<?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-10789298</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:38:52.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drama_queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-2424766260564199779</id><published>2007-11-21T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:41:59.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Gaurdian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/bg/ygatrja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/bg/ygatrja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/bg/ygatrja.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is my favorite song Nov. 2007. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sing it for me please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I see your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears &lt;strong&gt;r u n&lt;/strong&gt; down my face I can't &lt;em&gt;replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm stronger I've &lt;em&gt;figured out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns &lt;strong&gt;c o l d &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;b r e a k s &lt;/strong&gt;through my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find &lt;em&gt;deep inside&lt;/em&gt; me I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will never let you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be &lt;em&gt;there for you&lt;/em&gt; through it &lt;strong&gt;a l l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if &lt;em&gt;saving you&lt;/em&gt; sends me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's okay... It's okay... It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are &lt;em&gt;crashing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;s t a r s &lt;/strong&gt;are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow &lt;em&gt;longer&lt;/em&gt; and nights grow &lt;em&gt;shorter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I can show you I'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will never let you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be &lt;em&gt;there for you&lt;/em&gt; through it &lt;strong&gt;a l l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if &lt;em&gt;saving you&lt;/em&gt; sends me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cuz you're &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;, you're &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my true love, my whole heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay,&lt;em&gt; stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Use me as you &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just for a thrill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know I'll be ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will never let you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be &lt;em&gt;there for you&lt;/em&gt; through it &lt;strong&gt;a l l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if &lt;em&gt;saving you&lt;/em&gt; sends me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heaven...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-2424766260564199779?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2424766260564199779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=2424766260564199779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2424766260564199779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2424766260564199779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-gaurdian-angel-red-jumpsuit.html' title='Your Gaurdian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/bg/th_ygatrja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-2550039433545582347</id><published>2007-11-21T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:28:02.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am inlove with coffee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/R0Ug4x0CsDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uJfS5mfIK50/s1600-h/addiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135547109902299186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/R0Ug4x0CsDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uJfS5mfIK50/s400/addiction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I lalalooove &lt;em&gt;coffee&lt;/em&gt;, I made this. Weee! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Raspberry coffee. Caramel! Ice Coffee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-2550039433545582347?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2550039433545582347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=2550039433545582347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2550039433545582347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2550039433545582347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-inlove-with-coffee.html' title='I am inlove with coffee!'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/R0Ug4x0CsDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uJfS5mfIK50/s72-c/addiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-3514719763894891452</id><published>2007-09-10T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:38:47.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ever spin around in circles until you got so dizzy you fell?:&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. But I almost did once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most comfortable thing you own?:&lt;br /&gt;A pillow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one. It's really hot here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take for you to take a shower?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. 20 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stolen a sign from a street?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you were thinking about?:&lt;br /&gt;Dont know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your MIDDLE name, what would it be?:&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the moon out right now?:&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the heaviest thing you own, besides a car?:&lt;br /&gt;My bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live on your own?:&lt;br /&gt;Not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's car were you in last?:&lt;br /&gt;Family car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your relationship status?:&lt;br /&gt;Single. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to ever kiss you?:&lt;br /&gt;Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you held hands with someone?:&lt;br /&gt;The other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush/like someone right now?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I have many..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished upon a star for a certain someone?:&lt;br /&gt;That's so cheesy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the weirdest moment with you and your bf/gf?:&lt;br /&gt;Uhm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love even real to you?:&lt;br /&gt;I guess. It just didn't come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm up near a fire or cuddle under the stars?:&lt;br /&gt;Warm up near a fire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the person you regret being/doing something with the most?:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most romantic: flowers or chocolate?:&lt;br /&gt;Flowers. But I prefer chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If single... are you lookin around?:&lt;br /&gt;I guess. Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If taken... are you happy?:&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like being around a large group of friends, or two best friends?:&lt;br /&gt;Either. I can have fun either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one of your weird quirks that nobody really understands?:&lt;br /&gt;Dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought about why grass is green?:&lt;br /&gt;Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you build a detailed sand castle?:&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever bit someone else's tongue?:&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tackled someone to the ground?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one of your favorite possessions?:&lt;br /&gt;My phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to sleep?:&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your bed comfortable?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most awkward thing that happened to you in public this month?:&lt;br /&gt;When the teacher was waiting for me to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person that freaked you out?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to compliment you?:&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your purse/backpack/other(pockets, wallet...)?:&lt;br /&gt;My things. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like life will be easier when you're older, or harder?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,I just hope it's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come macaroni and cheese is so good?:&lt;br /&gt;The cheese is yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is pink the new black?:&lt;br /&gt;No. Black is forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thought made you cry last?:&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember.&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/10789298-3514719763894891452?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3514719763894891452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=3514719763894891452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/3514719763894891452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/3514719763894891452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/09/survey-3.html' title='Survey 3'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-3656475364643832448</id><published>2007-09-10T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:23:53.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. do you have a subscription to seventeen magazine?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what did you have for dinner yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. Hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. are you so sick of love songs?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;I dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. do you like working there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever been to hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. would you like to go someday?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. are your parents home?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;8:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. do you write in cursive?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. would you ever go on a reality show?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. are you an icon collector?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what is your favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Cookies and cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. who's home were you at last, besides your own?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. Faith's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. are you a fan of horror movies?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I love comedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. do you eat quickly?&lt;br /&gt;No. I eat really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. have you ever been on a soccer team?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. did you sleep well last night?&lt;br /&gt;I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. is your garage attached to your home?&lt;br /&gt;I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. have you ever participated in an easter egg hunt?&lt;br /&gt;Nuh uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. so, what's your favorite color, punk?&lt;br /&gt;Baby blue,pink and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. you know that last question is from a song, right? which one?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.is it true that we're all a little insane?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. do you write sad poetry?&lt;br /&gt;Once I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. have you ever been to a book signing?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&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/10789298-3656475364643832448?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3656475364643832448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=3656475364643832448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/3656475364643832448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/3656475364643832448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/09/survey-02.html' title='Survey 02'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-7452614424804690239</id><published>2007-09-10T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:14:22.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) Who is the last person you high-&lt;br /&gt;fived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't remember.. My sister I think..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you were drafted into a war,&lt;br /&gt;would you serve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have the body to battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you sleep with the tv on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever wheezed the juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;huh?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahh.. Dont think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever been stung by a bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha. Heck no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How fast can you type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes.. Haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What color are your socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Have you ever made out at a drive-&lt;br /&gt;in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) When is the last time you chose a&lt;br /&gt;bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you knock on wood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you floss daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you wanna Fanta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhm.. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could when I was younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Are you good at keeping secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;depends on what the secret is and who&lt;br /&gt;told me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What do you want for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ipod, new phone, laptop or money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you know the Muffin Man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lives on drury lane right? Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont think so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Who wrote the book of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you wish on your fallen&lt;br /&gt;eyelashes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha. Sometimes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you whiten your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Can you smell what the Rock is&lt;br /&gt;cooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha.. I used to love him in RAW..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Have you ever asked for a pony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha! No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Have you, or would you ever, donate&lt;br /&gt;sperm/eggs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eee no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Can you juggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nuh uh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) If you could enact any new law,&lt;br /&gt;what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask my sister. Daming alam un! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do the chickens have large talons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha.. Dont think so.. I think only&lt;br /&gt;cocks do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) If you had only enough energy left&lt;br /&gt;in you for one last smile, who would&lt;br /&gt;you give it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl in the mirror. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Are you ready to rumble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heck no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Can you count to Schfifty-Five?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you ever been suspended or&lt;br /&gt;expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) How do you spell relief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a bit obvious. