<?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-7458854</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:35:45.151-08:00</updated><category term='travel'/><category term='babies'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='songs'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='random'/><category term='x-files'/><category term='concert'/><category term='rants'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='geek'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='questions'/><category term='campus'/><title type='text'>LISTENING TO SMILES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>874</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7624637068664934576</id><published>2012-01-27T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:35:45.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a meeting and we're opening it by having a battle. a compliment battle, that is. 1 full minute of 2 people complimenting the heck out of each other until they can't think of nice things to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds corny (and it is!) but I love it cause a) it's hilarious to hear the random comments like, "congratulations on making today all sunny," or, "your bald head is smooth and beautiful," and, b) it's so fun watching people blush, however ridiculous the praise is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a #whyilovewhatido post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7624637068664934576?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7624637068664934576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7624637068664934576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-meeting-and-were-opening-it-by.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1773713032459488899</id><published>2012-01-18T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:05:23.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a post about last night's Glee. Spoilers abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. The Queen has arrived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that Helen Mirren, as the voiceover of Sue Sylvester's number one Cheerio, Becky, is an inspired choice. I couldn't decide whether it was offensive or not (thin line, it was) while I was watching the episode last night. But today I feel that the beauty lies in the eloquence of a character that would otherwise be mute, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the part when Becky said she can make her voiceover sound like whatever she wants? Beautiful. I mean, I wish &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; mind could change voices whenever I want. I wouldn't be against it having a lovely singing voice either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B. Schuester needs to die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will wanted to propose to Emma. But, in his true douche fashion, he is too lazy to come up with his own proposal plans and instead enlisted the Glee kids and turned the proposal into an assignment. Emma's a lucky, lucky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will had second thoughts about marrying Emma because of her OCD. He doubted her and blatantly said to her face that he thinks she's gonna freak out if the baby spat on her Wednesday sweater, and if the house is messy. Of course, Will. Of course you'd tell her to handle all the household chores while you're out gallivanting around, being a total ass to your students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will told Mercedes, Rachel, Tina, and Santana that he'll never forget what he felt the first time he saw Ms. Pilsbury (after a flashback that's set about 2 - 3 years back). Excuse &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, Mr. Schue. You were still married to Terri at the time. Add to that the fact that you didn't even consider Terri's feelings when she found out that she had a false pregnancy? Creep. Douche and creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will asked Finn to be his best man. Seriously? I mean, I thought their relationship was great at first—him being a mentor &amp;amp; father figure for Finn and all. But really? Best man? Will Schuester, this is why you need to stop being a dick. You need friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C. Welcome to the pool, Atlanta housewife&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nene Leakes was great! Had my doubts, but man she delivered those lines and she delivered it good. And &amp;nbsp;of course, "individual synchronized swimiming" took the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D. Samcedes is ON!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's trying to get his letterman jacket back (and winning back Mercedes) by joining... the synchronized swimming team. Ms. Runi, you will be happy to find he is topless in a scene. Also wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Samcedes, the episode started with Grease's Summer Nights (and before Sam started singing, Puck randomly kissed his hand. I'm not even kidding) and the duo sang about their summer fling. It was cute and all, especially cause Glee's been using the same school where Grease was shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, 'Cedes still have Shane though. So.. we'll see how this would play out. And although it seems promising that they'll build a good story for it, I won't be surprised if they break up off screen. Just like how Santana telling her parents that she's gay went like this: "Update, y'all. I told my parents and they're OK with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E. Double muthereffin Standards.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel sang (a wonderfully rearranged) Usher &amp;amp; David Guetta's Without You in front of the Glee club for Finn. It was nice and romantic and what not. It was sweet, the song was good, and it was their moment. It didn't bother me a lot that they were being all lovey-dovey cause by now I'm fairly certain that it's not going to change and I've accepted the fact that Finchel will always make me gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;miffed, though, about how&amp;nbsp;Santana was only allowed a handhold with Brittany in the scene (which was sweet and I loved it, don't get me wrong), and how Blaine had to give Kurt a kiss on the cheek off screen (Kurt was sitting outside the screen. But it was still sweet and I'm not against it in any way) as Finn &amp;amp; Rachel got to play tonsil hockey—and it was a pretty long open-mouthed kiss. Like, they were eating each other's faces. I was surprised. Thought I was watching a zombie movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F. I miss Rachel Berry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old one. The crazy one. The one who wakes up wide-eyed—smiling in the morning. Who hops straight onto the treadmill. And who dreams of winning a Tony no matter what. She was the heart and soul of Glee when it started. The underdog who would come to a 10-year reunion and wave awards in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rachel had sex (her first time!) with his boyfriend because he was feeling down and she wanted to make him feel better. What is up with that? (Although, can I just laugh for a bit cause Finn's first time was with a lesbian, and his second was a pity f**k? Hilarity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G. Too many storylines.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says it all. Glee needs to remember that an episode isn't a Beetle they can shove clowns into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H. Push and pull. And shove.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the background, that is. I don't think Brittany had any lines except for, "Uh-uh," right before Summer Nights. In fact, she's been MIA for several episodes. She had a christmas solo, but no dialogue or relevance to the other characters. Not even to Santana. Remember that coming out episode where it's Finn who's "helping" (and by helping, i mean forcing her out of the flanel closet while basically repeating the same words that Brittany had said to) Santana? Yeah. Apparently the writers don't consider her important in Santana's storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany is like... the new Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Tina's had some great moments this season. Songs and dialogues and storylines and stuff.&amp;nbsp;Maybe Brittany just have to endure the next 20 episodes in silence... and Brittana would have to settle with no interaction at all but a glance. A freakin' glance.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;In a flashback.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly0qckfp791qdnpuwo2_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly0qckfp791qdnpuwo2_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly0qckfp791qdnpuwo3_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly0qckfp791qdnpuwo3_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sex isn't dating," said Santana in season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new writers took that quote up as a challenge. So it's now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly0psgXatl1rnb04ko1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly0psgXatl1rnb04ko1_400.png" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM BIASED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. The best part of this episode, is that it's 10million times better than the several before. I know right? You might be thinking how can an episode with this many slams be good at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how the MJ episode goes. The promo actually looks promising. So.. yeah, 2 more weeks until that hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They better have Heather/Brittany dancing though. Like, real dancing. What's the point of hiring a girl who danced around the globe for 3 years w/ Beyonce if you're not gonna have her dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1773713032459488899?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1773713032459488899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1773713032459488899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-post-about-last-nights-glee.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-5606600461625045262</id><published>2012-01-18T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:01:05.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caught up with a friend and his partner today. sweet, lovely guys. still bummed that even though they've been together for years, they can't make it official in their own hometown yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dick and a vagina does not make a marriage, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. even though i'm not a citizen, this SOPA/PIPA thing is crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-5606600461625045262?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5606600461625045262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5606600461625045262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/caught-up-with-friend-and-his-partner.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1838039021058757488</id><published>2012-01-14T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:55:07.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it takes a while for me to share things with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't make me regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1838039021058757488?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1838039021058757488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1838039021058757488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-takes-while-for-me-to-share-things.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4943969151003513128</id><published>2012-01-14T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:15:52.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>catching up is fun, ain't it nilam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4943969151003513128?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4943969151003513128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4943969151003513128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/catching-up-is-fun-aint-it-nilam-besos.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1685036167971503520</id><published>2012-01-12T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:54:10.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaahh i just saw a sneak peek of our mobile office interior!&lt;br /&gt;i've never said 'wow' so many times in one minute in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1685036167971503520?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1685036167971503520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1685036167971503520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/aaahh-i-just-saw-sneak-peek-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8002986157161757567</id><published>2012-01-10T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:51:44.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You Are My Sunshine is a really sad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know, dear, how much i love you,&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8002986157161757567?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8002986157161757567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8002986157161757567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-are-my-sunshine-is-really-sad-song.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-2607931136508479702</id><published>2012-01-06T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:18:21.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotye's Somebody That I Used To Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people, 10 hands, 1 guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d9NF2edxy-M" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-2607931136508479702?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2607931136508479702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2607931136508479702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/gotyes-somebody-that-i-used-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d9NF2edxy-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8973112530785230775</id><published>2012-01-05T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:16:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;reliving my childhood&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew on paper with crayon. Things we can create when we pretend we're 5 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced writing my ABCs— these days I type waaaaayy more than I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tons of fun with Bhumi pretending to be a train operator. Pretending is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played catch with Bhumi, the boyf, and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching N!xau and his tribe walking through the Kalahari, looking for the kids who are trapped in the water tank.