<?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-5583804030108835477</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:12:19.435-07:00</updated><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='lost'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='upset'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='crying'/><category term='Celebrity Big Brother Celebs TV Reality'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Tenacious D'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='buying'/><category term='cheated'/><category term='Jack Black'/><category term='lights'/><category term='Stephanie Meyer'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='Breaking Dawn'/><category term='scrooge'/><category term='Eclispe'/><category term='presents'/><category term='pain'/><category term='hot chocolate'/><category term='snow'/><category term='broken'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>FallinNeonLight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-4133241564970495246</id><published>2010-03-15T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:37:41.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>Now, I love the Twilight Saga. The books are my favourite, I love the way that Stephanie Meyer has written them, the dreamy, love-ridden prose. However I'm not such a fan of the films, I don't really like the actors, the directors have missed out some of the most important parts of the books and I wasn't all that sold on the special effects. But, even I have to admit that the "Eclipse" trailer looks fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of the trailer is the beginning, the beautiful piano music, the arial shoot of the trees, Edward and Bella together in their meadow - where he promises to love her every moment of forever. It just makes me swoon!&lt;br /&gt;The camera shots for this film look amazing, and the locations are breath taking. The shot of the forest gets me everytime, however this time we get to see Bella out of Forks and in Phoenix with her mother. One of my favourite shots is the the one of her overlooking the sea whilst the sun is setting.&lt;br /&gt;So there have been a few changes, and most of them for the better. They've replaced the old Victoria - according to my sources. But I don't think thats such a bad thing. I have nothing against the old Victoria, it's just this one looks hardly any different, just maybe more flame hairer and more feline. Also the special affects have got better, 100%. This time, when the vampires run, it doesn't look like some comedic genius has pressed fast forward - only to find the button affects only half the screen, namely vampire legs. The vampires are also looking paler and more irrestibably different to the human world - I love the golden tint they have in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's always going to be some dissapointments when you have a huge hype around the books. I'm still unkeen about Kristen Stewart as an actress, she seems to wooden for my liking but she is definitley thawing out and getting better. Jacob is looking as handsome as ever, but maybe a little squidy around the edges compared to his rock hard body in New Moon. Also Jane from the Volturi isn't nearly beautiful enough, but I expect it is quite hard to find someone in reality who makes a Botticelli angel look like a gargoyle.&lt;br /&gt;But these are all minor complaints so far. Right now I can not wait until June the 30th to see the finished product. Needless to say I will probably be dissapointed, being the Twihard book fan that I am. But hopefully it can't get any worse than New Moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-4133241564970495246?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4133241564970495246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/blackout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/4133241564970495246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/4133241564970495246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/blackout.html' title='Blackout'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-7032162984107216805</id><published>2010-03-12T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:59:32.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Blues - 2.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that this is the second time in two days that I have blogged about the downsides of the bus travel, but, when you travel every weekday, twenty miles there and back, you start to notice a lot of bad things about bus travel.&lt;br /&gt;But then again I have always hated this one thing about the bus - when people open the window . The bus is neither a warm nor cold place so therefore it never fails to amaze me when people open the window on the bus, if you're hot - take off your jacket, or jumper, or cardigan... just don't open the window.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, if you're hot, opening the window never helps with anything. No matter where you sit on the bus if YOU want to open the window the air never cools you down, but annoyingly it blows in someones elses face - namely mine!&lt;br /&gt;I've always hated the wind, its so annoying when it blows in your face and blows through your hair - I fear I shall never own a convertabile car, driving with the top down would just annoy me incessantly - not to mention the fact that it gives you goosebumps, all up your arms and necks. So when someone opens the window I get annoyed and grumble underneath my breath, usually to my friends or my other half.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that we live in the middle of the country so therefore travelling through the backroads of Devon with open windows never has a pleasant smell - and despite this the person sitting next to middle, clearly smelling the foul odours, still fails to shut the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this rule about window-opening. If it's opened at the bus station, then I let the bus travel to the next town or village and then I close the window. However the annoying thing is, if someones sat next to the window then you can't very well lean across them to slam the window whislt havign a distinctly chilly look on your face. And of course you can't ASK them to close the window, this would break the first rule of the bus "Don't talk to strangers" and I'm not going to be like FogHorn man and ask everyone on the bus if it's okay for me to close the window because.. to be honest.. its bloody freezing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-7032162984107216805?