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Have you ever crawled through a&lt;br /&gt;window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm.. I think so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you like green eggs and ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-7452614424804690239?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7452614424804690239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=7452614424804690239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/7452614424804690239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/7452614424804690239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/09/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-6676047139563847680</id><published>2007-08-26T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:01:00.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTM: Cycle 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RtFA_-GCrJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/coY80Jm2fXk/s1600-h/wp_antm_cast_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102931320531758226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RtFA_-GCrJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/coY80Jm2fXk/s400/wp_antm_cast_1600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;What can I say, I'm addicted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/10789298-6676047139563847680?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6676047139563847680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=6676047139563847680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/6676047139563847680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/6676047139563847680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/08/antm-cycle-7.html' title='ANTM: Cycle 7'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RtFA_-GCrJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/coY80Jm2fXk/s72-c/wp_antm_cast_1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-1854304111993709647</id><published>2007-08-26T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:52:46.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model: Cycle 7 Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RtE_NuGCrII/AAAAAAAAAG8/Zx20HYWIq-4/s1600-h/caridee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102929357731703938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RtE_NuGCrII/AAAAAAAAAG8/Zx20HYWIq-4/s400/caridee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caridee English!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-1854304111993709647?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1854304111993709647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=1854304111993709647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/1854304111993709647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/1854304111993709647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/08/americas-next-top-model-cycle-7-winner.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model: Cycle 7 Winner'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RtE_NuGCrII/AAAAAAAAAG8/Zx20HYWIq-4/s72-c/caridee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-1066214004450385569</id><published>2007-07-22T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:22:43.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Matter Remix - Akon ft. Nivea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I say I love you sometimes those words dont explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So much you do for me can't picture a day without your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm always seein a kodak moment when you're next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sometimes boy I can't breathe, boy swear you'll never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My love will never change it'll always be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Will always be the same and they can't take that away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We can run away our love will lead the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So we'll just let them hate cause they can't stop us babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it don't matter no, cause I got you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it don't matter no, cause I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause we gon' fight, oh yes we gon' fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Believe we gon' fight, fight for our right to love yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it don't matter no, cause I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I told my mother that I'll be loving you till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And if I had to start over I'd do it all again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And it doesn't matter what anyone has to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause on you I can depend for you are my best friend&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/10789298-1066214004450385569?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1066214004450385569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=1066214004450385569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/1066214004450385569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/1066214004450385569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-matter-remix-akon-ft-nivea.html' title='Don&apos;t Matter Remix - Akon ft. Nivea'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-661871100930751035</id><published>2007-07-22T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:51:04.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;BEAUTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;are you tan?: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you use proactiv?: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you wear make-up daily?: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you shower daily?: YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you go to the tanning bed?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TV AND MOVIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;are you a movie freak?: YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;have you seen over 30 movies? Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you have a show that you MUST watch?: Definately! I can't live without OTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you watch 30+ hours of TV a week?:No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SPORTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you play sports year-round?: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;is soccer cool?: Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you swim?: I'm not very good at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you like to run?: Not really. I'm afraid of tripping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;APPEARANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;do you wish you were tall?: taller? yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;is your shoe size 8?: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;are your eyes blue?: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;is your hair brown?: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;are you wearing jeans at the moment?:Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;THIS SUMMER I HAVE::&lt;br /&gt;[x] broken a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] made a new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] fell out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] went behind your parents back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] cried over a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] disappointed someone close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] hidden a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] pretended to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] got arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] gotten in a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] kept your new years resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] forgot your new years resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] met someone who changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] met one of your idols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] changed your outlook on life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] sat home all day doing nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] pretended to be sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] left the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] almost died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] lost someone close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] gotten closer to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] cried over someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] given up on something/someoneimportant to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] talked on the phone all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] learned something new aboutyourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[ ] tried something you normallywouldn't try, and liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] made a change in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[x] made a total fool of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Where is your brother right now? In Texas. Huhu. I miss him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last time you went swimming? About a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last person you text messaged? Besh ko.&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel right now? I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;What was the highlight of your week?Being given chocolate.. Haha! Pwede ba un?&lt;br /&gt;Who's car were you in last? My parent's car.&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing? Lavender&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you watched? Flushed Away.&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep last night? In my sisters room&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done a Chinese firedrill? No&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have good friends? Totally!&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked toone of your siblings? 5 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;where is your phone? On the table&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you wentshopping? Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have T-Mobile? No&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is: Angie&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous: My hands hands and voice starts to shake&lt;br /&gt;The last song I listened to was:Okay - Nivea&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get married right now mybest man would be: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding: Cheaters.&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award, the first person Iwould tell would be: My mom I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice: What goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing I've bought myself:Hmm.. Hot pink top&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else boughtme: Chocolate!!!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite hair style is: none inparticular&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is: Llamas&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I: am tired&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was: sleeping&lt;br /&gt;If I was an animal I'd be: a bird&lt;br /&gt;A better name for me would be:I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: is a new day! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Today I am: contented&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color(s) is/are : pink, baby blue, white&lt;br /&gt;My heart is: happy and contented.&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/10789298-661871100930751035?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/661871100930751035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=661871100930751035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/661871100930751035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/661871100930751035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/07/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes me wonder'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-2028534103237005012</id><published>2007-07-22T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:32:10.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got you babe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(1)Who did you last go out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Uhm.. Besh ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(2) What do you want to receive on your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*A tour of Europe. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(3) Reach your hand out to the right.What do you touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*fcuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(4) What time did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*10:30 I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(5) What's the wallpaper on yourcomputer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*"In the land of women" poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(6) What can you hear besides thecomputer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Hawaiian music and my mom's voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(7) Do you agree to the saying "to Forgive is to forget"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Depends. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(8) When, where was the last time tearsstarted to roll down your cheek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Sa room, the other day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(9) What/who makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Appreciation for something, my friends, family, chocolate, gifts,sweets and answered prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(10) What makes you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Pag walang nagttxt.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(11) What are your favorite books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Novels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(12) What would you like to have right at this moment which seems totally impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Hindi ba pwedeng "who"? Haha! I'd like a gazillion dollars please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(13) Who will you turn to if you have ahuge probLem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*God and my sister! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(14) What's your favorite song at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Don't matter remix ni Nivea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(15) What was the last song that kept ringing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*ringing on? wtf?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(16) What was the best event thathappened last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Hmm.. Wala. Last year sucked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(17) Where did you go today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(18) Last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(19) Who were you with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*what!? when? where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(20) Have you gone to the beach just w/your buddies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Yup. Once..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(21)Do you love sunsets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(22)When is your b-day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Novemeber 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(23)What are your wishes for your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*If I told you, then it wouldn't come true. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(24)Who do you wanna be w/ on the day of your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*All my friends and my family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(25)Have you ever felt that you've been taken for granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(26) thing/s youregret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Getting implants. Bugger! Haha! Joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(27) Is there anything else you want to do besides answering this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*I wanna fly.. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(28)What's the most important sentence/s that lingers in your mind now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Wtf? Wrong grammer naman toh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(29)cookies n' cream or double dutch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* both! Baxta ice cream is love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(30)Chocolate cake or brazo dem mercedez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Both! Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(33) Do you like spongebob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*I love spongebob! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(34) Do you know how to play the guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Yes. But I'm not that very good at it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(35) Who's the last person you texted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*My besh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(37) KFC or Kenny Rogers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(37)Beach or CAMPING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* BEACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(38) Do you find yourself sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Sure! Wahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(39) Hotdogs or cheesedogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Cheesedogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(40) Do you like Shawarma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*I don't think I've tasted it yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(41)is there someone you're missing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(42)Do you love someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Yeah. But not love love. Not like "boy, you make my heart melt" kinda love. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(43) Where did you go last Friday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Uhm.. I think I went to my dad's office..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-2028534103237005012?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2028534103237005012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=2028534103237005012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2028534103237005012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2028534103237005012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-you-babe.html' title='I got you babe..'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-5173435606260366957</id><published>2007-07-22T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:24:35.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Age: sweet sixteen dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Boyfriend / Girlfriend: fcuk him.fling lang toh! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Chore you hate: all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Essential make up item: all is amust have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Favorite actor: Can't I have morethan one? Adam Brody, at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Gold or silver: Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Hometown: dagupan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Instruments you play: Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Phobia: Rats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Regular drink: water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Secret crush: kea nga secret diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Time you wake up: 10-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Unique habit: none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Vegetable you refuse to eat: Broccoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Worst habit: ewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- X-rays you’ve had: 1 i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Yummy food you make: cheese omelet?Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Zodiac sign: Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last cigarette: Eww. Smoking is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last kiss: Fcuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last good cry: Can't remember. When are cries ever good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last library book checked out:i dont go to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last crush: Last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last phone call: dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last time showered: kanina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last shoes worn: Don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last cd played: Various songs andartists on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last weird encounter: hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last ice cream eaten: ice cream cone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Last poster looked at: Duncan MattewJames poster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-5173435606260366957?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5173435606260366957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=5173435606260366957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5173435606260366957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5173435606260366957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/07/dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-8766825163065045250</id><published>2007-07-10T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:22:31.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AZU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-mrNHFJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4LOQiMqyYjs/s1600-h/173215899_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758713361798290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-mrNHFJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4LOQiMqyYjs/s320/173215899_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-mrNHFKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6mpmo3UXcqA/s1600-h/Listener-240507-149028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758713361798306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-mrNHFKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6mpmo3UXcqA/s320/Listener-240507-149028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-mrNHFLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kAGT5PmAy8U/s1600-h/myheartissmiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758713361798322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-mrNHFLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kAGT5PmAy8U/s320/myheartissmiling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-m7NHFMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/K26ZNlzcQn8/s1600-h/HEARTBEAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085758717656765634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-m7NHFMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/K26ZNlzcQn8/s320/HEARTBEAT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10789298-8766825163065045250?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8766825163065045250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=8766825163065045250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/8766825163065045250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/8766825163065045250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/07/azu.html' title='AZU!'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpQ-mrNHFJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4LOQiMqyYjs/s72-c/173215899_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-3932545273063328295</id><published>2007-07-10T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:57:13.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Land of Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpM6M7NHFII/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qyp1e8Tm9aw/s1600-h/adam_brody1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085472397956945026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpM6M7NHFII/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qyp1e8Tm9aw/s320/adam_brody1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpM6DLNHFHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nQDDCw8rcSA/s1600-h/inthelandofwomen_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085472230453220466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpM6DLNHFHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nQDDCw8rcSA/s400/inthelandofwomen_posterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For as long as he could remember, Carter Webb had been falling in love with women. And for as long as he could remember, he’d been searching for the right one. He found everything he was looking for in Sophia and for a little while he was happy. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. When Carter is dumped by Sophia in a North Hollywood coffee shop, he sees his entire life flash before his eyes. Heartbroken and depressed, Carter escapes Los Angeles, heading across the country to suburban Michigan to care for his ailing grandmother. An eccentric and complicated personality, Grandma offers Carter a uniquely different perspective on life and especially death. Soon after his arrival, Carter stumbles into the lives of the family living directly across the street, Sarah Hardwicke, the mother of two daughters: Paige, a precocious, effervescent eleven-year-old and her older sister Lucy, an angst ridden teenager. While Sarah faces her own personal crisis, Lucy wrestles with the fears that define her. Through his relationships with these women, as well as his grandmother, Carter begins to discover that what felt like the end was really only just the beginning of his adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hc&amp;id=1804572880&amp;amp;cf=gen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Brody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hc&amp;id=1800017434&amp;amp;cf=gen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meg Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hc&amp;id=1807776250&amp;amp;cf=gen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hc&amp;id=1800052804&amp;amp;cf=gen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olympia Dukakis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hc&amp;id=1807765975&amp;amp;cf=gen"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elena Anaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Production Status:&lt;br /&gt;Released&lt;br /&gt;Genres:&lt;br /&gt;Comedy, Drama and Romance&lt;br /&gt;Running Time:&lt;br /&gt;1 hr. 37 min.&lt;br /&gt;Release Date:&lt;br /&gt;April 20th, 2007 (wide)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Hey Grandma, not okay to answer the door when you're not wearing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: I pride myself on being this great listener, but whenever I meet somebody new I find I'm doing all the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarah Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Maybe you're not really such a great listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Hmm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarah Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Maybe you're not such a great listener. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: No that's not it, I'm a great listener.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0197894"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: I am mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0197895"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0891863/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paige Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Oh, let's see the new Colin Farrell movie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Oh, let's not!&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0197896"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001156/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Carter, I'm 133 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Grandma, that's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0197897"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001156/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Phyllis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Hm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: I didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0197898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0912040/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gabe Foley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Did you not hear me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: No, no, oh no please don't repeat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0912040/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gabe Foley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Well I think the answer to your question depends on if you have a learning disability or if you're just a moron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: [after Gabe punches him in the face] Okay maybe you're an above average moron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0197899"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarah Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Listen, Carter I need to tell you something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Good because I need to tell you something too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarah Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: You first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: I think your husband must be out of his mind... now what was it you had to say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarah Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Oh, it was nothing important.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0197900"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0891863/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paige Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Carter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: [turns around] Hmm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0891863/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paige Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: [sleepily] Will you marry me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="qt0197901"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0829576/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lucy Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: You know that was really hard for me to say? I mean what are you trying to do scare me? Well congratulations! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: I'm trying to wake you up! There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, it's never ever the thing you'd expect. It's ok to be scared but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole, not when it comes to the people that really love you, the people that need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0829576/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lucy Hardwicke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: So I guess we're done right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carter Webb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: Yeah, we're done.&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/10789298-3932545273063328295?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3932545273063328295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=3932545273063328295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/3932545273063328295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/3932545273063328295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-land-of-women.html' title='In The Land of Women'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RpM6M7NHFII/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qyp1e8Tm9aw/s72-c/adam_brody1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-3471240238722854509</id><published>2007-05-13T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:06:06.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Playlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/newicons/thdance-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put this in order, I copied this the way it is in my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Ray J - One Wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Because of You - Neyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Always - Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Don't Matter - Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. Say Goodbye - Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. Candyman - Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. Bossy - Kelis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. Icebox (Remix) - Omarion, Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. Feelin' Myself - Dolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. Losin' The Love - Joy Enriquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;13. Last Night - Keisha Cole, P. Diddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14. This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;15. Give It To Me - Timbaland, Nelly Furtado, J.