&amp;nbsp;The Gods Must Be Crazy 2. A wondrous creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8973112530785230775?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8973112530785230775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8973112530785230775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/reliving-my-childhood-day-1-drew-on.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1832394801456151472</id><published>2012-01-04T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:37:19.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are 4 elderly women (around 70-80 years old, i imagine) sitting in a booth next to me at this Panera. Gossiping, talking about their past crushes when they were young, poking each other with embarrassing memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm sitting next to us from the future, geng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that's us in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1832394801456151472?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1832394801456151472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458854&amp;postID=1832394801456151472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1832394801456151472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1832394801456151472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-are-4-elderly-women-around-70-80.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6773403692477641917</id><published>2011-12-30T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:57:41.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really don't like fighting with myself. i really don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6773403692477641917?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6773403692477641917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6773403692477641917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-really-dont-like-fighting-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-5151194441795348175</id><published>2011-12-30T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:43:37.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i only have 1 resolution this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figure things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-5151194441795348175?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5151194441795348175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5151194441795348175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-i-only-have-1-resolution-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4932624116486248380</id><published>2011-12-30T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:39:11.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Runi wanted me to list the best and the worst of my 2011, so i'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;(because, y'know, i do whatever runi wants me to. barf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i'm going to make the list somewhat vague for personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best moments:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. getting hired straight out of school&lt;br /&gt;2. graduation/commencement day&lt;br /&gt;3. DH Go Game thing which had us running around like idiots. happy idiots, that is.&lt;br /&gt;4. All the events i went to, and all the inspiring people i met &amp;amp; talked to (famous or not)&lt;br /&gt;5. The company meeting at Vegas when I got to see, for the first time, what we're capable of doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best 2011 songs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to have a private dance party in the constraints of my room: Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks&lt;br /&gt;2. to sing along to: Fun - We Are Young&lt;br /&gt;3. to sing along to during a road trip with some friends: Alex Winston - Velvet Elvis&lt;br /&gt;4. that I've uncovered from a very unlikely source: Donald &amp;amp; Daisy Duck - Bicycle Built For Two&lt;br /&gt;5. to listen to when my brain needs to shut down: Lana Del Rey - Diet Mtn Dew&lt;br /&gt;6. that I'm now shamelessly admitting to like.. A.K.A. the song to grab somebody sexy and tell 'em hey: Pitbull + NeYo - Give Me Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best places:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i didn't go anywhere except for Vegas, San Diego and LA. If I had to choose... I'd say LA for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best events:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trevor Live&lt;br /&gt;2. SDCC&lt;br /&gt;3. YSF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best people to meet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eric Ryan, co-founder of Method. Met him &amp;amp; watched his presentation abt the company while we sat on the floor in a tight room at a Thai restaurant. He's a pretty cool dude. Also, for some reason I can't take my mind off his hair..?&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone at DH. Like, seriously everyone.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heather Morris because she's completely awesome in real life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Met Chris Lindland of Betabrand super briefly. But still pretty cooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;best randoms:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. seeing strangers buying/wearing t-shirts I designed.&lt;br /&gt;2. reading what other people have been doing to deliver happiness around the world. i know it sounds super tacky, but they make me believe that the world IS going to change someday.&lt;br /&gt;3. this --&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2010/05/coda.html"&gt;(clicky)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;-- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;update: LOL apparently i live in the past cause this is from 2010. ahahha. no matter. i still like it. &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's it. not cause i don't have anything else, but cause i can't remember. i can't even remember what i did for my birthday..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. overall, it's been a pretty good year. busy, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to a merry new year. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4932624116486248380?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4932624116486248380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4932624116486248380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/runi-wanted-me-to-list-best-and-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-3497901642494762894</id><published>2011-12-29T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:12:31.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like i have no control over my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-3497901642494762894?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3497901642494762894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3497901642494762894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-feel-like-i-have-no-control-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6633064665116642303</id><published>2011-12-28T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:53:28.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;just cause i'm talking abt the songs with runi, here are my top 5 lennons:&lt;br /&gt;1. love&lt;br /&gt;2. real love&lt;br /&gt;3. woman&lt;br /&gt;4. imagine&lt;br /&gt;5. working class hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6633064665116642303?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6633064665116642303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6633064665116642303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-cause-im-talking-abt-songs-with.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-3729220002369915841</id><published>2011-12-22T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:38:35.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5V3etuyep4/TvLpSMrok8I/AAAAAAAAAyc/tdmAJA0CUAc/s1600/DH-fooddrive-fb-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5V3etuyep4/TvLpSMrok8I/AAAAAAAAAyc/tdmAJA0CUAc/s1600/DH-fooddrive-fb-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more info --&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/195915960501908/?notif_t=event_invite"&gt;clicky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-3729220002369915841?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3729220002369915841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3729220002369915841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5V3etuyep4/TvLpSMrok8I/AAAAAAAAAyc/tdmAJA0CUAc/s72-c/DH-fooddrive-fb-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-130816599583243894</id><published>2011-12-19T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:48:32.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackfive.net/main/flagpolicy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.blackfive.net/main/flagpolicy.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. there's a reason why the flag patch on the US military uniforms are "backwards".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say "backwards" because it's not actually reversed. There are a few reasons, actually. But this is the reason that I love the most:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flag&amp;nbsp;is worn that way to represent the past flag bearers in history. When a flag bearer march forward, the flag reacts to the movement and flies in the breeze; thus, the part that's closes to the flag pole (in this case the blue box and stars) becomes the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'aww. sometimes you can be such a romantic, america.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-snd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-130816599583243894?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/130816599583243894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/130816599583243894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-9072559824637467334</id><published>2011-12-19T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:48:49.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a newfound appreciation for coldplay's yellow. and the scientist. but mostly yellow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-9072559824637467334?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4105230561074812010</id><published>2011-12-17T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:02:18.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if your christmas is snowless, open your browser and &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/v39IAo"&gt;click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4105230561074812010?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4105230561074812010'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite: Because.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7877287427701255398?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7877287427701255398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7877287427701255398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/oo-i-find-completely-mesmerizing.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6585894049478205313</id><published>2011-12-12T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:29:56.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"as often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known."&lt;br /&gt;Carson McCullers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6585894049478205313?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6585894049478205313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6585894049478205313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-often-as-not-we-are-homesick-most.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7163629529092389243</id><published>2011-12-09T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T22:53:06.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>even twitter agrees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CzU6ISIPzs4/TuMBynzY_9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/PdnhZIoDqkI/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-12-09+at+10.52.09+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CzU6ISIPzs4/TuMBynzY_9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/PdnhZIoDqkI/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-12-09+at+10.52.09+PM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7163629529092389243?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7163629529092389243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7163629529092389243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/even-twitter-agrees.html' title='even twitter agrees.'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CzU6ISIPzs4/TuMBynzY_9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/PdnhZIoDqkI/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-12-09+at+10.52.09+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6765942425107138213</id><published>2011-12-07T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:35:36.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay for an almost non-glee post.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had the chance to go to TrevorLive, an event by Trevor Project. An organization that provides telephone hotline and online support for LGBT&amp;amp;Questioning kids/teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... wow what an eye opener. Hearing the celebrity presenters talk about the teenage suicide cases broke my heart— but hearing how the Trevor Lifeline counselors save lives was nothing short of amazing. It's ridiculous how there are so many young lives cut short (pun not intended) just because there are people out there who refuse to love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came there without any agenda but supporting the cause. But of course the number of famous people we got to see was kind of awesome too. Some of the Glee cast were there (Dianna Agron is gorgeous— and quite the social butterfly. Was cute), as well as NPH &amp;amp; David Burtka (who sang You're the Top and they were adorable), Ricki Lake, Dustin Lance Black, JC Chasez (who, btw, sang True Colors and it was oh, so lovely), Josh Duhamel &amp;amp; Fergie, Amy Poehler &amp;amp; Will Arnett, Christina Applegate, Michelle Pfeiffer (WE EXCHANGED SMILES. LIFE IS MADE!!!). Miley Cyrus sang The Climb acoustically and live, and i'm not gonna lie, it was good. Finally, Mother Monster herself, a.k.a. Lady Gaga was there to accept the 'hero' award for her dedication in supporting the LGBTQ community. She gave a heartwarming speech &amp;amp; more than half of the room was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, the whole theater celebrated both Zachary Quinto &amp;amp; Amber Heard, who were presenters that night, for coming out as being gay recently. People gave them a standing ovation. I thought that was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side note, Amy Poehler (or shall i say, 'God'), you are muthereffin' amazing. If only you were really God. This world would've been filllllllled with roaring laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at a dinner table for four with my friend and a gay couple, John and Garrett. Throughout the night J &amp;amp; G held hands, gave little kisses to each other whenever one of them gets a bit overwhelmed by the stories. Just sweet, sweet simple gestures that I was honored to have witnessed. To tell you the truth, they made me feel a little bit guilty for not being gay, actually. LOL. But not in a bad way. In the bestest way, in fact. Because they made me look around the room and I realized that I was surrounded by people who are literally fighting for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. That's why, (and here comes the Glee part, folks) when a mainstream TV show like Glee created an opportunity for itself to represent the LGBTQ community, but does it poorly (horribly, even) by stereotyping, condoning outing, practicing double standards against the lesbians, and leaving every conflict resolution to the token straight guy, i give them crap and i write it here. I mean, what are they trying to tell the audience? That all gay men are the same? That it's OK to out someone in a crowded hallway? That lesbian characters can kiss— but only if they do it off screen? That LGBTQ can't solve their own problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of message are they sending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6765942425107138213?