<?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-5464690</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:47:42.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled..</title><subtitle type='html'>Failures hard but success is far more dangerous. If you are successful at the wrong thing, the mix of money and praise can lock you in forever.

-Annonymous</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-7291330330708190062</id><published>2010-03-21T11:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:17:56.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 Years Later...Well Well Well, look who it is! Yea, I know, its been 4 years.. But, I am back. No one reads this... yet. So lots has happened in 4 years..  Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcet and Patrick Swayze have died. The US has a African American President..  And I am engaged. Engaged is the word of the year. It has heavy meaning. Like the word "married", it means I am going to spend the rest of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/7291330330708190062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=7291330330708190062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/7291330330708190062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/7291330330708190062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-years-later.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-115946606417727834</id><published>2006-09-28T14:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:58:34.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW!!!!I can't believe this blog is still working! Its been forever.. It shows my last post ast Feb 15 2005! Thats well over a year.. and soo has happened. I wouldnt even know where to begin.Im sure no one reads this now. However, I am going to post from now on. I enjoyed when it I did it. And now, as I look back on previous posts, I realize how much I relied on this blog to express emotions! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/115946606417727834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=115946606417727834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/115946606417727834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/115946606417727834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow-i-cant-believe-this-blog-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-110835223850198669</id><published>2005-02-13T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:37:18.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ack!I took this lil quiz thing.. Im mostly not trusting the results.. Except for the songs.. Which is HILARIOUS!Anyways.. yeah..• Matt is the one that you love.• Gary is one you like but can't work out.• You care most about Lauren.• Noelle is the one who knows you very well.• Adam is your lucky star.• My Everything is the song that matches with Matt.• Whats up star is the song for Gary.• Hotel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/110835223850198669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=110835223850198669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/110835223850198669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/110835223850198669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2005/02/ack-i-took-this-lil-quiz-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-110835101311888493</id><published>2005-02-13T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:16:53.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JealousyWell, I don't know how to say this.. but im guilty of having regular human emotion! I am jealous! I don't know what of, and its probably my own stupid imagination running wild in my head.. but im jealous.. and envious. My head is ever so confused and I don't know why. Were you ever jealous of someone having something but you have/had it before? Well, for the first time.. I am. I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/110835101311888493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=110835101311888493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/110835101311888493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/110835101311888493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2005/02/jealousy-well-i-dont-know-how-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-110799849338169304</id><published>2005-02-09T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:21:33.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YepSo, this is going to be a bunch of jumbled thoughts.. just to clear my head..Im sittin here in tears.. wondering why people do the things they do? Im not going to get into anything personal, but it absolutely boggles my mind at why someone would intentionally set out to hurt someones feelings or ruin their day. My whole life I have always tried to do the right thing. I never intemntionally</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/110799849338169304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=110799849338169304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/110799849338169304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/110799849338169304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2005/02/yep-so-this-is-going-to-be-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-110748988918336424</id><published>2005-02-03T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:05:35.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long time no write! Well... I know no one comes here but thats ok cause now I just am gonna write here for my own sake! I live in Ontario now.. and Its not all that bad.. I have a few friends here now but I really miss home and can't wait to go back. Ahh... yeah.. Hrmm.. I have a lot to say but fear of who might acctually stop by stops me from writting my true feelings and story about my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/110748988918336424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=110748988918336424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/110748988918336424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/110748988918336424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-time-no-write-well.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-109865608375666703</id><published>2004-10-24T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:14:43.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No IdeaI don't know whats going on in my life right now.. I wish that this blog was annoymous.. I would really like to write how I am feeling right now... Its just so private and I have no other ideas on how to express my hurt and dissapointment in my life right now.. It's very hard to beme right now. I don't know how to decide what is best for me at this point in my life.. I feel so alone. All</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/109865608375666703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=109865608375666703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/109865608375666703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/109865608375666703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-idea-i-dont-know-whats-going-on-in.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-109842358739189317</id><published>2004-10-21T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T02:39:47.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WooHoo!       Yesterday and today were great days! Good day to be me! I will get right to the point as I have no way to calm down my excitement!      There is a new addition to my little home here... thats right... I hear the pitter patter of little feet... 4 of em to be exact.. I got a kitty!! Hehe.. He is sooo cute.. I fell in love with him right away.. Hes black and white.. and just the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/109842358739189317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=109842358739189317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/109842358739189317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/109842358739189317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/10/woohoo-yesterday-and-today-were-great.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-109742535039353511</id><published>2004-10-10T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:22:30.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOWIts been a while since I posted here, but now I have a home PC, so there will be regular posts.. yay... anyways, heres an update..I moved to Calgary Alberta at the end of July with my boyfriend Jimmy. We drove out here.. And let me tell ya,  that is by far the absolute longest drive EVER.. especially when you have no air conditioning. Ontario is the province that never ends. Onatrio has some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/109742535039353511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=109742535039353511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/109742535039353511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/109742535039353511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/10/wow-its-been-while-since-i-posted-here.