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. Who Knew - Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;17. Walk Away - Paula DeAnda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;18. Big Girls Don't Cry - Fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;19. What Goes Around Comes Around - Justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;20. Just So You Know - Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;21. Over It - Katherine McPhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;22. Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;23. Show Me The Money - Petey Pablo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;24. Party - Petey Pablo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;25. Wait For You - Elliott Yamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;26. In Da Club (Remix) - 50 Cent, Fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-3471240238722854509?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3471240238722854509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=3471240238722854509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/3471240238722854509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/3471240238722854509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-playlist.html' title='My Playlist.'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/newicons/th_thdance-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-9084457771446660707</id><published>2007-05-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:43:56.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't Cry - Fergie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Rkfa7Q5JHFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9bI6QhuX04A/s1600-h/bigggirlsdontcrycopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064257017683188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Rkfa7Q5JHFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9bI6QhuX04A/s320/bigggirlsdontcrycopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La da da da da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center&lt;br /&gt;Clarity, peace, serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking, I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown.&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be my valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;Well be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center&lt;br /&gt;Clarity, peace, serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It´s time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da&lt;/strong&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/10789298-9084457771446660707?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/9084457771446660707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=9084457771446660707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/9084457771446660707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/9084457771446660707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-girls-dont-cry-fergie.html' title='Big Girls Don&apos;t Cry - Fergie'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Rkfa7Q5JHFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9bI6QhuX04A/s72-c/bigggirlsdontcrycopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-1683337140898093442</id><published>2007-05-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:33:45.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkfYYQ5JHDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t_UACmDzNbQ/s1600-h/idly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064254217364511794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkfYYQ5JHDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t_UACmDzNbQ/s320/idly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkfYYQ5JHEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qbz1f4oRh8s/s1600-h/th_loveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064254217364511810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkfYYQ5JHEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qbz1f4oRh8s/s320/th_loveyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkfYGg5JHAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4j3h4wYwlL0/s1600-h/a-1-Idontloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064253912421833730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkfYGg5JHAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4j3h4wYwlL0/s320/a-1-Idontloveyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, when you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know&lt;br /&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;br /&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;br /&gt;Down and out&lt;br /&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the blood that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;Another dollar's just another blow&lt;br /&gt;So fix your eyes and get up&lt;br /&gt;Better get up&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whooa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/10789298-1683337140898093442?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1683337140898093442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=1683337140898093442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/1683337140898093442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/1683337140898093442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-love-you-my-chemical-romance.html' title='I Don&apos;t Love You - My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkfYYQ5JHDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t_UACmDzNbQ/s72-c/idly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-4410428401495665094</id><published>2007-05-09T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:32:28.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool is this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My brunette barbie Carol made me a really cool colorful banner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And my cousin Monica (who brought sexy back) made me an icon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/angiecons.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They are so sweet! =) Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-4410428401495665094?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/4410428401495665094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=4410428401495665094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/4410428401495665094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/4410428401495665094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-cool-is-this.html' title='How cool is this!'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-5081455281460487362</id><published>2007-05-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:41:04.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little less sixteen candles, a little more "touch me" - Fall Out Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkFCug5JG_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9hNMjjFyAp0/s1600-h/200px-LittleLessSixteenCandles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062400823012170738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkFCug5JG_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9hNMjjFyAp0/s320/200px-LittleLessSixteenCandles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More 'Touch Me'" (just "Sixteen Candles" in the UK) released in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, is a single by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Fall Out Boy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fall_Out_Boy"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, the third taken from their 2005 album, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="From Under the Cork Tree" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/From_Under_the_Cork_Tree"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From Under the Cork Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;. Though the song hasn't overcome the popularity that previous singles "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Sugar, We're Goin Down" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sugar,_We"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sugar We're Goin' Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Dance, Dance" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance,_Dance"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;" achieved, it has received moderate playtime on both pop and rock stations and the video reached #1 on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Total Request Live" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Total_Request_Live"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; on both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="May 5" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;May 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="May 8" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_8"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;May 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="2006" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I confess, I messed up&lt;br /&gt;dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around&lt;br /&gt;And I know you dressed up&lt;br /&gt;"hey kid you'll never live this down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming&lt;br /&gt;She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you for being you&lt;br /&gt;But you can't blame me for hating it&lt;br /&gt;So say, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her, kiss her&lt;br /&gt;I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me off, give up on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause darling, what did you expect&lt;br /&gt;I'm just off a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;a long shot, don't even take this bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights&lt;br /&gt;Get all the sighs and the moans just right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming&lt;br /&gt;She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you for being you&lt;br /&gt;But you can't blame me for hating it&lt;br /&gt;So say, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her, kiss her&lt;br /&gt;I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(always on, always on)&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd keep me honest&lt;br /&gt;(always on, always on)&lt;br /&gt;But I won't call you on it&lt;br /&gt;(always on, always on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you for being you&lt;br /&gt;But you can't blame me for hating it&lt;br /&gt;So say, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her, kiss her&lt;br /&gt;I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late&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/10789298-5081455281460487362?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5081455281460487362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=5081455281460487362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5081455281460487362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5081455281460487362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-less-sixteen-candles-little-more.html' title='A little less sixteen candles, a little more &quot;touch me&quot; - Fall Out Boy'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RkFCug5JG_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9hNMjjFyAp0/s72-c/200px-LittleLessSixteenCandles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-168114992380196758</id><published>2007-04-04T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:00:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're a bird, I'm a bird too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/365.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/bird.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/cry.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/jump.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/kiss.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/laughter.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/dream.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/thdontwalkaway.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/thfellinlove.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/thnb99.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/thnbnoahandallie.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/thyourabirdimabird.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-168114992380196758?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/168114992380196758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=168114992380196758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/168114992380196758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/168114992380196758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-youre-bird-im-bird-too.html' title='If you&apos;re a bird, I&apos;m a bird too.'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons2/th_365.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-8204362220467150788</id><published>2007-03-29T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:54:59.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you must steal, steal away from bad company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If you must cheat, cheat death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-8204362220467150788?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8204362220467150788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=8204362220467150788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/8204362220467150788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/8204362220467150788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/03/never-lie-steal-cheat-or-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-6436127175621388094</id><published>2007-03-29T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:13:42.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why didn't you write?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons/tn2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons/tn.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons/notebook.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons/tn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-6436127175621388094?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6436127175621388094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=6436127175621388094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/6436127175621388094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/6436127175621388094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-didnt-you-write.html' title='Why didn&apos;t you write?'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/icons/th_tn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-5293501078103660863</id><published>2007-03-29T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T02:20:16.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm very worried and very sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel so broken up... and I give up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;... this part was taken from a song. I'm really not broken up. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-5293501078103660863?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5293501078103660863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=5293501078103660863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5293501078103660863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5293501078103660863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-very-worried-and-very-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-2630703088860247579</id><published>2007-03-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:34:38.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marques Houston - Circle [Veteran]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Rf5Kz3ufyRI/AAAAAAAAADA/laIcSt7XIqI/s1600-h/mh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043550887694289170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Rf5Kz3ufyRI/AAAAAAAAADA/laIcSt7XIqI/s320/mh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Rf5Kz3ufySI/AAAAAAAAADI/c22Ddzv0mGg/s1600-h/veteran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043550887694289186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Rf5Kz3ufySI/AAAAAAAAADI/c22Ddzv0mGg/s320/veteran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is what I'm currently addicted to. I also love the video! He dances really great. Probably because he was in "You Got Served" with Omarion from B2K. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Circle" is the second single from Marques Houston's third album Veteran. He premiered the video on access granted on January 24, 2007. The song has a similar piano riff to Danity Kane's "Ride For You" and Toni Braxton's 'Trippin'.