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6765942425107138213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6765942425107138213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/yay-for-almost-non-glee-post.html' title='yay for an almost non-glee post.'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4558251494738957454</id><published>2011-12-07T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:42:54.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>extra glee rambling, a.k.a. the morning after realization— still in bullet points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;glee has really weak post production. there's a freaking cameraman on stage in one of the shots. really, editors? how are you even working in hollywood?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the new writers are saying that Brittany &amp;amp; Santana have kissed in Duets. riiiight, because a kiss doesn't mean lips touching. these people need to rewatch everything— including the interview where Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk clearly said that they haven't kissed. I mean, you'd think the new guys would've done their research.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;also, can i just add that how they use the character Becky in the show is ridiculously offensive? i mean, it's great that they obviously uphold their 'equal opportunity' principal but wow. go becky go, do mean things to other people because Sue tells you to do it and you can't say no because you don't know any better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: also, dear smug writers, don't patronize and tell us we don't even watch the episodes. we watch them more than you to pinpoint your continuity failures as small as a strand of hair that fell on someone's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the uproar continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4558251494738957454?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4558251494738957454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4558251494738957454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/extra-glee-rambling.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7247491787625949851</id><published>2011-12-06T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:12:49.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for another Glee ramble. gonna be short though. i'll even make it a bullet list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;glee writers are great at buildups but suck at resolutions. Quinn's suddenly back to being sane and logical now? All just because she talked to Shelby &amp;amp; Rachel? Really? Reeeeaaally?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talk about double standards. where is that brittana kiss? why is it that all this couple get is a hand hold and (deleted!!!) hugs? they don't even have lines to say to one another. lordy. i mean, why write a storyline if you're not gonna commit to it going all the way?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and for god's sakes get brittany to initiate something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop. making. finn. a hero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;on a side note i really liked that you used a relatively unknown artist/song in this episode.&lt;br /&gt;although i got mixed feelings about how they'll blow up now that the song's used in an episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. yay for Fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7247491787625949851?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7247491787625949851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7247491787625949851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/tuesday-time-for-another-glee-ramble.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6340616115794809054</id><published>2011-12-06T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:21:45.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CANNOT. STOP. LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://damnyouautocorrect.com/13603/the-25-funniest-autocorrects-of-dyacs-first-year/"&gt;click here for the LOLZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6340616115794809054?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6340616115794809054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6340616115794809054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1879650655821855866</id><published>2011-12-03T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:02:43.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TdkNn3Ei-Lg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sending him a huuuge bear hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1879650655821855866?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1879650655821855866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1879650655821855866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sending-him-huuuge-bear-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TdkNn3Ei-Lg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6298781569237866771</id><published>2011-12-02T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:48:07.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you're sick of my glee posts</title><content type='html'>so here i am with an update of my life. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working for this amazing 'profit for purpose' company. Hired as a copywriter originally, but now I deal more with the graphic side of our branding. because apparently nobody else there is that messed up in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good kind of messed up though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I design stuff. help around with people's charts. sit back and listen to what people need during meetings. photoshop glasses and mustaches to a turkey (don't ask). come up with catchy lines. make people laugh when I can. all that and other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i'm SO proud of what we're doing. we're, as tacky as it may sound, trying to make the world a happier place and everyday i can see we're moving forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, we're all working hard. we call our CEO 'Waldo' because she goes around the world like literally every day. She could be in Tokyo one day, and Amsterdam the next, then back to San Francisco the day after that, straight into a meeting with us. I don't think anyone in our team ever get the appropriate amount of sleep. Yes, we're all tired. But it's okay because it's worth it. I complain about it, sure. But I don't think I would ever want to stop doing what we do. After all, the world isn't gonna change if we just wait for it to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now my status still falls under the self-employed category, because I'm still under my OPT and when I joined the company they were just getting started. but... ok.&amp;nbsp;you know what's great about being a taurus? it's that you obsess over certain things (which you can totally see from all those glee posts) and you get those things done. even if your pay is low (just because i work over here, doesn't mean i get paid a lot). i'm lucky enough to be a taurus AND have a good immune system... also, mincutness :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. as I was saying, i'm not a real employee yet. BUT they recognize everything I've been doing and&amp;nbsp;now they're talking to their legal team about promoting me into becoming a permanent employee, spending a lot of money just to make sure i'll have no problem changing my student visa status to work visa. to be honest, when I got hired in the first place, i wasn't even sure if they'd keep me around— let alone sponsor my work visa. not to mention that they were actually the ones that initiated the discussion. i'm like.. the luckiest person in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i still don't know what that means regarding the possibility of coming home. I mean, god knows i would looooove to go back home and just hang with my friends and everything. But, you know... opportunities don't come twice. they really don't. case in point --&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;JT and Britney. :P (nudge2 nandia &amp;amp; andrei). i'm sure eventually i will come home, once someone explains to me wutthadealio with the application process and all. like, do i need to go home and apply for the visa from jakarta? or can i submit the application here? those sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. you know. cross your fingers for me. like, all of them. and your toes.&lt;br /&gt;better yet, start a prayer circle for me. i'm looking at you Andrei, o high priest of amitabacanism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i don't screw this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6298781569237866771?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6298781569237866771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6298781569237866771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-youre-sick-of-my-glee-posts.html' title='i know you&apos;re sick of my glee posts'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4495551380833535563</id><published>2011-12-02T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:32:08.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love love looove fun's version but... the glee one's softer. so... i'm lovin' both? plus it's good exposure for fun, so what's there to complain about, right? riiight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nq2ekIMMYXA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aStkhJhLq0A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, Janelle Monae. i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4495551380833535563?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4495551380833535563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4495551380833535563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-funs-version-but.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nq2ekIMMYXA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6393868657891114871</id><published>2011-11-30T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:18:12.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super long glee rant/spoiler. don't read if you don't want, etc etc etc etc.</title><content type='html'>everything that ryan murphy builds/touches is gold. then they turn (some faster than others) back to dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night's episode was called I Kissed A Girl. and i have a looooot of feelings about it. mostly negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(excuse the typo &amp;amp; grammatical errors. I'm doing a million things at once.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's what I thought I knew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "A" plot: Santana coming out&lt;br /&gt;the "B" plot: Shelby, Puck, Quinn&lt;br /&gt;the "C" plot: school's election and Kurt (and Brittany + Hummelberry friendship to some extent)&lt;br /&gt;the "D" plot: love triangle involving Sue and Coach Beiste&lt;br /&gt;Music: Lady Music Week, a.k.a. music from ladies to/for ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's what actually happened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "A" plot: Let's make Finn being a hero again&lt;br /&gt;the "B" plot: Let's give Puck a brain, and perspective!&lt;br /&gt;the "C" plot: Let's get Kurt to win. Oh! Better yet, let's make him lose because a sulking Kurt is better than a winning Kurt. And let's make Brittany a 5-yr old again!&lt;br /&gt;the "D" plot: Let's make Beiste get some sympathy by having her fail in love! And regret! Gotta milk on regret!&lt;br /&gt;Music: we know these kids can sing and they pulled it off. but... nevermind, i'll explain below later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my longer rant (and we'll start from the least important plot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the "D" plot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Race for Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love triangle between Coach Beiste, Sue, and Cooter. Didn't add anything to the episode, didn't save it, didn't make it worse. The problem with this one is that they're basically putting the blame on Beiste for not saying how she feels when she needed to. Once again, the guy gets to make the call and moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To sum up: Beiste kinda got a man, but all she knows is how to come up with a game plan, so it ended before it began&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the "C" plot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Election&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the season, Brittany convinced Kurt to manage his class presidential campaign because he's a "unicorn"— a.k.a. someone who's not afraid to be who they are. Rainbow and stuff. Great. Awesome message albeit the strange term. Unfortunately, Kurt&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is &lt;/i&gt;still afraid sometimes, so he shot down Brittany's ideas &amp;amp; the very pink and glittery posters. Brittany went back thinking that she's just too stupid, but Santana, being the only one who gets this "world" Brittany's living in told her that her idea was amazing (i agree!) and she's a genius and that she &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the unicorn— which led Brittany to start a campaign of her own. i can't even with the sweetness of that scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, "oh, no," said the writers/producers. Brittany's all "girlpowerFTW!" in the first 3 episodes of the season, so now Kurt's insecure cause he's losing! Can't let that happen to our token gay boy. Let's dumb Brittany down, make her give Pixie Stix to the students of McKinley High so that Kurt has a reason to actually win. But let's not make him win so we can have him sulking about it too! People love Kurt. People love Kurt's tears. Kurt's tears can grow trees and flowers on a desert field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The shock of the week— Rachel made sure Kurt wins the election by stuffing ballots into the box. Thus making it unclear who originally won the election. The writers were probably afraid of what lies in the future if the fandoms clash. It's a stupid move, though. Granted, it's another plot device for a future storyline (Rachel got suspended from school and therefore will be absent from performing at sectionals) but if they can push an empowerment storyline for the gay kids, why can't they push empowerment for girls— and &lt;i&gt;someone,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on top of that, who constantly gets mocked for not being bright enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean high school kids can't relate to that? What— oh. That's right, this is Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To sum up: Kurt's a unicorn, Brittany's a winning bicorn, Rachel is as clueless as the day that she was born.