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-108800104380756053</id><published>2004-06-23T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T11:30:43.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, in 2 weeks I am moving out of the house I am living in now. I am pretty sad about it. My roomates rock. Probably the funniest and most laid back people you would come accross. But I guess all good things have to come to an end eh? I could sit here and tell a bunch of funny stories, but I don't have that much time. But a video camera placed in some good places would have gotten me 10 grand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/108800104380756053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=108800104380756053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108800104380756053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108800104380756053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-in-2-weeks-i-am-moving-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-108730801073543832</id><published>2004-06-15T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T11:00:41.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make a BelindaIngredients:3 parts pride3 parts silliness1 part egoMethod:Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little curiosity if desired!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/108730801073543832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=108730801073543832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108730801073543832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108730801073543832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-to-make-belinda-ingredients-3.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-108685885037777474</id><published>2004-06-10T06:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T06:14:10.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mornings! It's like 6 am and I have been up for like over an hour and I hate it. 5 AM and I don't get along at all (unless I have been up all night). I can't wait to come home after work and go to bed. This sucks. &gt;:|</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/108685885037777474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=108685885037777474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108685885037777474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108685885037777474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/06/mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-108683021759627737</id><published>2004-06-09T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T22:22:29.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mood Testhttp://www.colorgenics.com/index.cfm?pageview=test_8cubeGo there and do the mood test. Its freaky! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/108683021759627737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=108683021759627737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108683021759627737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108683021759627737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/06/mood-test-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-108554903402960675</id><published>2004-05-26T02:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T02:23:54.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rising Gas Prices..  Well, it is year 2004 and the gas prices are up to 99.9cents a litre. This is a tad over priced I might say. A year ago, my mother purchased a car that is supposedly very easy on gas. It would cost about 20 dollars to fill it with petro. Gas back then was about 76 cents a litre. Give or take a few cents. Now with the rising gas prices, it is about 35 dollars to fill the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/108554903402960675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=108554903402960675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108554903402960675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108554903402960675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/05/rising-gas-prices.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-108546120924379127</id><published>2004-05-25T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T02:00:09.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Idea.. Was there for you at every breathUsed and abused at every chanceRetaliated and said my pieceRidiculed and scorned for having an opinion Appologize for being wrongChoose not to see the hurt I feelDismiss my feelings as being non-existentMy trust costs more than you think you owe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/108546120924379127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=108546120924379127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108546120924379127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/108546120924379127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/05/no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-107721568734347318</id><published>2004-02-19T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T14:37:08.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Compliments of Krazy Dave John "Boomer" Titor is the name of a purported time traveler from the year 2036. He posted on several Internet bulletin boards during 2000/2001.  Although strong debate still rages about the veracity of both him and his story, it's extremely likely that John Titor was a hoax. However, it's agreed by most that it's an entertaining and very elaborately constructed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/107721568734347318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=107721568734347318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/107721568734347318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/107721568734347318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2004/02/compliments-of-krazy-dave-john-boomer.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-106825852920131545</id><published>2003-11-07T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T22:28:47.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love ChristmasChristmas Rules eh? I was walking around Walmart today and they had the store completly decorated for the jolly season. It was great.I got to thinking tho. They dont decorate the store for idiots like me! They do it so people will start spending money because they have the Christmas spirit! How dare they! Cause i'm pretty sure that a few days ago (maybe a week cause im lazy and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/106825852920131545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=106825852920131545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106825852920131545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106825852920131545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-love-christmas-christmas-rules-eh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-106534883784906316</id><published>2003-10-05T07:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T07:13:57.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Trip to OutpatientsSo the otherday I start my shift in hell and everything is going pretty normal till all of a sudden I get a pain in my wrist that is totally undescribable. I am tellin ya right now that I have never felt pain like this before.... And I noticed, as I am in the bathroom cryin, that theres a bump at the bottom of my wrist. Interesting I say. I have seen that bump before, when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/106534883784906316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=106534883784906316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106534883784906316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106534883784906316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/10/my-trip-to-outpatients-so-otherday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-106500416102179820</id><published>2003-10-01T07:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T07:29:20.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Sucks.Huh... Long time no see eh? Well... No wonder... So much has happened man... this is crazy shit! Well...I moved outta my moms... AGAIN! Fuckin bitch... I will neevr go back again. Can't fuckin stand her. Its a big long story and I really don't think that I have the patience to type it out. Basically we got into a fight about her paying me back for getting her car fixed... She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/106500416102179820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=106500416102179820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106500416102179820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106500416102179820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/10/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-106356431273482743</id><published>2003-09-14T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T15:31:52.