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7032162984107216805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/bus-blues-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/7032162984107216805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/7032162984107216805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/bus-blues-2.html' title='Bus Blues - 2.'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-876696820064310739</id><published>2010-03-10T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:15:11.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Blues</title><content type='html'>It's funny, the only place on earth where you can be claustroaphobically close to someone and for it to still be acceptable - all the while whilst having their breath literally breathing down your neck - is the bus.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what time of the day it is, no matter how full the bus it is, there will always be people getting on the bus and people getting on the bus. When it becomes exceptionally crowded, you find yourself squeezing up the aisle next to someone who you've never met, but are close enough to in terms of millimetres for people to assume you know them very, very well!&lt;br /&gt;You give up seats for other people on the bus, without so much as word, just a polite nod of the head, whilst you scooch your weary body off the uncomfortable seat and try to find somewhere to fit your bag.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is an unexplainable rule of buses, you can get close to a stranger but you can never talk to them - its like when you were a child and you were told by your mother "don't talk to strangers". Except your mother probably told you never to go anywhere with the stranger either and, if they did come near, you were to kick up a mighty stink and kick them where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the rule of the bus is to not talk, yet I have seen this rule broken twice in a matter of weeks, to the huge surprise of the crowded bus. The first instance was a crowded single decker bus travelling through a sleepy village at 7.30 in the morning. Everything was going fine, when suddenly out of the blue, a man with a voice like a foghorn asks "Does anyone mind if I open a window?"&lt;br /&gt;You could've heard a pin drop on the bus, what was he doing?? A few shocked people shook their heads dimly and a couple brave ones sounded the work "No" aloud.&lt;br /&gt;A few days later the rule was broken again. When again someone with a voice like a foghorn got on the bus, this time it was a women. She got on at the same time as the posh au pair and the snotty blonde child. Foghorn woman scanned the bus for an available seats and, realising there were none, promptly came out with this smart reply "There is a small child here without a seat". Once again nobody said anything, there was quick shuffling of bums of seats and the moving of heavy bags to the side, and the snotty blonde child was seated with her posh au pair standing like a guard at her side. Foghorn woman obviously thought she had done her deed for the day, as she looked very smug. I swear if any more children had got on the bus she would have sounded out her foghorn once again.&lt;br /&gt;So then we had to put up with SB Child sounding out simle things all through the journey "I can draw a figure of 8" e.c.t, e.c.t.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to take anything away from this, let it be "Do not speak to starngers on the bus, but if a child happens to get on the bus or a man looks like he is persiring heavily quickly vacate your seat and open a window - all silence will remain... Mostly"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-876696820064310739?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/876696820064310739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/bus-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/876696820064310739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/876696820064310739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/03/bus-blues.html' title='Bus Blues'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-6847152753806673474</id><published>2010-01-29T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:32:47.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era</title><content type='html'>Love it or hate it, you have to admit, that then end of Celebrity Big Brother is the end of an era. Its been an reality show that has dominated at least one month of each of the last seven years, but now it has breathed its final breath and crowned its final king, Alex Reid.&lt;br /&gt;Now think what you like about this series, you may watched it, you may not, you may have caught the odd few episodes late and night or early in the morning, but I personally think that it's been one of the funniest entertaining reality shows of the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;For once, their have been "celebrities" I have actually recognised, though this may be due to the fact that Channel 4 have decided they could shell out (like £350,000 for Vinnie Jones) for the very final series of Celebrity Big Brother. And those celebrities have laughed and bitched and in some's cases, Stephen Baldwin, preached to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I think it is time for Celebrity Big Brother to be evicted from our TV Sets. As amusing as we have found this final series, this may just be due to the sense of nolstagia that is enveloping us. "Ohh remember CBB1, when so-and-so went it and then so-and-so did that", if it stayed I think we would've been fed up with it and the final series wouldn't have been so explosive as it was this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye Davina, Celebrity Big Brother, Celebrity Big Brother's Big Mouth (that was a moutful!), George Lamb and Celebrity Big Brother's Little Brother. You will be locked away in the archives, bought out every decade or so, so the aging masses can remember the cult of the relaity TV Show that domnated our TV Sets for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-6847152753806673474?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6847152753806673474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/6847152753806673474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/6847152753806673474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-4176357981947490784</id><published>2010-01-24T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:56:29.