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;the "B" plot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Baby Drama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm. Where can I start? Oh.&amp;nbsp;Can I just say that I may be the only one who's been loving Quinn's storyline towards becoming psychopath? I'm serious. This girl is so damn interrupted and I love it. The sad thing about it is that nobody paid attention to her last year, and when the writers finally plotted a "game changing plan" at the end of season 2 for Quinn, they did a poor job on it and she was left with a... haircut. Of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Quinn's been trying to get her baby back from Shelby and enlisted Puck for help. Right? Right. Because Puck's life mission is to not be a deadbeat dad— we all know that— and he's actually a great dad. Those scenes with him holding baby Beth? Ovaries explosion everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puck also has a thing for Shelby. Oh who am I kidding. He said he's in love with her, and last night they slept together. Which is a world of uncomfortable issues wrapped up in one package because a) he made out w/ Rachel, a.k.a. Shelby's biological daughter, a.k.a. his daughter's stepsister— awkwaaaard, b) Shelby's his teacher, and she made out (or did more, even) with Mr. Schue, and c) doesn't this constitute for statutory rape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby, after a romp in the sack with Puck, told him to leave in the morning though. Puck's super angry with that one and told her she's a coward (him and Finn probably shared the same 'list of words i must use to bring people down'). He then proceeds to accept Quinn's offer to have sex with her only to find out that she wants to have another baby (told you she's disturbed). He was O_O at first, but then became the only one who truly, finally, sees her for what she is— what she has been since he knocked her up. Disappointed, lost, lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this plot unravel soon. Next week, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To sum up: Quinn's insane. Puck grew a brain. Shelby's tied up in a chain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the "A" plot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Only Stay So Long In Narnia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week's episode ended with a mashup that reigned Youtube &amp;amp; iTunes even before the episode aired (yes, it was that awesome) and the slap heard around the auditorium (and the world). Wonderfully acted, perfectly cut, etc. Of course people are going to tune in to what happens next, right? The writers had the perfect opportunity to produce one hell of an episode as a follow up. But no. This week's episode was all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the people I blame:&lt;br /&gt;1. Matthew Hodgson, just because you're a new staff writer, doesn't mean you get to write a far worse episode than what RIB had. If they give you a chance to redeem yourself for a future episode, you better write a home run. &lt;br /&gt;2. Tate Donovan, what the hell dude? I want Eric Stoltz to direct everything from now on. Or that Alfonzo guy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Editing guy... i don't know your name yet but i &lt;i&gt;will &lt;/i&gt;find you. Your editing sucked. It was so choppy that you gave Santana multiple personalities in a freaking monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start with Santana, Finn, Will, and Shelby in Principal Figgins' office. Figgins told her she's to be suspended because she slapped Finn unprovoked. Excuse me, &lt;i&gt;unprovoked&lt;/i&gt;? I'd slap the crap out of him too if I was outed to the whole damn state. Then Figgins said the school doesn't allow violence— which of course refuted by Santana by mentioning the fact that he didn't do squat to all the slushie throwers. Yay for being smart, Santana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where hero!Finn came in and claimed that the slap was just pretend— a "stage slap" as Shelby calls it. He then proceeds to take advantage of this situation and 'blackmailed' Santana &amp;amp; the Troubletones into having a joined glee club sessions in which they tried to tackle "Lady Music Week". Why? Because Finn is brilliant and he's worried about Santana, and the only way to fix this mess is to be all stereotypical and sing songs by women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santana's not impressed by this and Finn got all worked up about it. He confronted her about it and she stated a very good point. He's &lt;i&gt;forcing&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;her out of her flannel closet. He, of course, went on to say that Sue's congress rival's ad is forcing her, and this is &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; offering &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; help. Oh, and also, he doesn't want her to die like a lot of gay high-schoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Finn, for reminding a girl who's going through a rough patch about the idea of suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for not having enough faith in Santana because IMO, she's the least suicidal of the bunch. How about you go and talk to Quinn, Finn? Hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for telling her that she means something to you because you lost her virginity to her. Not because of any other thing that doesn't involve her in a cheap motel room. Not even because you have a gay stepbrother and you finally see things from his perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, thank you, Finn, for letting her know that the reason why you're trying so hard to fix it is cause if anything happens to her, you won't be able to live with yourself. Rub salt on her wound and make the whole thing about yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I gotta admit, watching the Glee kids supporting her kinda warmed my heart. When that rugby player (the school has football AND rugby? no wonder they're always overbudget) came up to Santana and said she's a challenge and she just needs a guy to 'straighten' her up— whoa. Shudder. That's creepy stuff. But then the girls came to her aid and they sing in the hallways. I sorta wished my high school corridors were filled with of singing students. Then again my high school kinda did have singing students all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santana casually mentions that her parents are okay with her being gay. I think she's lying. I think they didn't care, actually, because hello? this is the set of parents who's okay with buying their daughter a boob job. At 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there's Abuela— who I assumed, from Santana's story last week, took care of her since she was little. A caring but hard-shelled woman who raised Santana with insults— including calling her Garbage Face up until kindergarten. And Santana had to tell her G'ma about her sexuality face to face because she loves her. Cue abuelita's kitchen and a heart to heart talk. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's break down this scene for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how grandma's kitchen itself looks warm and inviting. It's small and creme and yellow and green and pink. It's the kind of kitchen that's worn down, busy with lots of things on the counter, but lovely enough that you know a lot of loving culinary events take place. This may sound weird, but I smelled lemon and spices when I saw a full shot of the kitchen. You know it's the kitchen where her abuela probably baked her birthday cakes because Santana's mom was just too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we scan through the room, we see flags on the refrigerator door, and pictures. Family pictures. One has (what could be assume as) her grandma giving little Santana a piggy back ride. Another one is a shot of the full Cheerios team. Another one is of just Santana. And you know it's the kitchen that little Santana probably ran to from school for lemonade. She'd sit on that small green table and do her homework there as her abuela whipped up dinner for two. She'd tell her abuela about the mean boys at school, and her abuela would always have something to say. It's probably something along the lines of "you got to stand up for yourself." Only probably meaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we see her abuela. We see her in a muted, grey dress that's too dressy just to cook in if you asked me. We see her hair, and we know this is a woman who takes pride in who she is. You see her loafers and we know she's active. She's independent. She runs around town to do errands herself. She doesn't need help. It's every man for himself, or in this case it's every woman for herself. Something sparkled around her neck and you see that it's a golden cross. She compared Santana with Jesus on the cross on a completely unrelated topic, and you realized that this isn't going to end up well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santana's all dressed up even though she was just coming over to grandma's house. Once again we see how big of influence her abuela is in her life. And while she looks beautiful, she's the only thing that's black. Completely separate from her warm surroundings. If that's not foreshadowing then I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be clear, I actually loved how the monologue was written and I thought Naya did a great job with it. Then again she always did most with whatever she's given. It's the screwed up editing that used different takes that makes it inconsistent that I'm complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that instead of a short, "I'm gay," or," I'm a lesbian," Santana said, "I love girls the way I'm supposed to feel about boys."Ah, society. Thou art evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short(ish), her abuela told her it's a disgrace that people will talk about it, and she wants Santana to leave and never see her again. That's pretty heartbreaking considering Santana just told the audience how much of an icon she sees her grandma as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the line, "I'm the same person I was a minute ago," was great. Doesn't it make you think? Isn't it sad that how other people treat you can change in a heartbeat just because of your sexual orientation? Santana's grandma said, "it's selfish of you to make me uncomfortable." What? Is that even a real reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not like you're doing anything destructive to to someone else. If you're killing people for fun, then I'd understand why people would be so determined to strip you off your rights. If you're not carrying your weight at work then yeah, I'd probably yell at you or just give you death glares from afar. But it's cause you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why would we hate someone because they love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To sum up: Finn's yet again a hero, Santana cries only to her pillow, because Brittana interaction's down to almost zero.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More complaining:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So Brittany and Santana are girlfriends. Right. But when Santana told the club that her parents are OK with her being a lesbian, you heard Brittany say, "no way!" — you would think that Santana would've told her girlfriend about it before letting the rest of the glee club know.&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to see those cut scenes dammit! Right after I Kissed a Girl, Santana talked w/ teary eyes &amp;amp; choked up a bit. Whatever happened between the Quinntana hug and that moment? I need to see it.&lt;br /&gt;3. The lost coming out to the cheerios scene. Me want to see!&lt;br /&gt;4. The still unwritten support from Brittany. What the hell? It's sad that they can't even rule their own storyline. And talk about double standard. I want my kiss!&lt;br /&gt;5. Puck's mohawk. It is the single most disgusting thing after Jewfro's sweaty butt print on the chair in Sue's office.&lt;br /&gt;6. They need to stop mashing that many plots into 1 episode. there are only 40 minutes in a TV hour, goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is up with this show that the guys always have the upper hand? I'm not even a feminist and I. am. pissed.&lt;br /&gt;8. Whyyyy did nobody scold Finn for outing Santana? Not even Kurt? Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muzak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a decent week of music, I'd say. Here's what they sang:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kurt &amp;amp; Blaine — Perfect, originally by Pink — sung to Santana&lt;br /&gt;2. Puck — I'm The Only One, originally by Melissa Etheridge — sung to Shelby, but I guess it's for Santana too in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finn — Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, originally by Cyndi Lauper, in the style of Greg Laswell — sung to Santana&lt;br /&gt;4. Santana, Rachel, the girls — I Kissed A Girl, originally by Katy Perry — sung kinda for Santana, by Santana &amp;amp; Rachel, for everyone else to see&lt;br /&gt;5. Coach Beiste — Jolene, originally by Dolly Parton — sung to and for herself, about Cooter and Sue.&lt;br /&gt;6. Santana, Shelby — Constant Craving — sung to and for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complaints except for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Klaine: It's OK, Santana. You're effin' perfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santana: Screw you, ponies with bowties.