&lt;br /&gt;"Circle" debuted on the Billboard Hot 100 at number 88 in early March 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R23GwdV6Ml4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R23GwdV6Ml4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-2630703088860247579?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2630703088860247579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=2630703088860247579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2630703088860247579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2630703088860247579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/03/marques-houston-circle-veteran.html' title='Marques Houston - Circle [Veteran]'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Rf5Kz3ufyRI/AAAAAAAAADA/laIcSt7XIqI/s72-c/mh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-6339267455007841769</id><published>2007-03-11T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:20:54.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJhXufyNI/AAAAAAAAACg/Xmh1VJjVoYk/s1600-h/notebook_movie_340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040593983099619538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJhXufyNI/AAAAAAAAACg/Xmh1VJjVoYk/s400/notebook_movie_340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJhnufyOI/AAAAAAAAACo/bZ4Zi2DXXTs/s1600-h/rachel_mcadams3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040593987394586850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJhnufyOI/AAAAAAAAACo/bZ4Zi2DXXTs/s400/rachel_mcadams3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJh3ufyPI/AAAAAAAAACw/AdeOBeyiWaY/s1600-h/rachel_mcadams14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040593991689554162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJh3ufyPI/AAAAAAAAACw/AdeOBeyiWaY/s400/rachel_mcadams14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJh3ufyQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d2szdkZdo5g/s1600-h/rachel_mcadams4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040593991689554178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJh3ufyQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d2szdkZdo5g/s400/rachel_mcadams4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An epic love story centered around an older man who reads aloud to an older, invalid woman whom he regularly visits. From a faded notebook, the old man's words bring to life the story about a couple who is separated by World War II, and is then passionately reunited, seven years later, after they have taken different paths. Though her memory has faded, his words give her the chance to relive her turbulent youth and the unforgettable love they shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNKrCuPGtzY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNKrCuPGtzY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNKrCuPGtzY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-6339267455007841769?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6339267455007841769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=6339267455007841769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/6339267455007841769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/6339267455007841769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/03/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/RfPJhXufyNI/AAAAAAAAACg/Xmh1VJjVoYk/s72-c/notebook_movie_340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-1008180852609501820</id><published>2007-03-11T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:51:43.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 4 Episode Guide [One Tree Hill]</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is my episode guide for One Tree Hill... wla lng! I just wanted to know the titles of the episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Episode 401: The Same Deep Water As You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a shocking season opener, the aftermath of the post-wedding car accident unfolds. While Haley is deeply affected by Nathan's attempt to rescue Cooper and Rachel, Brooke confronts Lucas with her true feelings, and Peyton makes a startling discovery. Pressured by the fact that someone might know he killed his brother, Dan assaults Deb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Episode 402: Things I Forgot at Birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As Nathan, Rachel and Cooper's lives remain precarious following the car accident, Brooke celebrates her 18th birthday but finds it diminished by her struggles with Peyton. Lucas and Karen come to terms with her pregnancy and with the pregnancy of someone close to Lucas, while Deb's past addictions intersect with Haley in an explosive manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode 403: Good News For People Who Love Bad News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lucas and Brooke, now broken up, clash at a post-game party and Haley realizes that Rachel is plotting to seduce Nathan. Meanwhile, Peyton connects with her half-brother, Rachel reveals that she knows who is pregnant and Skills takes the court with the Ravens basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Episode 404: Can't Stop This Thing We Started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton introduces hip-hop sensation Lupe Fiasco at TRIC, while rumors that Brooke is pregnant run rampant. Still dealing with their car accident, Nathan buys a motorcycle despite Haley's reservations, and Rachel poses for Maxim magazine. Meanwhile, Lucas clashes with Derek, and Deb double-crosses Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Episode 405: I Love You, But I've Chosen Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When Lucas discovers that Derek's interest in Peyton is more than brotherly, Derek becomes menacing. Haley feels Nathan slipping away when he receives a scholarship offer to attend Duke University. As rumors of Brooke's pregnancy spread, Rachel uses the Internet to set Brooke up on a blind date with an older guy (guest star, Rey Valentin). At Nathan's request, Deb tries to kick her pill addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Episode 406: Where Did You Sleep Last Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and Haley's financial struggles force Nathan to approach Dan or help. In spite of his heart condition, Lucas decides to rejoin the Ravens, teaming him with Skills. Feeling isolated and alone, Peyton finds comfort from an unlikely source, while Brooke begins dating again, but discovers that her new boyfriend (guest star, Rey Valentin) is not all that he seems to be. Mouth receives an unexpected proposal, and an old acquaintance of Dan's, Daunte, shows a sudden interest in Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Episode 407: All These Things That I've Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke has her hands full with her model (guest starring a participant from "America's Next Top Model") for the T.A.R.T. fashion show and a new boyfriend (guest star, Rey Valentin). Rachel makes the cover of "Maxim," causing chaos at Tree Hill High. Meanwhile, Lucas learns of Nathan's dealings with Daunte and ultimately has to choose between Nathan and his love for basketball. Haley takes on a babysitting job only to find herself in over her head and Peyton's half-brother, Derek, forces her to confront her deepest fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode 408: Nothing Left To Say But Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Derek convinces Peyton to take a chance with Lucas at the same time that Brooke approaches him about getting back together. Daunte's latest demand leads Nathan to seek help from an unlikely source - Dan. When Rachel learns of a failing grade, she turns to Haley for tutoring. Nathan is named MVP of the Ravens at the annual sports banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Episode 409: Some You Give Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As Whitey's last game approaches, the residents of Tree Hill feel the pressure of a looming State Championship. Peyton reveals to Lucas that she has feelings for him. Haley learns the sex of her baby. Nathan and Lucas clash over personal and team goals. Karen shows Deb tough love, while Dan tries to strike a bargain with Daunte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Episode 410: Songs To Love And Die By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas receives an unlikely visitor -- his supposedly dead Uncle Keith. Haley's life and the life of her unborn child are threatened when she experiences serious complications with her pregnancy and Nathan wrestles with the guilt and consequences of his dealings with Daunte. Dan tries to make amends for Keith's murder. Peyton and Brooke try to patch up their differences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-1008180852609501820?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/1008180852609501820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=1008180852609501820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/1008180852609501820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/1008180852609501820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-4-episode-guide-one-tree-hill.html' title='Season 4 Episode Guide [One Tree Hill]'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-3992372358513300208</id><published>2007-03-04T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T02:13:09.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pretty Avril Lavigne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/av3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/av3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/av.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/av.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/av2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a286/dramadrama03/av2.jpg" 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/10789298-3992372358513300208?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/3992372358513300208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=3992372358513300208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/ReqfEvx7SfI/AAAAAAAAABY/brh7Slgl9g4/s1600-h/Naruto_0308.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038014037061487090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/ReqfEvx7SfI/AAAAAAAAABY/brh7Slgl9g4/s320/Naruto_0308.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-5296681407420618177?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5296681407420618177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=5296681407420618177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5296681407420618177'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Regi1_x7ScI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yFf_DoxxMss/s1600-h/200px-Upgrade_U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037314494263151042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Regi1_x7ScI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yFf_DoxxMss/s320/200px-Upgrade_U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Upgrade U" is an R&amp;B song written by Beyoncé Knowles, Sean Garrett, Solange Knowles, Angela Beyince, Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter, Mk. Makeba, Willie Clarke and Clarence Reid for Beyoncé's second solo album, B'Day (2006). It is her fourth collaboration with Jay-Z, who is featured on the song. The song samples Betty Wright's "Girls Can't Do What the Guys Do", and was originally going to have featured T.I.. The song is about a relationship between a female and a male; Beyoncé sings that she can upgrade her man and introduce him to new things, improving his life style and reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRzBBouy3m0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRzBBouy3m0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRzBBouy3m0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-5278791700276186453?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5278791700276186453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=5278791700276186453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5278791700276186453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/5278791700276186453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/03/upgrade-u-beyonce-jay-z-bday.html' title='Upgrade U - Beyonce, Jay Z [B&apos;day]'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Regi1_x7ScI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yFf_DoxxMss/s72-c/200px-Upgrade_U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-2739238232203916809</id><published>2007-03-02T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T05:07:17.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Liar - Beyonce feat. Shakira [B'day]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Reggxvx7SbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/s5ObM5v1Fc4/s1600-h/Beyonce_single_beautifulliar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037312222225451442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Reggxvx7SbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/s5ObM5v1Fc4/s320/Beyonce_single_beautifulliar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beyoncé has stated that the song is about female empowerment, keeping with the theme of the album. The protagonists sing about being charmed by the same man. Instead of fighting over him, they decide not to start a drama or waste their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original Spanglish version featured Beyoncé singing solo, and this leaked onto the internet in late 2006. However the duet version was recorded (in separate languages for the two different language versions) on January 23 2007 in Miami. By February 27, 2007 it had leaked on to the Internet. The single started playing on the radio just after the video was premiered on MTV's Total Request Live &amp; BET's 106 and Park on Wednesday, February 28, 2007. It premiered on the same day as Beyoncé's other single, Upgrade U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duet had been confirmed by Beyoncé in an interview with Univision in December 2006. In an MTV interview she described how she had met Shakira several times at various awards shows over recent years and had often planned to perform a duet. After recording the latin-themed song solo, she approached Shakira to appear on it. Shakira willingly accepted, citing mutual respect for Beyoncé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZN6Zqr_smiI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZN6Zqr_smiI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZN6Zqr_smiI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-2739238232203916809?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/2739238232203916809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=2739238232203916809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2739238232203916809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/2739238232203916809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-liar-beyonce-feat-shakira.html' title='Beautiful Liar - Beyonce feat. Shakira [B&apos;day]'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/Reggxvx7SbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/s5ObM5v1Fc4/s72-c/Beyonce_single_beautifulliar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-9221349607194209588</id><published>2007-02-25T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:27:11.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up - Starring Channing Tatum (She's The Man), Jenna Dewan (The Grudge 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/ReFUSivQPfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3u63P1HJ-mQ/s1600-h/jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035396607475989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/ReFSiSvQPeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kZldSxve5Ak/s320/stepup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyone deserves a chance to follow their dreams, but some people only get one shot. Tyler Gage is a rebel from the wrong side of Baltimore's tracks--and the only thing that stands between him and an unfulfilled life are his dreams of one day making it out of there. Nora is a privileged ballet dancer attending Baltimore's ultra-elite Maryland School of the Arts--and the only thing standing in the way of her obviously brilliant future is finding a great dance partner for her senior showcase. When trouble with the law lands Tyler with a community service gig at Maryland School of the Arts, he arrives as an angry outsider, until his skills as a gifted street dancer draw Nora's attention. Now, as sparks fly between them, both on and off stage, Tyler realizes he has just one performance to prove that he can step up to a life far larger than he ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-9221349607194209588?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/9221349607194209588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=9221349607194209588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/9221349607194209588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/9221349607194209588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/02/step-up-starring-channing-tatum-shes.html' title='Step Up - Starring Channing Tatum (She&apos;s The Man), Jenna Dewan (The Grudge 2)'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RMOBhKo7Ej8/ReFSiSvQPeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kZldSxve5Ak/s72-c/stepup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-7480592215474372978</id><published>2007-02-22T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:35:54.