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrrrr!!!!I took an extra shift today and am I ever regretting it. My job isn't fun on a normal day that I have to work  let alone on a day that I volunteer to work more! I need the coin tho... I seen a really good movie last night... It was called Matchstick Men with Nicolas Cage. And I have to say that it was the best movie I have seen in a while. Really enjoyed it. Nicolas Cage is a really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/106356431273482743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=106356431273482743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106356431273482743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106356431273482743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/09/grrrrr-i-took-extra-shift-today-and-am.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-106298699799636922</id><published>2003-09-07T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T23:09:58.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Cough*.... Im sick. Really bad! Well... I'm not dyin.... My head is poundin... The toilet just ate my digested supper and i'm pretty sure its abnormal for you noise to produce this much fluid. So as I sit here and wonder what I can do on my 2 days off while I am soooo sick I figured I would write about my thoughts. The main thing on my mind right now is "What would I do if I won the lotto?".. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/106298699799636922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=106298699799636922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106298699799636922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106298699799636922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/09/cough.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-106190989104442771</id><published>2003-08-26T11:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:58:10.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow... Has it ever been a long time since I updated this thingy. Not a whole lot to say tho.. haha.. My life is pretty boring.. and pretty shitty. I think it will get better soon tho.. Unless I lose my job or something haha.. Theres not a whole lot new here.. I went to see my sisters ultraosund with her yesterday. That is REALLY cool.. The baby was staring right at us. And SHE was sucking her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/106190989104442771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=106190989104442771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106190989104442771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106190989104442771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-106044074829121911</id><published>2003-08-09T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T11:54:47.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am having a really hard time thinking of things to write about. Well, I lie, I have LOTS to write about but somewhat confused of what I should put on here and what I should keep to myself. I guess it's kind of hard to draw that line between what is too personal to talk about. I am in a really odd spot in my life right now. I feel as if anything I do is wrong. I cannot please anybody. Everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/106044074829121911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=106044074829121911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106044074829121911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/106044074829121911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-am-having-really-hard-time-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105983154913391455</id><published>2003-08-02T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T10:39:09.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate my life. Anyone wanna take over for me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105983154913391455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105983154913391455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105983154913391455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105983154913391455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-hate-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105900684320555194</id><published>2003-07-23T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T21:48:14.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. So I think God looked at me the other day and said "Gee... I don't think Belinda's life has enough stress in it. Let's turn it up a notch". Someone up there has a vendetta against me. So my parents reconciled! WOW! How awesome was that. Glorious 4.5 days it was. After paying for my father and my sister to drive home from Alberta (cost me lots a money) my father deceides that he made a quick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105900684320555194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105900684320555194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105900684320555194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105900684320555194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105863293201280311</id><published>2003-07-19T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T13:44:05.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105863293201280311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105863293201280311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105863293201280311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105863293201280311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/07/nice.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105832122734431018</id><published>2003-07-15T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T23:07:07.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Well Well.... Where in the hell do I start? This week has been an extremly hectic and stressful week. I don't know how to start at all. Well... It all started with my relatives coming home from ontario and were staying with us. They are very very LOUD people. And I always feel like I need to entertain them. So I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to keep them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105832122734431018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105832122734431018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105832122734431018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105832122734431018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/07/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105770068243933424</id><published>2003-07-08T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T18:44:42.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I am home now. Back in town from my GLORIOUS vacation away. I can't get over the SHIT luck I had. When I woke up the morning I was leaving, I HAD the sniffles... And I thought "Meh I won't worry about it cause it's just a few sniffles from the damp air." Boy was I wrong. I drove the whole way to Halifax with a box of tissue on my lap. I've never sneezed and coughed soo much in my life. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105770068243933424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105770068243933424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105770068243933424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105770068243933424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/07/well-i-am-home-now.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105720095019561618</id><published>2003-07-02T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T23:55:50.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhhhhh... There we go. The moving process is finished. And what a horrid experience. All the packing and moving shit from house to another, its nasty! The worst part now is having to UNPACK! Get things all organized and get back into a routine of where to put shit. Not to mention that the day I moved back into my moms... She says she wants to get a new house for the arrival of her grandchild. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105720095019561618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105720095019561618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105720095019561618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105720095019561618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/07/ahhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105665920429665931</id><published>2003-06-26T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T17:26:44.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I need change in my life. I need a positive change. I don't know what I need tho. Im gonna start thinking about all the things that make me depressed. Things like my weight and  the size of my ass. I think that i'm going to start going to the gym on a regular basis. They say that exercise picks you up and makes you feel better about yourself. This will be the 1st thing that I try. My next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105665920429665931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105665920429665931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105665920429665931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105665920429665931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/so-i-need-change-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105654962505909418</id><published>2003-06-25T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T11:00:24.