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finn: Santana, I get it. You're a girl and you just wanna have fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santana: Thank you from the bottom of my long lost heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually defend Klaine for anything, and Finn's rendition of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun was beautiful and the scene was sweet, but really? Reeeaallly? They could've at least come up with a different song for Klaine to sing so that the song order wouldn't be as absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now the good things that I didn't mention before(and there aren't a lot of those):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The actors are too good for this kind of writing and the mess that is Glee.&lt;br /&gt;2. Brittana did have some cute moments. Just not about the coming out story. Yes I'm greedy. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;3. Breadstix does turducken and Coach Beiste really really loves chicken apparently. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pezberry duet!&lt;br /&gt;5. Unholy Trinity sticks together.&lt;br /&gt;6. Santana out of her uniform. And her half up-do. Pretty. *strokes screen*&lt;br /&gt;7. "I'm trying. But your hideous bow ties are provoking me." That was so wonderfully delivered. One moment she's breaking your heart, then she's back being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;8. Naya Rivera. Just. Naya Rivera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6393868657891114871?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6393868657891114871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6393868657891114871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/super-long-glee-rantspoiler-dont-read.html' title='super long glee rant/spoiler. don&apos;t read if you don&apos;t want, etc etc etc etc.'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6414769704384760101</id><published>2011-11-29T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:17:28.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isn't it sad that we tend to question people's motives for everything? i got into an argument w/ a friend on how thenicestplaceontheinternet is so fake &amp;amp; lacks sincerity, yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, there's a cool factor in it. the internet&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a public domain and everything you do is for show. but if you're talking about genuineness, how can you even tell from just looking at the people on your screen? what makes us so unworthy of that faith to help one another— by any given way, through any given media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether someone's giving a virtual hug to a complete stranger at the other end of the tubes, or a mosquito net to a family in Africa, he or she doesn't matter. What matters is the people at the receiving end. if they feel better, if they can get up the next morning and smile, then who cares about everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; say that mosquito nets save lives. but how can you be so sure virtual hugs don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why can't we just be happy about strangers who are willing to embarrass themselves by awkwardly hugging a camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6414769704384760101?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6414769704384760101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6414769704384760101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/isnt-it-sad-that-we-tend-to-question.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-414602692440354025</id><published>2011-11-23T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:14:32.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thenicestplaceontheinter.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're ok. you're ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-414602692440354025?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/414602692440354025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/414602692440354025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-495756527675033443</id><published>2011-11-22T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:02:42.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indonesia mengajar</title><content type='html'>hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w5CRs6m_vAY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-495756527675033443?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/495756527675033443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yHV04eSGzAA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-48859784480926120?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/48859784480926120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/48859784480926120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-creeps-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' 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(so don't scroll down if you don't wanna be spoiled.)</title><content type='html'>sure. santana's mean. but she's a bitch cause that's what she is. cause up until kindergarten, she didn't know that her name isn't actually Garbage Face. yes, she's torn down so many people. including finn, by saying he's a whale. that he has puffy pyramid nipples, etc. but those things are insults. yes, they hurt, but none of them are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but finn. you can't shut up, then consider, then decide to "unintentionally" out someone in the middle of a crowded hallway— especially because your brother is gay. because you've seen how someone threatened to end his life just because he's &lt;i&gt;different.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe santana had it coming for her. maybe she deserves the same treatment that she's been giving everybody else. but&amp;nbsp;you just don't tell someone gay that he/she's not going to be loved back.&amp;nbsp;and that's why, finn, you deserved that slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo4_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo4_250.gif" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo5_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo5_250.gif" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo2_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo2_250.gif" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo6_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo6_250.gif" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo7_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luqo2xCrvd1qm7zayo7_250.gif" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh. all the awards for naya rivera, thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. and how about that Adele mashup huh? 4million Youtube views in 4 days? Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. ALSO, OMG, KURT DIDN'T OUT KAROFSKY EVEN WHEN HE THREATENED TO KILL HER. FINN, YOU DOUCHE, YOU OUTED SANTANA JUST CAUSE SHE CALLED YOU A FREAKING WHALE!??!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: ok so i just realized i wrote 'her' instead of 'him' for Kurt. can't blame me though. the boy &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;write Elizabeth as his middle name. kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-2630016373479543163?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2630016373479543163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2630016373479543163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-post-contains-glee-spoilers-so.html' title='this post contains glee spoilers. (so don&apos;t scroll down if you don&apos;t wanna be spoiled.)'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7419209364291888211</id><published>2011-11-14T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:21:07.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realize this is getting repetitive but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's better than saying, 'no, i'm good,' to your dad when he asked you if you needed money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7419209364291888211?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7419209364291888211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7419209364291888211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-realize-this-is-getting-repetitive.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8652967742776208121</id><published>2011-11-13T15:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:39:25.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to napa valley film festival yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some shorts. some were mind-blowing, some were meh, some were just unfortunate in the sound department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleasantly surprised at how good Andy Made A Friend was. good editing &amp;amp; coloring, hilarious story, loved the songs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pleasantly, doubly surprised at how chill Heather Morris is. also, so pretty. although w/ questionable fashion choices— only she can pull that kind of outfit, tbh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ashley Lendzion is all kinds of awesome. perfect comedic timing. she'll make it big. I'm calling it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8652967742776208121?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8652967742776208121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8652967742776208121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/went-to-napa-valley-film-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1900011392550884738</id><published>2011-11-11T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:33:46.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is an open (and very short) love letter.</title><content type='html'>Years ago (let's say, 21), on this day, the universe decided to be kind to my 6.5 month old self and brought into the world one miss&lt;a href="http://soulsloshing.blogspot.com/"&gt; Runi Indrani&lt;/a&gt;— though it took quite a while for me to actually meet this lovely, talented, awesome and often time crass (in the most lovable way) elephant. Indeed, things don't always sail smoothly, but our ship is legendary (at least in my mind it is) and it has survived the murky, rocky waters just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes dear readers, this is what people call a cheese fest. But I don't care because The Bucket (Runi's WWF Championship name) deserves all the cheese in the world!!!!!! And all the exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive juice, Runi.&lt;br /&gt;You are brilliant in every glorious way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;-tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1900011392550884738?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1900011392550884738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7458854&amp;postID=1900011392550884738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1900011392550884738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-3719231763558372176?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3719231763558372176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3719231763558372176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-you-but-not-you-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1342926696359443301</id><published>2011-11-05T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:13:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skinny love is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and potentially cute when it happens between the right people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#justsayin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1342926696359443301?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1342926696359443301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1342926696359443301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/skinny-love-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4646415540615905608</id><published>2011-11-04T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:23:51.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate that i can't hate Uptown Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm gonna have to sing along with those boys in dem blazers next week after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4646415540615905608?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8924736460352835978?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8924736460352835978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8924736460352835978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-9164628707089747990</id><published>2011-10-31T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:37:48.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i just want to risk everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it sad that i can't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-9164628707089747990?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/9164628707089747990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/9164628707089747990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-i-just-want-to-risk.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-51580108343518483</id><published>2011-10-30T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:32:21.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;--- 4 days ago ---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what are u gonna be for halloween?&lt;br /&gt;stylist friend (sf): oh some friends and i are gonna be the rugrats gang. we're going all out.&lt;br /&gt;me: lol! that's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--- fast forward to sunday, 10/29, 10AM ---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: how was the party?&lt;br /&gt;sf: awesome. so fun! go to my friend's fashion blog for the costumes :D&lt;br /&gt;me: lookin' at it right now! lmao u weren't kidding when u said going all out!!&lt;br /&gt;sf: yep. we're a pretty resourceful bunch :D&lt;br /&gt;me: i can see that. why are all the heads cut off? i wanna see the faces!&lt;br /&gt;sf: it's a fashion blog, bb. unless they're wearing a headdress, he's not gonna show their heads.&lt;br /&gt;me: fine. u win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--- 10/29, 1PM ---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so my friend &amp;amp; his friends went as rugrats gang. *starts showing sister the fashion blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--- 3 minutes later --&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;*sister points out a gossip blog*&lt;br /&gt;sis: oh hey, she was suzie from rugrats!&lt;br /&gt;me: oh... O_O&lt;br /&gt;sis: and this other girl is chuckie!&lt;br /&gt;me: oh.............. *slaps forehead because d'uh,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt; stylist friend was talking about &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;crazy famous friends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bow at the awesomeness of their costumes though. there must be one very amusing group photo floating around the interwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. if you google i'm sure you can find out who dressed as the rugrats gang for halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradeoffashions.tumblr.com/"&gt;(and here are the headless photos)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-51580108343518483?