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise - Ciara</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESeHoGDKHM4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESeHoGDKHM4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESeHoGDKHM4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-7480592215474372978?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7480592215474372978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=7480592215474372978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/7480592215474372978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/7480592215474372978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/02/promise-ciara.html' title='Promise - Ciara'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-7268664971132359085</id><published>2007-02-22T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T04:37:38.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait A Minute - Pussycat Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eZPSO_BTUk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5eZPSO_BTUk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eZPSO_BTUk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-7268664971132359085?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/7268664971132359085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=7268664971132359085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/7268664971132359085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/7268664971132359085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Wait A Minute - Pussycat Dolls'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-117016496048235945</id><published>2007-01-30T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T05:49:20.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thuree</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;01. angie&lt;br /&gt;02. anj&lt;br /&gt;03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;01. imyourangel&lt;br /&gt;02. babygurl&lt;br /&gt;03. angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;01. the way i look&lt;br /&gt;02.&lt;br /&gt;03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;01. sensitive (im a cry baby)&lt;br /&gt;02. too quiet&lt;br /&gt;03. my tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;01. spanish&lt;br /&gt;02. japanese&lt;br /&gt;03. filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;01. the ocean&lt;br /&gt;02. death of someone i love&lt;br /&gt;03. rats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;01. pink and black stripped top&lt;br /&gt;02. jeans&lt;br /&gt;03. undergarments..=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS AT THE MOMENT:&lt;br /&gt;01. fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;02. spongecola&lt;br /&gt;03. linkin park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITES SONGS AT THE MOMENT:&lt;br /&gt;01. Always - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;02. Walk Away - Paula DeAnda&lt;br /&gt;03. Unbreakable - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE REASONS YOU'VE BROKEN UP WITH EXES: &lt;br /&gt;01.crap&lt;br /&gt;02.ah&lt;br /&gt;03.poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WOULD WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;01. love&lt;br /&gt;02. trust&lt;br /&gt;03. understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;01. if theyre sweet&lt;br /&gt;02.&lt;br /&gt;03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;01. beat someone up&lt;br /&gt;02. be mean&lt;br /&gt;03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES: &lt;br /&gt;01. talking to my angel&lt;br /&gt;02. listening to music&lt;br /&gt;03. net surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;01. camera fone&lt;br /&gt;02. ipod&lt;br /&gt;03. ticket to Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;01. i&lt;br /&gt;02. dont&lt;br /&gt;03. know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;01. Europe!&lt;br /&gt;02. The Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;03. California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE FOODS:&lt;br /&gt;01. ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;02. chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;03. pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;01. be happily married with kids&lt;br /&gt;02. travel the world&lt;br /&gt;03. have a great job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-117016496048235945?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/117016496048235945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=117016496048235945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/117016496048235945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/117016496048235945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2007/01/thuree.html' title='thuree'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-116702628731809939</id><published>2006-12-24T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:58:07.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one tree hill obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5323/849/1600/156240/season4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5323/849/400/133572/season4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for season four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrQ_zSRUkW4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrQ_zSRUkW4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JrQ_zSRUkW4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmY9qBKs6oY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmY9qBKs6oY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmY9qBKs6oY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-116702628731809939?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/116702628731809939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=116702628731809939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/116702628731809939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/116702628731809939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-tree-hill-obsession.html' title='one tree hill obsession'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-116701241199059879</id><published>2006-12-24T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:06:52.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rockin animated movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5323/849/1600/156921/overthehedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5323/849/320/739502/overthehedge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yub this movie! watch it... =P cute ung squirrel.. i think it was a squirrel..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-116701241199059879?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/116701241199059879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=116701241199059879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/116701241199059879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/116701241199059879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2006/12/rockin-animated-movie.html' title='rockin animated movie'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-116697354804123793</id><published>2006-12-24T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T07:19:08.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind That Blew My Heart Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tidzpwUzREE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tidzpwUzREE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lucas: Because you kink your eyebrow when you're trying to be cute. And you quote Keimoo, even though I've never actually seen you read. And because, you miss your parents, but you'll never ever admit that. And because I've given exactly two of these embarrassing speeches in my entire life, and they've both been with you. I mean, that's gotta mean something right? And because we're both gonna get pneumonia, but if you need to hear why I love you, I can go on all night."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tidzpwUzREE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-116697354804123793?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/116697354804123793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=116697354804123793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/116697354804123793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/116697354804123793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2006/12/wind-that-blew-my-heart-away.html' title='The Wind That Blew My Heart Away'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-114027317109467751</id><published>2006-02-18T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T06:32:51.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boohoo</title><content type='html'>When life gets you down you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming... Just keep swimming... swimming, swimming... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-114027317109467751?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/114027317109467751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=114027317109467751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/114027317109467751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/114027317109467751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2006/02/boohoo.html' title='boohoo'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-113582324210258006</id><published>2005-12-29T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:27:22.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's not always rainbows and butterflies..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-113582324210258006?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/113582324210258006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=113582324210258006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113582324210258006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113582324210258006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-not-always-rainbows-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-113369202554690793</id><published>2005-12-04T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:27:05.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my birthday has passed by. it was pretty great. i guess. well, my fone has no signal right now. crap. and i miss my bez. ladeedah. my angel gave me a cute blue bear. aww. i miss her so. i wish i could be 13 again. daime. im old. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-113369202554690793?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/113369202554690793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=113369202554690793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113369202554690793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113369202554690793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-birthday-has-passed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-113111361802679820</id><published>2005-11-04T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T06:13:38.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maligaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness. Will it last? lol. Wala lang. 25 days till my birthday. I'm turning 15. Wahh! I'm gonna be sooo old. Ugh. I don't wanna grow old. I wonder if my birthday will be great... I hope so. 15... Woah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-113111361802679820?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/113111361802679820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=113111361802679820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113111361802679820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113111361802679820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/11/maligaya.html' title='maligaya'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-113040443540070281</id><published>2005-10-27T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:13:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dude</title><content type='html'>why am I so f-ing moody? daime. I'm such a cry baby. ugh. I cry too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-113040443540070281?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/113040443540070281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=113040443540070281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113040443540070281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113040443540070281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/10/dude.html' title='dude'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-113040222671843958</id><published>2005-10-27T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:37:06.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Closer I Get To You</title><content type='html'>Song Title: The Closer I Get To You&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Nina feat. Thor&lt;br /&gt;Album: Nina Live! (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer I get to you &lt;br /&gt;The more you make me see &lt;br /&gt;By giving me all you've got&lt;br /&gt;Your love has captured me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again &lt;br /&gt;I try to tell myself that we &lt;br /&gt;Could never be more than friends &lt;br /&gt;But all the while inside i knew it was real &lt;br /&gt;The way you make me feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The closer I get...)&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' here next to you&lt;br /&gt;Time just seems to fly&lt;br /&gt;Needing you more and more&lt;br /&gt;Let's give love a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter and sweeter love grows &lt;br /&gt;And heavens there for those&lt;br /&gt;Who fool the tricks of time &lt;br /&gt;With hearts of love will find &lt;br /&gt;True love...in a special way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1st Verse]&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby, my baby, my baby...&lt;br /&gt;My love...ohhh...Yeah....(Come closer now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come a little closer so that we can see into these eyes of love(i want to see into these eyes of love)&lt;br /&gt;Just a little closer...let me speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I want to softly tell you something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tas my su2nod p... ewan... dko p lam lyrics n su2nod... amazing tlga voice nung guy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-113040222671843958?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/113040222671843958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=113040222671843958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113040222671843958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/113040222671843958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/10/closer-i-get-to-you.html' title='The Closer I Get To You'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112874123121398589</id><published>2005-10-08T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:09:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My mother wants me to study in Hawaii. I used to wanna study there but now, I feel like, different about it. There's someone I feel like I don't wanna leave here. Funny as it may seem, its true. And I don't wanna tell my mother that. She mentions it a lot, and it makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-112874123121398589?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112874123121398589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112874123121398589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112874123121398589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112874123121398589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-mother-wants-me-to-study-in-hawaii.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112874069306204494</id><published>2005-10-08T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:04:53.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i think i'll get outta here... where i can run, just as fast as i can... to the middle of nowhere, to the middle of my frustrated fears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-112874069306204494?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112874069306204494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112874069306204494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112874069306204494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112874069306204494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-ill-get-outta-here.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112797011081175532</id><published>2005-09-29T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:01:50.