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Its Been a While</title><content type='html'>its been a while, not only for posting blogs but for many other things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship troubles are some of the worst you can have, and if you're going through any right now, then I completely understand. I have been hurt so many times in my year long relationship, Ohh wait a year and one month today, I didn't even realise.&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that I forgive too easily. Take christmas for example, my boyfriend told me he cheated on me and after about 4 days I was like "I forgive you". I don't tell him that sometimes at night that I still picture him kissing another girl and I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Except its much more than crying, its physical pain. I can't breathe, my chest aches for breath and release, I open my mouth and scream but no sound comes out. This is much more than crying. This is like being broken into a million tiny pieces and not being able to be put back together. You may think its just one drunken kiss, but until it happens to you, you will never feel that inexpicable pain. The pain that is much more than pain itself.&lt;br /&gt;Now recently I never see my boyfriend anymore, outside of college and during college its no time at all. Its putting strain on our relationship and all we do is argue. Sometimes I think this relationship is bad for me, just because I'm in so deep. But I once told my boyfriend "no matter how much you hurt me, I could never tell you to leave", now that doesn't sound like a give and take relationship to me. It sounds like I give and you take and take, and I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, its just easier to be dead inside, I don't have to feel, I can plaster that fake smile across my face and laugh and joke with my friends. I can't feel pain because if you're dead, you don't feel pain. If I ever think about him and her then I just remind myself that I can't feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like a depressing post, but it helps to get things off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside I hope you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my heat beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In shattered pieces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That may never be replaced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I died right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd never be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-4176357981947490784?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4176357981947490784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/4176357981947490784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/4176357981947490784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been a While'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-8662884912431970785</id><published>2010-01-14T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:26:29.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought I Could Live In Your Arms</title><content type='html'>Am I a selfish person?&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend told me today that he won't be able to see me outside of college for at least a month, basically 13th February the day we go to London for the day [his christmas present to me].I tried to take the news well but unfortunately I HATE HATE HATE not being able to see him, its not like I see him much in college as it is.&lt;br /&gt;So I told him I'd just have to think of it as that we've broken up so I can't even see him anyway. I'm a bitch to him but I can't help it. I really struggle with it. I want him to do well, but I want him to make time for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: making time for someone, whether its five minutes or the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these lyrics are really helping me. I know we haven't broken up, but it feels like we're drifting apart anyway. I thought we'd last forever btu I'm realising that never happens with your first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; "I thought I could live in your arms&lt;br /&gt;and spend every moment I had with you&lt;br /&gt;stay up all n ight with the stars&lt;br /&gt;and confess all the faith I had in you&lt;br /&gt;to late, I'm sure and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;another dream wasted on you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayday Parade - 3 Cheers for 5 Years (Acoustic Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life is beautiful, sometimes you just have to open your eyes and see it*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-8662884912431970785?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8662884912431970785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-thought-i-could-live-in-your-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/8662884912431970785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/8662884912431970785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-thought-i-could-live-in-your-arms.html' title='I Thought I Could Live In Your Arms'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-1725913411303161838</id><published>2010-01-03T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:30:43.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Big Brother Celebs TV Reality'/><title type='text'>The Cult of the Reality TV Show</title><content type='html'>So it seems like Celebrity Big Brother has got me well and truly by the throat. I really did not think I would get into this and sadly I have. Usually I just watch the first episode, to see who's "starring" this year and then I tune out and fine something a little bit more high brow and intellectual, but sadly I am actualyl interested this year and... I have my own opinions about them all already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baldwin (actor man) - I thought he was BLIND, he has funny squinty eyes and I really don't think he's going to be that interesting in the house&lt;br /&gt;Page 3 "Lovely" - probably as much of a hit as Lucy Pinder. Guys were so excited to see a glamour model going in and they didn't even get a flash of anything.. (I'm NOT complaining, trust me!)&lt;br /&gt;Alex Reid - Pathetic and attention seeking, him and Dane Bower seem to be BFF's.. Haaa! A false act if I ever did see one!