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/51580108343518483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/51580108343518483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-days-ago-me-what-are-u-gonna-be-for.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8188537137314545881</id><published>2011-10-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:50:24.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Traffic Jam.&lt;br /&gt;(geddit? geddit? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bittersweet Melodies — Feist&lt;br /&gt;2. Velvet Elvis (RAC remix) — Alex Winston&lt;br /&gt;3. Rich Girl — The Bird and the Bee OR Hall &amp;amp; Oates&lt;br /&gt;4. Somebody That You Used To Know — Gotye feat. Kimbra&lt;br /&gt;5. Right Here — Goapele&lt;br /&gt;6. Bloom — DJ Pogo&lt;br /&gt;7. River — Joni Mitchell [of course i need a sad song. and it's never too early for christmas songs]&lt;br /&gt;8. Rumour Has It — Adele&lt;br /&gt;9. Second Chance — PB&amp;amp;J&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;Play — Goapele&lt;br /&gt;11. Borderline — Madonna&lt;br /&gt;12. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun — Greg Laswell&lt;br /&gt;13. Towers — Bon Iver&lt;br /&gt;14. Your Head Is On Fire — Broken Bells&lt;br /&gt;15. Sweet Love — Anita Baker&lt;br /&gt;16. I Can't Go For That — Hall &amp;amp; Oates&lt;br /&gt;17. Wonderful Christmas Time — Paul McCartney [again, it's never too early for christmas songs]&lt;br /&gt;18. Do They Know It's Christmas Time — Band Aid [see above]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8188537137314545881?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8188537137314545881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8188537137314545881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-traffic-jam.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4101216692161491100</id><published>2011-10-26T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:18:44.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few pics from YSF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTKLqizDK48/TqeS3UYrmQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/MPcqM5sa4U8/s1600/DSC00149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTKLqizDK48/TqeS3UYrmQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/MPcqM5sa4U8/s400/DSC00149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmqNSW-N6XU/TqeS5SSNTlI/AAAAAAAAAww/jxGzg-MbVhI/s1600/DSC00150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AmqNSW-N6XU/TqeS5SSNTlI/AAAAAAAAAww/jxGzg-MbVhI/s400/DSC00150.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0ifUj-f_YA/TqeS7pGK7YI/AAAAAAAAAw4/XJAYJNm2nvE/s1600/DSC00153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0ifUj-f_YA/TqeS7pGK7YI/AAAAAAAAAw4/XJAYJNm2nvE/s400/DSC00153.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iLYDo78RnHA/TqeS9wgNU7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/RBxErA5yeig/s1600/DSC00154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iLYDo78RnHA/TqeS9wgNU7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/RBxErA5yeig/s400/DSC00154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyd0f_qzvVM/TqeS_u5ZZMI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ZiipRk6n4jM/s1600/DSC00158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyd0f_qzvVM/TqeS_u5ZZMI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ZiipRk6n4jM/s400/DSC00158.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9szt52ZAD7w/TqeTBtRGOQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rF5NRZMKuiA/s1600/DSC00162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9szt52ZAD7w/TqeTBtRGOQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rF5NRZMKuiA/s400/DSC00162.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk8Qyg1yXAQ/TqeTG52cEqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/2X3skUMnLkE/s1600/DSC00177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zk8Qyg1yXAQ/TqeTG52cEqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/2X3skUMnLkE/s400/DSC00177.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4voT-yvfZY/TqeTDhuExFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/jOrrVJyoORk/s1600/DSC00164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4voT-yvfZY/TqeTDhuExFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/jOrrVJyoORk/s400/DSC00164.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sat behind the actors. Turns out I kinda like being a VIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkBJ9hKelp0/TqeTGNq-LVI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1IIk11fKBG8/s1600/DSC00165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkBJ9hKelp0/TqeTGNq-LVI/AAAAAAAAAxg/1IIk11fKBG8/s400/DSC00165.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4101216692161491100?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4101216692161491100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4101216692161491100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/few-pics-from-ysf-sat-behind-actors.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fTKLqizDK48/TqeS3UYrmQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/MPcqM5sa4U8/s72-c/DSC00149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8703995636965871409</id><published>2011-10-25T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:42:26.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i last fangirled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you that between next week's episode of Castle and Glee (and by Glee I mean Santana's storyline).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnlg55wiMK1qefrcwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnlg55wiMK1qefrcwo1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8703995636965871409?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8703995636965871409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8703995636965871409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-its-been-while-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4991633588227258042</id><published>2011-10-24T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:30:44.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as promised, more videos from the YSF event :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The awesome, mini scriptwriters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xQ2mJki-aHc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The actors got asked about their fave halloween costume and candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y8Ma27OrDfc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Lost Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TUcTzDb4VOE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. School President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2IZg3KPMcl0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Starburst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OqwOkYZlU70" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Simpire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LDlp1eu64JQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics next time. Maybe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4991633588227258042?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4991633588227258042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4991633588227258042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-promised-more-videos-from-ysf-event.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xQ2mJki-aHc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-2597963152030424361</id><published>2011-10-24T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:30:50.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>le sigh. le friggin' sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t_htoSaQFf4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-2597963152030424361?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2597963152030424361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2597963152030424361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/le-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t_htoSaQFf4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4935424543721700928</id><published>2011-10-24T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:44:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just woke up from a dream in which someone called me (and apparently provided several evidence while they were at it) a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst feeling in the world, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4935424543721700928?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4935424543721700928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4935424543721700928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-just-woke-up-from-dream-in-which.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7865732010946900425</id><published>2011-10-23T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:21:32.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;“Too many people grow up. That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget. They don’t remember what it’s like to be 12 years old. They patronise, they treat children as inferiors. Well I won’t do that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;- Walt Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7865732010946900425?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7865732010946900425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7865732010946900425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-many-people-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6019679540283786123</id><published>2011-10-22T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:34:35.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm delivering happiness! how about you?</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0057/7042/products/POSTMAN-B-PINK.jpg?102558" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0057/7042/products/POSTMAN-B-PINK.jpg?102558" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0057/7042/products/POSTMAN-B-BLUE.jpg?102558" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0057/7042/products/POSTMAN-B-BLUE.jpg?102558" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0057/7042/products/POSTMAN-T-WHITE.jpg?102558" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0057/7042/products/POSTMAN-T-WHITE.jpg?102558" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like 'em, find them here: &lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://shop.modernmousegifts.com/products/im-delivering-happiness-onesie-pink"&gt;DH onesie pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://shop.modernmousegifts.com/products/im-delivering-happiness-onesie-light-blue"&gt;DH onesie light blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://shop.modernmousegifts.com/products/im-delivering-happiness-kids-tee-white"&gt;DH toddler tee (2, 4, 6)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6019679540283786123?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6019679540283786123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6019679540283786123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-delivering-happiness-how-about-you.html' title='I&apos;m delivering happiness! how about you?'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-3377223847560555540</id><published>2011-10-22T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:06:54.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last weekend i went to the Young Storytellers' The Biggest Show.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun AND inspiring. Loooooove the kids' creativity. Loooooooove the scripts that they came up with. And the actors were awesome as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still uploading stuff. So check back for more vids/pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LDlp1eu64JQ" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are awesome. &lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-3377223847560555540?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3377223847560555540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3377223847560555540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-weekend-i-went-to-young.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LDlp1eu64JQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-479683159812465571</id><published>2011-10-22T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:50:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr68d4rHSB1qej2dvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr68d4rHSB1qej2dvo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. young love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-479683159812465571?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/479683159812465571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/479683159812465571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1293981580982412307</id><published>2011-10-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:09:22.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm SO proud of what I'm doing, and what my company/peers are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when there's a story about how people ignored &amp; casually walked by a dying toddler lying on the street, i wish we're doing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we do more? or at least change the world faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1293981580982412307?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://laughingsquid.com/journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-kicks-off-come-out-and-play-festival/"&gt;http://laughingsquid.com/journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-kicks-off-come-out-and-play-festival/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-3510414575201499535?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3510414575201499535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3510414575201499535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7939831072899639432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjjeXGctEFs/TqDKg9kFMBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/GSmorybNCYk/s72-c/Photo+on+10-20-11+at+6.21+PM+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-2086889760148090778</id><published>2011-10-11T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:31:36.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awww i didn't know brand new shoes was out!&lt;br 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throne&lt;br /&gt;do not compete,&lt;br /&gt;do not rival&lt;br /&gt;the kind of love&lt;br /&gt;lonely kings&lt;br /&gt;burn empires for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1003326953782772627?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1003326953782772627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1003326953782772627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/10/lonely-kings.