847/Marilyn_Monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.wallpapergate.com/data/media/1847/Marilyn_Monroe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princes sarah started hanging out with us when some friends at the bank asked that we tag her along. Only 23 years old, tall, pretty, has a nice figure and recently dumped by her live in partner of 1 year and a half. She pays the rent, gives cash to the guy eventhough the guy has a job. Guys family leaves with them. Today she called, crying. What happened? after 6 month of separation she went to their rented place to visit the mother, which we think was only an alibi, who she wanted to visit was actually Mr. beater(yep a frustrated boxer, he doesnt really make a punching bag out of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, hes still on the early stage of gripping/hair pulling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; hair pulling?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When she got to their place, Mr beater checked her cellphone and asked if she was seeing someone else and where she has been going lately blah blah bah blah.. when Mr. Beater went to the loo she gets the guys phone, scans it and Lo and behold!!... a steamy sex video. (Yep, this doesnt get any better right?)And what makes it even more steamy is its a show between Mr. Beater and his co-worker. Not just a co-worker but head of his department. First thing that came into Princess Sarahs mind?.... Yes maam, the heavens are smiling down on me... revenge is sweet....&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/2661416924526516593-7946653100130227797?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7946653100130227797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=7946653100130227797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7946653100130227797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/7946653100130227797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/10/princess-sarah-and-sex-video.html' title='princess sarah and the sex video'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-8494454130123652369</id><published>2008-10-26T18:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:53:49.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raving lunatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQXY_tNyLWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mYF3LstjjD4/s1600-h/tagging+along.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQXY_tNyLWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mYF3LstjjD4/s320/tagging+along.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261850328633060706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking home after an early taebo session there was this woman ahead of me. I was behind her for like 15 mins till I decided to pass her... I wasn't enjoying "lagging" behind. Then it hit me. Its like life... (actually I compared it to my situation with man eating whore) You can't always be behind someone. At some point in your life you've got to get ahead and quit living behind things that are slowly eating you out. It's a choice really... either you stay trailing behind or walk fast and be ahead. I cannot be forever paranoid or forever be under the (stupid) notion that im in some kind of competation with her. Then I remember this line from a very common prose thats always been a nice read for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself."  &lt;/strong&gt;I guess i'll just have to keep that in mind then. And anyway it's not like man-eating whore is some kind of wonderwoman that I should be insecure about... darn it!! to start with shes fugly and.. shes a whore.. .thats just it really, she's a fugly whore who can't respect her own relationship let alone respect others. A person who can't get enough of one person and needs tons just so she can tell herself she's someone special. (Do I sound bitter again? and maybe even a hint of insecurity? I just sound like it but im not! HONEST!!!Cross my heart and hope she dies... oopppsss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661416924526516593-8494454130123652369?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8494454130123652369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=8494454130123652369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8494454130123652369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/8494454130123652369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-another-day.html' title='just another day'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQXY_tNyLWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mYF3LstjjD4/s72-c/tagging+along.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-172012231669370232</id><published>2008-10-25T16:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:05:20.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>king of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1OGuxjALMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1OGuxjALMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a little black spot on the sun today&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old thing as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;There's a black hat caught in a high tree top&lt;br /&gt;There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stood here before inside the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;With the world turning circles running 'round my brain&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign&lt;br /&gt;But it's my destiny to be the king of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall&lt;br /&gt;That's my soul up there&lt;br /&gt;There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;That's my soul up there&lt;br /&gt;There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb&lt;br /&gt;That's my soul up there&lt;br /&gt;There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stood here before inside the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;With the world turning circles running 'round my brain&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign&lt;br /&gt;But it's my destiny to be the king of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out&lt;br /&gt;There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed&lt;br /&gt;There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack&lt;br /&gt;There's a black-winged gull with a broken back&lt;br /&gt;There's a little black spot on the sun today&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old thing as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stood here before inside the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;With the world turning circles running 'round my brain&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign&lt;br /&gt;But it's my destiny to be the king of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be queen of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be queen of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know the deeper meaning of this song, all I know is I can relate to the words "king of pain". Oh wait didnt I just say that I'll quit this emo shit already? Oh well I guess old habits are hard to break. Or is it old habits die hard? whatever! oh oh but wait, didn't I also say that I've got till the end of the month to be emo? wheeee i've got few more days left to be emo... happy happy joy joy (boy miss ren and stimpy).&lt;/i&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/2661416924526516593-172012231669370232?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/172012231669370232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=172012231669370232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/172012231669370232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/172012231669370232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/10/king-of-pain.html' title='king of pain'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4578811934026343818</id><published>2008-10-24T22:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:43:23.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emocrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>last hurrah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any time now im gonna be having my period. Coz im extra emotional and cry at the silliest thing. So here is another emo post (that I probably already said over the last post.. but ill say it again anyway) Oh and i'm thinking this should be my last hurrah!!! at being so emotional (to the point of "it" becoming my obsession) I was over at Tristan's blog (tristan tales) (feeling close ang lola mo) and he posted this song that kinda made me realize(?) "Make it mine" plus as he says emo is getting tiring =D So here's my last hurrah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQHbsbCQXII/AAAAAAAAAGI/Khwt9UczuC4/s1600-h/Fallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQHbsbCQXII/AAAAAAAAAGI/Khwt9UczuC4/s320/Fallen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260727395963395202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't think I'll ever be the same or feel the same again. I fear that I will always have these insecurities. I have no one to blame for this but me.  I keep thinking what the two of them were talking about, the plans they had, their love for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I want to go away to be alone, to just think but for some twisted reason, the only place I can think of is being at their place. Which is kinda funny in a mocking sort of way. Why that place? It’s where the girls from. It’s where he went to meet her those months he left me. They have happy memories there. Why there? why why why???? (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;uhmm duh? coz youre stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am gathering strength. I'm thinking after he finishes his exam. After ive fulfilled my self-imposed servitude I will have to say goodbye… because he won’t marry me at all. I think the idea never even crossed his mind, but then that man-eating whore came along. I guess I just have to settle with the reality that I did have my one great love but we didn’t end up together because I was never enough. I’ll have to be that girl he left to be with his one great love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a bad person. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not to mention dense!! for not stoping yourself from having another emo post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;) I am disappointed with myself. I love him so much that I’ve turned my back on people that loves me more than he will ever love me. And the sad sad part is, I’m aware of it yet I don’t do anything. I continue to love him despite what he did and I continue to ignore the people who loves me. How sick is that? Its only now that I realize that no matter how many good values your parents instilled in you it won't help. That "don't do unto others thing isnt true. Because no matter how kind you'll be,how good, how caring, how understanding it can never save you from being heartbroken. The one person you trust the most, love the most and the least you'd expect to hurt you will hurt you and it will hurt so bad. And the clincher is? (on my part) I still chose to be with him. No matter how massive the hurt was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is this suppose to be love? When you hurt so much and still you forgive, is it love? Did I really forgive when I'm still having a hard time forgetting? Forgetting the insults I got from the girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who would want to be with me? A pathetic person who's hating herself just because the person she loved the most cheated on her. Im thinking someday,when he leaves me again to be with her, they'll have a really nice wedding. He will be happy because he'll be with the girl he chose to love forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... enough with the emo crap.... its getting tiring and awfully boring the shit out of me. Oh wait maybe i'll be emo til the end of the month. On the day of the dead thats when ill bury this emo crap and re-live my life to be "less" emotionally sloppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661416924526516593-4578811934026343818?l=theemoslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4578811934026343818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2661416924526516593&amp;postID=4578811934026343818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4578811934026343818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661416924526516593/posts/default/4578811934026343818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemoslut.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-hurrah.html' title='last hurrah!!'/><author><name>Emotionally Sloppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02505218886426702759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SMN3ESx5X-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtIABUG_izM/S220/Pisces_by_pegacorn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SQHbsbCQXII/AAAAAAAAAGI/Khwt9UczuC4/s72-c/Fallen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661416924526516593.post-4114696239424022524</id><published>2008-10-22T14:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:12:39.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raving lunatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>i'm an emotional mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SP7dkWiStuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oHWlGBDyLdk/s1600-h/Forever+lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_joQFXudz_yg/SP7dkWiStuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oHWlGBDyLdk/s320/Forever+lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259885031409759970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAUTION: This is an emo post.and full of self pity crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I truly feel. Everyday I feel like a bit of me dies. I know I should just be happy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should I really?&lt;/span&gt;) I wanted him back, hes back what more do I want? Thing is, I don't know anymore if this is really what I want. Our relationships tainted it can't be what it was then. My mind tells me its over we cant patch things up but my heart is saying "give it another try". I can feel hes sincerity I want to believe and fall all over again but I can't (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not right now I guess&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've been feeling really.. I don't know.. blue? sad? bothered? pissed? paranoid maybe? I can't seem to get the man-eating whore out of my mind. I want to reach out(reach out? God where do I get words like this?)to her and tell her that what she did was just not right.(duh?!! as if she wasn't aware of it!) Im not a religious person but since this shit happened to me i've been going to church and asking God for guidance (coz clearly I need it. I cant think rationally.Think i'm desperate? I am.) What the hell is the matter with me anyway? Mr Heartbreaker semi-dumped me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why semi? coz he said he wanted space but continued to pester me all throughout the 4 months of hell. Actually by the 2nd month of still communicating I figured what the hell lets get into this mud pit together. No use ignoring your calls and texts coz deep inside I was waiting for them&lt;/span&gt;) Then he returns.. of course any girl with a brain would say FUCK OFF you ASSHOLE!! DIE!!!! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get the knife you've been keeping with you in case you see him&lt;/span&gt;) and stab the living shit out of him. Well just so happened that i'm the stupidest girl there is. So when he decided to return I was happy and embraced him wholeheartedly. Only after couple of days I noticed that I couldn't get the man-eating whore out of my mind. Plus the paranoia that Ok any moment now hes gonna leave and go to man-eating whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. heartbreaker, so far is all good and loving (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever the hell that means&lt;/span&gt;) hes been kind (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so far)&lt;/span&gt; BUT (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes the but again&lt;/span&gt;) I don't trust my judgment too much to believe. Again, any self respecting person, would have known that if you cant trust your judgment anymore then it would be wise to leave. And again, since i've lost all my self respect doing the break up hell drama I cant get myself to leave. So I'm still in it. Getting comfortable with the idea that this is just temporary and anytime soon its bye bye you ignorant little twit, twas good using you as a doormat. Nothing better than a willing slave. oh joy YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok It may seem that im enjoying this stupidity but really, sometimes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well most of the time&lt;/span&gt;) I hate where i'm in, and i'm disappointed at myself for settling to be like this. Most of the time i'd rather I just die (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whhoooot!! dying for love how lame can I be?&lt;/span&gt;) I'm disappointed at myself because I never thought that I would be this stupid and this weak. That just because this love crap happened im thinking that dying would be a bliss. Coz then I wouldn't be felling insecure (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes im disgusted to say this but I'm insecure over man-eating whore&lt;/span&gt;). Id rather I die so I wouldn't be felling like shit, my parents and friends would stop seeing me making a fool of myself.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anytime now I'll be writing to Noisy noisy mans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blog.ademagnaye.com/2008/10/05/down-the-highway-an-advice-column-for-emos-10/"&gt;Down the Highway&lt;/a&gt;). That's why I admire people like E (&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://the-chronicles-of-e.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chronicles of E&lt;/a&gt;) hes been through a lot of shit, seen a lot of shit but still he has this zest for life, a will to enjoy his life. Me? I'm such a weak self proclaimed bitch it sucks being me. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So you can all stop reading this blog now coz really its friggin depressing&lt;/span&gt;) and the stupid stupid thing is, maybe im just being paranoid about all this, Maybe he really is back for good. I'm crazy. 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