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love is always patient and kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is never jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love is never boastful nor conceited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is never rude or selfish.&lt;br /&gt;It does not take offense and it is not resentful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love takes no pleasure in other people sins but delights in the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-112797011081175532?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112797011081175532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112797011081175532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112797011081175532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112797011081175532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-is-always-patient-and-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112782931440783143</id><published>2005-09-27T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T06:55:14.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This song is like really cute... it reminds me of someone... =) ... la lng...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Song Title:&lt;/span&gt; These Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Natasha Beddingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; Unwritten (2004), These Words Cd Single #2 (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;Threw some chords together, the combination D-E-F&lt;br /&gt;Its who I am, its what I do, and I was gonna lay it down for you&lt;br /&gt;I tried to focus my attention, but I feel so A-D-D&lt;br /&gt;I need some help, some inspiration, but its not coming easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Bridge:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to find the magic,&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to write a classic,&lt;br /&gt;Dontcha know, dontcha know, dontcha know?&lt;br /&gt;Wastebin full of paper,&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes- see ya later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own, from my heart flow,&lt;br /&gt;I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you,&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way to better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Read some Byron Shelley and Keates,&lt;br /&gt;Recited it over a hip-hop beat&lt;br /&gt;I'm havin trouble sayin what i mean,&lt;br /&gt;With dead poets and a drum machine&lt;br /&gt;You know i had some studio time booked,&lt;br /&gt;But i couldn't find the killer hook,&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gonna raise the bar right up,&lt;br /&gt;Nothin i write is ever good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Repeat Chorus 2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm gettin off my stage&lt;br /&gt;the curtains pull away&lt;br /&gt;No hyperboles to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;My naked soul exposes&lt;br /&gt;woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Repeat Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I love you I love you, thats all i got to say&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of a better way, and thats all i got to say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, is that ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-112782931440783143?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112782931440783143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112782931440783143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112782931440783143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112782931440783143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/09/these-words.html' title='These Words'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112402069197306356</id><published>2005-08-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T04:58:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tough Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Could it be that all those trick-or-treaters wearing sheets aren't going as ghosts but as mattresses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If a mute swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman around to hear him...is he still wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Is there another word for synonym?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why do they put Braille on the drive-through ugly bank machines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;How do they get the deer to cross at that yellow road sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated, but not be able to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The older you get, the better you realize you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Women like silent men, they think they're listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do pediatricians play miniature golf on Wednesdays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If God dropped acid, would he see people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to drown too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If work is so terrific, how come they have to pay you to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you ate pasta and anti-pasta, would you still be hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-112402069197306356?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112402069197306356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112402069197306356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112402069197306356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112402069197306356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/08/lol.html' title='lol.'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112340905709533251</id><published>2005-08-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:04:17.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh gosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i soooo wanna cry... like sooo badly!!!! i cant take this! oh my god! kc my bestfwen is so sad, yaw koh xang mging sad kc luv koh xa... waahhhh!!!! this is unfair to me. i cant take this.... i dont want her to be sad!!! she's totally torturing me!!! waahhhhhhhhhh...... i can hardly breathe! this is killing me slowly... now i know how it feels when i was sad, and she didnt want me to be sad... cuz it hurt her... now i understand... &lt;strong&gt;im freaking out right now!!!&lt;/strong&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/10789298-112340905709533251?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112340905709533251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112340905709533251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112340905709533251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112340905709533251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-gosh.html' title='oh gosh!'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112221545512857370</id><published>2005-07-24T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T07:30:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Missed The Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Artist: Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Song: Just Missed The Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Album: Thankful (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Roll over baby, the time has come&lt;br /&gt;to make a little bit more room&lt;br /&gt;I've hung around you, it's getting tough&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna break down soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I remember, crying in the park, it was getting dark&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I looked up&lt;br /&gt;You were my sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So go on and&lt;br /&gt;Sleep darling&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you pretend we were just a dream&lt;br /&gt;It's cool baby&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;We got to the station a little too late&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;We just missed the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Be quiet angel, don't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Save it for a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see me, I'm such a mess&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Do you remember, wasting all that time, we were feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;Though we couldn't walk a line&lt;br /&gt;We were alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, why'd that train just pass us by&lt;br /&gt;Didn't anyone see&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck at the light&lt;br /&gt;Or we would've made it on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-112221545512857370?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112221545512857370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112221545512857370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112221545512857370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112221545512857370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-missed-train.html' title='Just Missed The Train'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112204549118594930</id><published>2005-07-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T04:43:34.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Five (5) Films Which I Watch A Lot/Mean A Lot To Me:]</title><content type='html'>[Five (5) Films Which I Watch A Lot/Mean A Lot To Me:]&lt;br /&gt;i think im supposed to pass this on or something... ewan. lol. kunti lng kc blogm8s koh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. White Oleander- great movie! the end was the part that made me cry... its really good. some might think that its too long and boring... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tagline - Where does a mother end and a daughter begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plot Outline - A teenager journeys through a series of foster homes after her mother goes to prison for committing a crime of passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Finding Nemo - its a really cute story... really funny din... dory is tha coolest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/320/untitled1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tagline: Grab shell dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Plot Outline: A father-son underwater adventure featuring Nemo, a boy clownfish, stolen from his coral reef home. His timid father must then search the ocean to find him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/1600/nemo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/320/nemo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Save The Last Dance - this is a really good movie... i love all the dancin in this movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/1600/stld1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/320/stld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tagline: The Only Person You Need To Be Is Yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Plot Outline: A white midwestern girl moves to Chicago, where her new boyfriend is a black teen from the South Side with a rough, semi-criminal past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/1600/stld.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A Walk To Remember - total tearjerker! for some people atleast... lol. naiiyak aq everytime i watch it... the story is so sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/320/awtr.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Tagline: It all comes down to who's by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Plot Outline: The story of two North Carolina teens, Landon Carter (West) and Jamie Sullivan (Moore), who are thrown together after Landon gets into trouble and is made to do community service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bring It On - this movie is like totally good! i can watch it like a million times and still love it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5323/849/320/bringiton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tagline: May the best moves win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Plot Outline: A champion high school cheerleading squad discovers its previous captain stole all their best routines from an inner-city school and must scramble to compete at this year's championships.&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/10789298-112204549118594930?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112204549118594930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112204549118594930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112204549118594930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112204549118594930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/07/five-5-films-which-i-watch-lotmean-lot.html' title='[Five (5) Films Which I Watch A Lot/Mean A Lot To Me:]'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-112160114259219131</id><published>2005-07-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T04:52:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Obsession by Frankie J. feat. Baby Bash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking 'bout you baby&lt;br /&gt;Got me twisted in the head&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to take it&lt;br /&gt;But it's driving me so crazy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tossing turning in my bed&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking 'bout your beauty&lt;br /&gt;It makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hopeless in my home&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;Baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, No es Amor(If this ain't love)&lt;br /&gt;Then, what am I feeeling?&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Amor, No es Amor(If this ain't love)&lt;br /&gt;It's just an illusion&lt;br /&gt;That I have in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you're not my Lady&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying to make this right&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;So Baby if you let me&lt;br /&gt;Kick it witchu then well maybe&lt;br /&gt;We can ride together&lt;br /&gt;We can do this all night&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't care if you got a man&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'd wish you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know he can't love you right,&lt;br /&gt;Quite like I can&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking 'bout your beauty&lt;br /&gt;It makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;I feeling hopeless at home&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you freaky like that&lt;br /&gt;It's obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[Baby Bash]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hold Up, Let me Dream&lt;br /&gt;Shorty got me feeling serene&lt;br /&gt;you're my candy&lt;br /&gt;You're my cream&lt;br /&gt;Got your boy feeling supreme&lt;br /&gt;Hold up, Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Baby you so damn independent&lt;br /&gt;Loving everything you representing&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of money and I love to spend it&lt;br /&gt;And that's what's up,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what people scream&lt;br /&gt;Your my blessing when I'm stressing&lt;br /&gt;My Superfly Beauty Queen&lt;br /&gt;I'm a keep it saucy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my ma now how I do,&lt;br /&gt;We gon rendez vous,&lt;br /&gt;MI CORAZON BELONGS TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[repeat chorus 2x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-112160114259219131?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/112160114259219131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=112160114259219131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112160114259219131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/112160114259219131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/07/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111952949859456765</id><published>2005-06-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:28:27.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Ain't Got You (Spanish Version) by Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's withinI've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothin at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(intrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be&lt;br /&gt;With no one to share&lt;br /&gt;With no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy solo para ti&lt;br /&gt;Y nada me hace feliz&lt;br /&gt;Si no estas tu baby&lt;br /&gt;Si faltas tu baby&lt;br /&gt;No quiero mas palidad&lt;br /&gt;Si ya no se nadie mas&lt;br /&gt;El mundo es un vacio si me faltas&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy solo para ti&lt;br /&gt;Y nada me hace feliz&lt;br /&gt;Si no estas tu baby&lt;br /&gt;Si faltas tu baby&lt;br /&gt;No quiero mas palidad&lt;br /&gt;Si ya no se nadie mas&lt;br /&gt;Que el mundo es un vacio&lt;br /&gt;Si me faltas tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Said nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-111952949859456765?