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' 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Reading freight train. red orange and yellow, blue green and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? kiddies love me. and i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1gpbeM-9L0/TpQeoE8jjvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KoX-Y4-2_1A/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-10+at+1.09.39+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="412" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1gpbeM-9L0/TpQeoE8jjvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KoX-Y4-2_1A/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-10+at+1.09.39+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;the baby whisperer.&lt;div 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trivia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Where you’re from — that’s what makes you who you are.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;oh and here's what you can do when you're bored at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lstm2qutoz1r424ieo1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lstm2qutoz1r424ieo1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;you're welcome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tandure wus sumilir&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tak ijo royo-royo&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tak sengguh temanten anyar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cah Angon, Cah angon&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Penekno blimbing kuwi&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Lunyu-lunyu penekno&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Kanggo mbasuh dodotiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dodotiro dodotiro&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Kumitir bedah ing pinggir&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Dondomono, Jlumatono&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Kanggo sebo mengko sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mumpung padhang rembulane&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Mumpung jembar kalangane&lt;br style="line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yo surako surak 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world will never be the same.'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMErbYrSSAE/Tozs1JJrEkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ZcYEjkgiND8/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-10-05+at+4.47.42+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1572420346952322071</id><published>2011-09-30T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:41:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/il_fullxfull.270404241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="543" src="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/il_fullxfull.270404241.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/il_fullxfull.270404253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/il_fullxfull.270404253.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughingsquid.com/hello-lionel-richie-teapot-and-cup-set-is-it-tea-youre-looking-for/"&gt;sizzource&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me lol so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1572420346952322071?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jy76SNBagMU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8564363101836055256?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8564363101836055256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8564363101836055256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Jy76SNBagMU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7000933149643393028</id><published>2011-09-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:13:27.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because i love them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29709795?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="640" height="360" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santana reserves all her sweetness just for brittany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. a good delivery is an honest delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1555355168543096228</id><published>2011-09-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:23:37.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, it's that time for fangirling again. you have been forewarned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching I Am Unicorn. and here's what i got from it:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's not often that I feel sorry for Kurt, but I felt sorry for him in this episode. A little bit.&lt;br /&gt;2. I still don't like Blaine getting solos after solos after solos.&lt;br /&gt;3. It was an explosion... of ovaries... caused by Puck. oh you sweet thing you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love you Quinn, and your conflicted, disturbed, and messed up emo heart/head.&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh hey there Rachel, you and your hair look nice.&lt;br /&gt;6. Finn, when are you going to step away from the cliche?&lt;br /&gt;7. Mr. Schue is an ass. He told Quinn to grow up and stop sabotaging the Glee club (and kicked San out for sabotaging)?? 'Scuse you, Schue. How many times did you sabotage the club yourself?&lt;br /&gt;8. Brittany thinks she's stupid, but Santana tells her that she's not, and that she's a unicorn (or bi-corn, according to Britt). Santana also made Brittany believe in herself: "I'm starting to believe in my own magic." Unlike Artie and his stupid magic comb AND his christmas ploy.&lt;br /&gt;9. It's still the Kurt show, the rest of the gang's swaying in the background throughout the episode. Figures, cause RM wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said, I'm very impressed with this episode. As I was also impressed with last week's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANA IS ON, BITCHIIIIZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1555355168543096228?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1555355168543096228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1555355168543096228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/yes-its-that-time-for-fangirling-again.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4445944555394389743</id><published>2011-09-27T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:59:08.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i had no secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4445944555394389743?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4445944555394389743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4445944555394389743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-i-had-no-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4352664033392211315</id><published>2011-09-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:00:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8BelFFHpQk&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A8BelFFHpQk&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4352664033392211315?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4352664033392211315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4352664033392211315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1153843900074633444</id><published>2011-09-22T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:38:02.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i:&lt;br /&gt;1. went to my first press check ever. screen printing t-shirts. (designed by yours truly)&lt;br /&gt;2. got really hot at the printing place because it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;boiling hot in there.&lt;br /&gt;3. took the light rail for the first time after almost a year&lt;br /&gt;4. took the subway for the first time after a year&lt;br /&gt;5. attended a rebranding meeting... and the fact that i was even included is a big deal for me. so yay me.&lt;br /&gt;6. woke up at 6 with a headache and stuffy nose&lt;br /&gt;7. had panera's delicious cheese pastry&lt;br /&gt;8. haven't met my reading quota for the day. slug.&lt;br /&gt;9. also haven't met my writing quota for the day. sluuuugg.&lt;br /&gt;10. got showered with hugs and kisses from bhumi when he got home. swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1153843900074633444?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1615200510696636778</id><published>2011-09-16T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:01:59.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHSlbPYtmzg/TnQpfRcXq-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZxaJEh6rcG4/s1600/bhumiadis+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHSlbPYtmzg/TnQpfRcXq-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZxaJEh6rcG4/s640/bhumiadis+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;reunited and it feels so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1753016234"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1753016235"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1615200510696636778?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1615200510696636778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1615200510696636778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/reunited-and-it-feels-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHSlbPYtmzg/TnQpfRcXq-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZxaJEh6rcG4/s72-c/bhumiadis+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-550871294748684401</id><published>2011-09-15T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:57:11.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing like listening to christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deck the halls, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-550871294748684401?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/550871294748684401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/550871294748684401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothing-like-listening-to-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8602085292869467729</id><published>2011-09-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:22:11.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>girls are from venus, boys are from mars.&amp;nbsp;no, wait. jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;that's why they're stupider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8602085292869467729?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8602085292869467729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8602085292869467729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/girls-are-from-venus-boys-are-from-mars.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-2852345613869323554</id><published>2011-09-11T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:34:26.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes it's really easy to live pretending that you're alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-2852345613869323554?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2852345613869323554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2852345613869323554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-its-really-easy-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4654272710271264293</id><published>2011-09-10T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:43:57.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"life is brief, but when it's gone, love goes on and on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(classic disney songs are the best)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4654272710271264293?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4654272710271264293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4654272710271264293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-brief-but-when-its-gone-love.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-416805084439804227</id><published>2011-09-09T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T08:53:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love babies. I sing them songs. Then they record those songs into their tiny &amp;amp; smart little brains and grow up with them, and we sing and dance holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-416805084439804227?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/416805084439804227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/416805084439804227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-2327376182204896328</id><published>2011-09-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:18:43.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would like to apologize because i seem to have lost my ability to write posts that aren't about me, fangirling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i don't want to write actual stuff here, but my life has been very uneventful. i can tell you that i've been very busy, i've been glued to my computer, and.. that's about it. i haven't stepped outside the house apart from taking out the trash and probably getting groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo to the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell you though, that my lebaran was.. well, as uneventful as any other day, but it was good enough. i made myself some lebaran food, as you know, so even if nobody's here, at least the kitchen smells like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i can, but why ruin this post, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-2327376182204896328?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2327376182204896328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2327376182204896328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-would-like-to-apologize-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7036555053940424469</id><published>2011-09-01T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:32:29.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll get there in my helicopter</title><content type='html'>i've never really enjoyed tyler shields' work because... well there's just too much blood for my liking. and his stuff are triggery stuff. abuse and all. not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. his bts videos are nice and different, and more often beautiful than not. not to mention backwards. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&amp;nbsp;this morning i saw this floating around the internet and i was like O_O woah!&lt;br /&gt;magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tylershields.com/images/heather-morris/heather-morris-magic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.tylershields.com/images/heather-morris/heather-morris-magic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i saw this one and i was like O_O woah!&lt;br /&gt;pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tylershields.com/images/heather-morris/heather-morris-dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.tylershields.com/images/heather-morris/heather-morris-dance.