&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Beecham - Does not know what she has let herself in for! The poor dear, she's far too posh to be squashed into a mini with all the other z-listers.#&lt;br /&gt;Dane Bowers - See Alex Reid (Note, swap the words "Dane Bower" for Alex Reid)&lt;br /&gt;Sisqo - I'm never going to like anyone who became "famous" for singing about thongs &lt;-- I do not like them very much to be honest&lt;br /&gt;Lady Sovereign - Is alright, probably going to be explosive in the house probably..&lt;br /&gt;Prostitute.. Sorry Escort.. Heidi - Looks like she is sucking a lemon constantly, I guess she is going to be the most boring person in the house, she doesn't do anything or speak to anyone&lt;br /&gt;Ekaterina - looks like she will get on well with Page 3 Lovely, looks like a sweet innocent but I bet she can be bitchy..&lt;br /&gt;Basshunter - G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S he will be my bit of eye-candy in the house..&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie Jones - meh, I don't have an opinion on him, so what are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else getting obsessed with CBB?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-1725913411303161838?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1725913411303161838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/cult-of-reality-tv-show.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/1725913411303161838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/1725913411303161838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/cult-of-reality-tv-show.html' title='The Cult of the Reality TV Show'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-8115778163508120776</id><published>2010-01-02T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:36:05.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Holidays</title><content type='html'>Ahh the beautiful icy, white christmas holiday is over and soon it is time to return to college. I have had a lovely christmas. To be frank, I haven't spent much of it at home. The main days, Christmas Day and Boxing Day I spent with my family and then every other day I could manage I spent at my boyfriends house, his parent let me crash in the spare room twice which was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suckiest thing about this holiday has to be getting a cold/minor flu. Went to bed on Boxing Day and woke up Monday morning with a hacking cough, the night I supposed to stay at my boyfriend's. I hid it from my parents because if they have the faintest idea that I'm ill, it hometime for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went to Exeter with my boyfriend to do a bit of sale shopping, ridicously underdressed for being ill. Skinny jean, tin t-shirt with studded shoulders and a cropped leather jacket &lt;- But I did look damn hot, not to be vain. So I stayed the night and when I woke up I had lsot my voice completely, so that was really sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its the 2nd of January and I'm still Ill. I have college in 3 days time, I have Journalism homework still to do and I haven't even picked up a single set of notes for my Sociology and I have 13 days until the exam. But, hey, I'm looking on the bright side. I'm just gonna enjoy the rest of the holidays and then take each day as it comes. Im cooking a meal for my boyfriend on Monday night, so I will be blogging whilst cooking, coz I'm a genius, to let you know how its going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-8115778163508120776?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8115778163508120776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/8115778163508120776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/8115778163508120776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-holidays.html' title='The Christmas Holidays'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-8506351955279266686</id><published>2009-12-21T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:28:33.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anon</title><content type='html'>Beautiful but sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me constantly, but now you've done the worst. I know now these lips aren't mine, these arms aren't mine for they belonged to another girl, for however brief a period of time they still belonged. Yet somehow I'm choosing to forgive you, I told you once no matter how badly you hurt me I could never let you go. So I'm doing just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-8506351955279266686?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8506351955279266686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/anon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/8506351955279266686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/8506351955279266686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/anon.html' title='Anon'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-7164349729430503291</id><published>2009-12-06T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T03:48:52.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrooge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money</title><content type='html'>Christmas is such an epic fail ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you'll have just read the first line of the blog and immediatley jumped to the conclusion that I am some sort of Scrooge when it comes to the holiday season... Well its not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holiday season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love wrapping up in chunky cardigans and thick woollen scraves (the really nice extra long ones you can get from H&amp;amp;M)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love cuddling up under the duvet and sipping hot chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love wrapping presents and sending and receiving cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love singing the crappy christmas songs, that are always played far far too early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And most of all I love love love snow.. or as I pronounce it.. Schnow (don't ask)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thing is.. It's presents. I have so many people to buy for and, well to be honest, christmas presents are far to expensive. I have most them (I'll confess I started shopping in November) and they are all in bags under my bed.. But somehow I still have about £150 worth of shopping still to buy. IT IS INSANE!! I mean all this money on gifts. I think next year I'll go with the small, home made gifts and hope for the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the shortness of the blog and also sorry if I haven't posted anything for a while, I have been busy and nothing exciting really happens around here.. My hometown is, how I refer to as, a one horse town (I would be greatful if someone someday explaining the meaning to me). I'm not sur ehow many people even chekc this for updates but never mind. I will try to keep posting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-7164349729430503291?