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH YEAH! This is really cool! This test could not BE more right. HAHA.... your asshole. What swear word are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105654962505909418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105654962505909418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105654962505909418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105654962505909418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/oh-yeah-this-is-really-cool-this-test.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105650841434568371</id><published>2003-06-24T23:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T23:34:32.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I realized something today and it makes perfect sense for my moods. I dont know how to be happy. Either that or i'm happy and don't know it. We stride for for good things in life and once we get em for stride for better. It makes no sense but its true. We all work on getting better things in our life. No one can just "settle" for what they have. I always find myself trying to make my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105650841434568371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105650841434568371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105650841434568371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105650841434568371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/so-i-realized-something-today-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105622021059676596</id><published>2003-06-21T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T15:31:24.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is really cool.Friend What Kanji word best suits you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105622021059676596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105622021059676596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105622021059676596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105622021059676596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/this-is-really-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105620357698802336</id><published>2003-06-21T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T10:52:56.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am at work again. My days off kinda sucked. The best part was the awesome dinner I had on Wednesday. I went to a friends house wednesday and she made bomb supper for us. She made cesar salad and spaghetti with the best sauce ever and these italian cookie things called pizzelle (Its not said how you spell it, its pronounced pis cell e). It was wicket dinner. I found out some nice news  tho</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105620357698802336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105620357698802336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105620357698802336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105620357698802336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/here-i-am-at-work-again.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105577156927838251</id><published>2003-06-16T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T10:52:49.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, another day another dollar. I woke up this morning in a fowl mood. I was mad at the world. I didn't want anything to do with anything at all today. All I wanted to do was lay in bed all day and listen to traffic outside my window. I had the absolute worst headache this morning. I'm pretty sure  that contributed to my bitterness. Alas, I had to come to work today and deal with morons all day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105577156927838251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105577156927838251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105577156927838251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105577156927838251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/well-another-day-another-dollar.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105560694856424422</id><published>2003-06-14T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T13:09:10.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a hazard to myselfDon't let me get meI'm my own worst enemyIt's bad when you annoy yourselfSo irritatingDon't want to be my friend no moreI wanna be somebody elseEver feel like you wanted to walk in someone else's shoes? Just long enough for your life to fix itself up. Dealing with the same problems over and over again gets very boring sometimes. More of the times it gets harder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105560694856424422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105560694856424422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105560694856424422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105560694856424422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/im-hazard-to-myself-dont-let-me-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105552715485110016</id><published>2003-06-13T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T14:59:16.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, everyone now a days seems to be tellin their whole life story. A big reality check for everyone really. Some times when I hear a story that was really shitty it makes me look back on my life and think of how lucky I am. My life growing up was shitty tho. Don't let me fool ya. I went through some stuff that I wouldnt put superman through. I grew up in a family that was more or less a bunch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105552715485110016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105552715485110016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105552715485110016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105552715485110016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/well-everyone-now-days-seems-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105525493549691142</id><published>2003-06-10T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T11:33:26.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brand new day! I just love that feeling in the morning. You know, when you wake up and you have that feeling that today is going to be a good day.. you know... when you wake up on the right side of the bed and you look at your clock and you still have an hour to sleep. I love that. So you roll over with a smile and your face. Now, that great feeling is dimming as I sit at work trying to figure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105525493549691142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105525493549691142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105525493549691142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105525493549691142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/brand-new-day-i-just-love-that-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105518845722440725</id><published>2003-06-09T16:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T19:17:12.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here goes. I dunno how to start this but ill give it a try. I'll start by telling you a bit about myself. I am 20 years old and live with my best friend. I work at a call centre for an ISP in the states (dead end job I know). And that's it. My life, right now, is pretty boring. I get up and go to work, come home and watch tv and go to bed. My crappy schedule doesnt allow for any "FUN" time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105518845722440725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105518845722440725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105518845722440725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105518845722440725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/well-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464690.post-105517252489026779</id><published>2003-06-09T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T12:28:44.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. So I have no idea how to use this. Someone at my work made me make one. And I really just wanted to shut them up. I don't even know if this is going to post. LOL... Anyhoo... Ill be back later to start this I guess. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/feeds/105517252489026779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464690&amp;postID=105517252489026779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105517252489026779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464690/posts/default/105517252489026779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holdup.blogspot.com/2003/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>{BaTmAn}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04517039440572580441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