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i went to his site to see who those people are and whaddya know?&lt;br /&gt;i found that it's her. of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tylershields.com/images/heather-morris/heather-morris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.tylershields.com/images/heather-morris/heather-morris.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurgh. even black and blue she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(but seriously Tyler, what is up with all the blood and bruises?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;even though i looove that line, 'even barbie bruises', this whole set screams domestic abuse to me.)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of, here are some season 3 glee promo stuff. not all though. go to perez or e! for all of them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel and her 'look-at-me-and-my-future-dazzling-career-on-broadway' look. and a gold mic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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(he wore the same thing for last season's promo. i think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqv9abKzVv1qbm6elo1_250.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqv9abKzVv1qbm6elo1_250.png" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike chang, who should've been doing a handstand and showing his abs. right runi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqv9abKzVv1qbm6elo5_250.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqv7yotUCm1r2plwvo1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqv7yotUCm1r2plwvo1_500.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since quinn's pic doesn't quite show her new (and hot) pink hair, i'll leave you with a gif. &lt;br /&gt;nilam and i decided that she looks hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqv75nw0yg1qc6xxfo2_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqv75nw0yg1qc6xxfo2_250.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, my reaction gif for all the pretty/hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqlrzzYAgA1qk0ljao1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="87" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqlrzzYAgA1qk0ljao1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#endfangirling&amp;nbsp;#whoamikidding #ishallbebackwithmorefangirling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7036555053940424469?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7036555053940424469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7036555053940424469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/09/ill-get-there-in-my-helicopter.html' title='i&apos;ll get there in my helicopter'/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6980261128275971787</id><published>2011-08-31T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:07:10.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they're casting brittany's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just remind you of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln12wdGLPn1qehao4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln12wdGLPn1qehao4.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln12sfaSXE1qehao4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln12sfaSXE1qehao4.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they can sing smelly cat together. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6980261128275971787?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6980261128275971787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6980261128275971787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/theyre-casting-brittanys-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7758989694940138518</id><published>2011-08-30T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:00:23.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7758989694940138518?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7758989694940138518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/7758989694940138518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/alone.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8605738762112937894</id><published>2011-08-28T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:16:11.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Give a little time for the child within you,&lt;br /&gt;don’t be afraid to be young and free.&lt;br /&gt;Undo the locks and throw away the keys&lt;br /&gt;and take off your shoes and socks, and run you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a little time for the child within you,&lt;br /&gt;don’t be afraid to be young and free.&lt;br /&gt;Undo the locks and throw away the keys&lt;br /&gt;and take off your shoes and socks, and run you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run through the meadow and scare up the milking cows&lt;br /&gt;Run down the beach kicking clouds of sand&lt;br /&gt;Walk a windy weather day, feel your face blow away&lt;br /&gt;Stop and listen: Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll like a circus clown, put away your circus frown&lt;br /&gt;Ride on a roller coaster upside down&lt;br /&gt;Waltzing Matilda, Carey loves a kinkatchoo&lt;br /&gt;Joey catch a kangaroo, hug you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dandylion, milkweed, silky on a sunny sky&lt;br /&gt;Reach out and hitch a ride and float on by&lt;br /&gt;Balloons down below catching colors of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;red, blue and yellow-green: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycles, tricycles, ice cream candy&lt;br /&gt;Lollypops, popsicles, licorice sticks&lt;br /&gt;Solomon Grundy, Raggedy Andy&lt;br /&gt;Tweedledum and Tweedledee, home free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys and Indians, puppydogs and sandpails&lt;br /&gt;Beachballs and baseballs and basketballs, too.&lt;br /&gt;I love forget-me-nots, fluffernutters, sugarpops&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hug you and kiss you and love you&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la... Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Love You — Free Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8605738762112937894?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8605738762112937894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8605738762112937894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-little-time-for-child-within-you.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-5231253916014617719</id><published>2011-08-28T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:09:07.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just glitter imploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-bUMSgYQ7l8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmcf8yDofW1qdsi2o.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmcf8yDofW1qdsi2o.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmcf8yDofW1qdsi2o.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmcf8yDofW1qdsi2o.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#sexualtension &amp;nbsp; #youredoingitright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-5231253916014617719?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5231253916014617719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5231253916014617719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-glitter-imploded.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-bUMSgYQ7l8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-6539821231844537772</id><published>2011-08-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:50:53.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if there's a song that could physically hurt me, this is probably it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/snU9vQNOkHw" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maybe i should leave to help you see&lt;br /&gt;that nothing is better than this,&lt;br /&gt;and this is everything we need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? scratch that. every single line squashes (and unsquashes) my heart like it's a stress ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this can't be healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-6539821231844537772?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6539821231844537772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/6539821231844537772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-theres-song-that-could-physically.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/snU9vQNOkHw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-4889757080456052382</id><published>2011-08-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:14:59.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i love you and i don't know why," was probably the sweetest line i came across today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love public libraries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-4889757080456052382?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4889757080456052382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/4889757080456052382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-you-and-i-dont-know-why-was.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-5397279678819666857</id><published>2011-08-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:53:21.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- the earth is fla— oh, no it's not, it's round.&lt;br /&gt;- the earth is the center of the uni— oh, sorry, the sun is. no scratch that. the universe is always expanding. if you're talking about the solar system though...&lt;br /&gt;- we're the only galax— nope, sorry we're just one of plenty.&lt;br /&gt;- ok but we're the only planet with wate— noooooope, sorry mars has it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astronomy is a humbling science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-5397279678819666857?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5397279678819666857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5397279678819666857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/earth-is-fla-oh-no-its-not-its-round.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-2909003112760935471</id><published>2011-08-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T16:14:49.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N55yN_zCsnM/Tk-10OajfXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/KPaiwVT7cx8/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-08-20+at+6.24.30+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="525" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N55yN_zCsnM/Tk-10OajfXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/KPaiwVT7cx8/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-08-20+at+6.24.30+AM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and trip holding your hand because i am listening so closely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sabrinawardharrison.com/ee/index.php/sabstudio/about/"&gt;le source, le creator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-2909003112760935471?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2909003112760935471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/2909003112760935471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N55yN_zCsnM/Tk-10OajfXI/AAAAAAAAAvw/KPaiwVT7cx8/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-08-20+at+6.24.30+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-3933987423797791806</id><published>2011-08-17T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:32:03.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna be hugged by clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-3933987423797791806?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3933987423797791806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/3933987423797791806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wanna-be-hugged-by-clouds.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-1076842503679315664</id><published>2011-08-16T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:10:36.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to have a wall of windows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-1076842503679315664?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1076842503679315664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/1076842503679315664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-to-have-wall-of-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8545210288280575897</id><published>2011-08-15T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:37:08.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey here's a question:&lt;br /&gt;would you rather be floating? or falling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8545210288280575897?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8545210288280575897'/><link rel='self' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln6njhtz7G1qjtv36o1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln6njhtz7G1qjtv36o1_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-5815055630645936731?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5815055630645936731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/5815055630645936731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-saw-glee-live-3d-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-8243829284367927732</id><published>2011-08-11T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:10:46.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone said anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm still waiting for that anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-8243829284367927732?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8243829284367927732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7458854/posts/default/8243829284367927732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com/2011/08/someone-said-anything-is-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>snd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912118851479146899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8NgSBz2r9IQ/SWXCMdmfpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r3BS76mGXjU/S220/logo1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458854.post-7218354251175358072</id><published>2011-08-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:29:40.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>most incomprehensible spoiler i heard all summer, courtesy of one miss heather morris:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"brittany wants artie back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE THE WRITERS TRYING TO DO TO MY BRITTANA SHIP?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp3xz9DLQg1qj5e9q.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp3xz9DLQg1qj5e9q.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lphmsftqWi1qii6tmo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lphmsftqWi1qii6tmo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458854-7218354251175358072?l=seemefakingsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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