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7164349729430503291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-money-money.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/7164349729430503291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/7164349729430503291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-money-money.html' title='Money, Money, Money'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-6338048752750964026</id><published>2009-11-25T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:16:44.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclispe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenacious D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie Meyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>I'm just about to start watching Tenacious D, and I've remembered.. I've seen it before, watched it before, fallen asleep in it before and thought "this was the stupidest film I've ever seen" but meh, what are you gonna do.. Wednesday Night TV is terrible here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is got me thinking about Twilight. We quequed for an hour on Friday 20th to see it at 5.30 and I'm not sure if it was even worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've read every book, I have a huge psoter of Robert Pattison, or R-Pattz as we are no being forced to call it, plus a new A3 poster of New Moon (thankies Chay), I could answer pretty much any question about Twilight and I'm constantly defending the books to most people I know.. But the films have let me down so much that I'm wondering if its worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a die-hard.. possibly, I say it with sceptiscism, Twilight fan.. (Does this make me a TwiHard - an obssesive reader of Twilight, it is a disgusting sounding term, sounds like you've got aroused over the books).. anyway getting off the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a "TwiHard" I can't stand the films missing out the details and then adding non-bits in.. Like the school trip in Twilight replacing the Biology scene from the book.. Arghh I could've killed them, it is practically the best scene and they killed it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now New Moon. Five, no less, minutes in and they've already got a detail wrong.. Edward is supposed to kiss her whithered cheek not her hand, but hey, who can blame him, Bella's grandmother (her elder self) looks seriosuly messed up in the film... Plus coupled with two much violence, half that doesn't appear in the book, and plus they skip through the films so fast and the ending is terrible.. If you've read the books you know what the answer will be and if you haven't read the books  (you fools, you are not true fans, do not even use the term TwiHard in my present) then you will insist banging on about it for ages, despite the answer being obvious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really pissed me off, getting on the bus home form the cinema, a bunch of teenage girls get on, proclaiming "OMG that filsm was so amazing!", it wasn't that good, and also one of them then proclaimed "I am on Team Emmett!" For one thing, there is NO team Emmett. There is a TEAM EDWARD and a TEAM JACOB, because they are against each other, fighting for Bella.. Emmett is not fighting for bella, and he is not fighting to kill her.. Then there is no point of a team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my long abusive rant is over.. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;FallinNeonLight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-6338048752750964026?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6338048752750964026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2009/11/films.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/6338048752750964026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/6338048752750964026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2009/11/films.html' title='Films'/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5583804030108835477.post-4017866724790632829</id><published>2009-11-25T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:00:51.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So usually I'm on twitter, but basically (as much as I love Twitter) it is basically a facebook status update every so often, with the odd reply to the stupidest questions..&lt;br /&gt;But meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that I'm supposed to be keeping this blog to help anyone interested " .. and this is a big set of quotation marks.. "survive journalism". However I have discovered that there is not that much to help you with, but here you go anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep on top of tasks&lt;br /&gt;2. Always have money with you for printing&lt;br /&gt;3. Check work&lt;br /&gt;4. Be confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my offical blog of the night, I will be back in about 10 minutes to start the real-ness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, FallinNeonLight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5583804030108835477-4017866724790632829?l=fallinneonlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4017866724790632829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/4017866724790632829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5583804030108835477/posts/default/4017866724790632829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fallinneonlight.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>FallinNeonLight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11142750362451903359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iN5eKspvlo/SxuVLLMbfuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4h9Kr-5R3Wk/S220/hnm+x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