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111952949859456765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111952949859456765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111952949859456765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111952949859456765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-i-aint-got-you-spanish-version-by.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111884433341015990</id><published>2005-06-15T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T07:05:33.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i killed myself would you still love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if im gone would you cry for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i cut myself would you feel my pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if you leave me would you come back to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i cry would you hold my tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if anything happens to me would you try to prevent it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if you really love me why cant i see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-111884433341015990?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111884433341015990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111884433341015990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111884433341015990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-111763375418494604?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111763375418494604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111763375418494604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111763375418494604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111763375418494604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/06/quizzie-wizzie.html' title='quizzie wizzie'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111702413344250767</id><published>2005-05-25T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T05:28:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiz that i took. i need all of those things actually. ung mga other results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1115499729_A_understanding.JPG" border="0" alt="Understanding" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need understanding.&lt;br /&gt;In your life there has been many people that&lt;br /&gt;could never seem too comprehend your&lt;br /&gt;personality. Now you have either become an&lt;br /&gt;out-cast because of their narrow minds or you&lt;br /&gt;have adjusted yourself to them, and never&lt;br /&gt;letting them see who you are deep inside. You&lt;br /&gt;now think that no one will ever understand you&lt;br /&gt;and you hate that fact. Though you are scared&lt;br /&gt;of what the effects might be if you would&lt;br /&gt;decide to let someone in so you keep a safe&lt;br /&gt;distance that you both curse and bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Do%20You%20Need%20in%20Your%20Life%3F%20%5Bdark%20pics%5D/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Do You Need in Your Life? [dark pics]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http//quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&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/10789298-111702413344250767?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111702413344250767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111702413344250767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111702413344250767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111702413344250767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/05/quiz-that-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111616361519364079</id><published>2005-05-15T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T06:26:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1111328877_lonlieness.JPG" border="0" alt="Lonlieness" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sad because of the loneliness in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/Why%20are%20you%20sad%3F%20%5Bamazing%20pictures%5D%20For%20darker%20people/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Why are you sad? [amazing pictures] For darker people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&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/10789298-111616361519364079?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111616361519364079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111616361519364079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111616361519364079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111616361519364079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-are-sad-because-of-loneliness-in.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111348139682553475</id><published>2005-04-14T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T08:13:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I watched the walls around me crumble&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like I won't build them up again&lt;br /&gt;So here's your last chance for redemption&lt;br /&gt;So take it while it lasts, cause it will end&lt;br /&gt;My tears are turning into time I've wasted&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreamin' bout you&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Cause if the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;br /&gt;It won't be right if we're not in it together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I won't be the one to chase you&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time&lt;br /&gt;You're the heart that I call home&lt;br /&gt;I'm always stuck with these emotions&lt;br /&gt;And the more I try to feel, the less I'm whole&lt;br /&gt;My tears are turning into time I've wasted&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I can’t live without you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreamin' bout you&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, tell me that it’s over&lt;br /&gt;Cause if the world is spinning and I’m still living&lt;br /&gt;It won't be right if were not in it together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be the first to go, yeah, I’ll be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to be the last to know (over, over, over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My tears are turning into time I’ve wasted&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can’t live without you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreamin' bout you&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, tell me that it’s over&lt;br /&gt;Cause if the world is spinning and I’m still living&lt;br /&gt;It won't be right if were not in it together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's over, over&lt;br /&gt;Honestly tell me, honestly tell me&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over&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/10789298-111348139682553475?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111348139682553475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111348139682553475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111348139682553475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111348139682553475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/04/over-by-lindsay-lohan-i-watched-walls.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111165944299453284</id><published>2005-03-24T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:20:27.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this song rawks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Only One&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;, this &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fragile&lt;/span&gt; thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;throw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can't give you a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel so broken up (so broken up)&lt;br /&gt;And I give up (I give up)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you, so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I let go,&lt;/span&gt; there's just &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;, let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't hold on for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I can't, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't get up when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;try to get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; who gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are my only my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I go, so &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dishonestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Leave a note for you, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I know you can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So let me go and you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;try to get to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I let go, there's just no one, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no one like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-111165944299453284?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111165944299453284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111165944299453284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111165944299453284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111165944299453284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-song-rawks-only-one-by-yellowcard.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111157930046903929</id><published>2005-03-23T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T07:26:22.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Low by Kelly Clarkson-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody's talking&lt;br /&gt;But they don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;They look at me with &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sad eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's cool you&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; didn't want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't go back&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;why'd&lt;/span&gt; you have to go&lt;br /&gt;And make a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt; like that&lt;br /&gt;Well I just have say, before I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[Chorus]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;let you down so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; came out&lt;br /&gt;Were you the last to know&lt;br /&gt;Were you &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;left out in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what you did was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't need your number&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nothing left&lt;/span&gt; to say&lt;br /&gt;Except I never thought&lt;br /&gt;It'd &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; this much to be saved&lt;br /&gt;My friends are outside waiting&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;walk out&lt;/span&gt; of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With no sense of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I go with a clear conscience&lt;br /&gt;We both know that you can't say that&lt;br /&gt;This to show, for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;all the time I loved you so&lt;/span&gt;, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-111157930046903929?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111157930046903929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111157930046903929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111157930046903929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111157930046903929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/03/low.html' title='Low'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111141086684174515</id><published>2005-03-21T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T04:59:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Broken -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Seether&lt;/span&gt; featuring &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Amy Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;[Seether]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I love the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;br /&gt;I keep your photograph&lt;br /&gt;And I know it serves me well&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;[Both]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;[Seether]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;You've gone away&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel me here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;[Amy Lee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;The worst is over now&lt;br /&gt;And we can breathe again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal my pain away&lt;br /&gt;There's so much left to learn&lt;br /&gt;And no one left to fight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;[Both]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm open&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel like I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im broken when I'm open&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel like I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right when you're gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;[Seether]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone away&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel me here anymore&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/10789298-111141086684174515?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111141086684174515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111141086684174515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111141086684174515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111141086684174515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/03/broken.html' title='- Broken -'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-111029259915038070</id><published>2005-03-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T04:13:23.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dramatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im lonely and its all your fault. im broken. doesnt anyone care?&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/10789298-111029259915038070?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/111029259915038070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=111029259915038070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111029259915038070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/111029259915038070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/03/dramatic.html' title='dramatic'/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10789298.post-110889639291578972</id><published>2005-02-21T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T07:13:02.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True by Ryan Cabrera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.my-wc.com/celebs/rcab/ryan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I won't talk&lt;br /&gt;I won't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I won't move till you finally see&lt;br /&gt;That you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You might think I don't look&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm attatched to you&lt;br /&gt;mmmm&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing that's true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You don't know what you do&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to move&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared to know the ending&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me too?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know you met me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;br /&gt;I know when I go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way to you&lt;br /&gt;The way that's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;To the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10789298-110889639291578972?l=dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/feeds/110889639291578972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10789298&amp;postID=110889639291578972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/110889639291578972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10789298/posts/default/110889639291578972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaticallybroken.blogspot.com/2005/02/true-by-ryan-cabrera-i-wont-talk-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aNgie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116025274246871001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
