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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 04:34:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Bad</title>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;may have counted my eggs too soon. Shame. Let nature be my rescue.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 16:42:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To all North Meck Seniors</title>
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  <description>WE&apos;RE GRADUATING TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We survived the hell of high school (and IB for a lot of us). We should all be damn proud of ourselves and make it a good one. I&apos;m incredibly excited to hear Brecia&apos;s speech, I know she&apos;ll make it amazing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 06:36:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Gift Giving</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t understand why others seem to put so little effort into gifts sometimes. Well, no. Okay I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know why, and it&apos;s understandable, but you&apos;d think for certain people they&apos;d at least try to get something really worthwhile. You get them the meaningful present, ON TIME. Timing isn&apos;t exactly crucial...but it&apos;s comforting to know they at least wanted you to be happy on your birthday. I&apos;ve been at fault a few times too for being late, but usually I really try to get it on time, and fail in some way or another. I&apos;m hoping that&apos;s why others don&apos;t get theirs in on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do some just not care about the packaging? I guess people don&apos;t care much for it because it&apos;s not practical. But it means something when you hand the person a present that looks like it took time to wrap and is beautifully presented. It means even more when there&apos;s something inside that shows they tried to get something specifically for YOU. Not something generic that could be given to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a gift is a gift I guess, and any gift is appreciated. At least I know I always try to appeal to the person in some way, even those I don&apos;t know all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I think gift giving is actually fun and I would do it so much if I had money. But I don&apos;t ):</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 03:43:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Eighteen in 11 hours</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s 11:37 PM currently as I type this entry. I only just found out my one regular teacher is letting the IB kids take our exam early...nobody warned me it was on my birthday. So here I was at 10 PM, discovering news of an exam and madly studying away. Great. And I thought I&amp;nbsp;could get sleep to enjoy my birthday too. Anyway, I&apos;m excited for these last few minutes of 17. By the time I come home from the exam tomorrow, shower, and head out to Sophia&apos;s...I&apos;ll have turned the magical 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly the second I&apos;m 18 my brain undergoes wonderous brain changes so I mature, says my father. Well, he says it&apos;s possible anyway. Angie swung by today to give me my present since I&apos;d be out all day tomorrow, and I couldn&apos;t help myself! I had to open it! Thank you dearest for my lovely green Kirby-looking lamp thing. I love it a ton, can&apos;t wait to deck out my UNC dorm with it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is a bit sad that because I don&apos;t celebrate my birthday, I get very few presents. And it&apos;s not that I need presents, but the thought is nice. The upside is, you find out who your true friends are, who actually cares about you through it all. Thank you all, you know who you are. I love you guys.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 01:30:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Mas y Mas</title>
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  <description>There is nothing I&amp;nbsp;love more than feeling speechless because of love. Well maybe being with Chris &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; better...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 14:12:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m so Anxious</title>
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  <description>to know who my roommate will be.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 04:44:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh dang.</title>
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  <description>Chapel Hill&apos;s financial aid (for me) is now in.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 02:45:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It finally hit me.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve always realized I&apos;ll be graduating soon and leaving for college, spending months away from my family, and I&apos;ve always realized it&apos;ll be a sad event...but it never hit me....until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then my dad reminded me of why I wanted to run away....or punch him in the face.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Feb 2009 04:21:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YAY!</title>
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  <description>My horoscope today was 100% accurate, for once! YAY! Creepy &amp;amp; awesome!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 01:11:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Repression</title>
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  <description>it&apos;s all I ever really do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it seems to work.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 21:47:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I have one new years resolution</title>
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  <description>1. Get back my abs. Damn this belly flab from the holidays!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 06:38:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Get Smart</title>
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  <description>For some reason I was feeling a bit down today but then I watched Get Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to see that movie, it looked so damn stupid. However, I heard from Vyvy that it was pretty good, so I watched it, and I&amp;nbsp;absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It completely brought me out of the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&apos;re interested, here&apos;s a link to the movie (awesome quality): &lt;a href=&quot;http://divxmoviez4u.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-smart-2008.html&quot;&gt;http://divxmoviez4u.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-smart-2008.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[scroll all the way down to the bottom and you&apos;ll see a player with a big blue X]</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:45:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Poetry Response for English</title>
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  <description>If only we could all return to the life of yesteryear&lt;br /&gt;in which the roses of our hearts bloomed and blossomed.&lt;br /&gt;Red with passion, deep, bright, our blood flows--&lt;br /&gt;and the sun would flirt with sky,&lt;br /&gt;bringing forth clouds as gifts of appreciation;&lt;br /&gt;and the moon would gather all the stars in the universe&lt;br /&gt;paint fits of leaps, twinkling with the crossed boundaries&lt;br /&gt;of &amp;quot;I love you&amp;quot;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fated lovers across the nation will shed tears tonight,&lt;br /&gt;the pool of tears shall swell in the harmony that the Heavens wish&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s sting of salt intertwined with sweet sugars of uplifting joy.&lt;br /&gt;Arms will reach far and wide across a distance of miles&lt;br /&gt;separated by the vastest of mountains and the smallest of bridges&lt;br /&gt;and lips shall touch, light upon one another for inside their very souls,&lt;br /&gt;fated lovers are aware of a secret beyond what the common man knows-&lt;br /&gt;Be it but a brush of the skin, a voice to soothe the woes, or love&apos;s scripts of composed lines,&lt;br /&gt;for fated lovers know: even when the sun sets, the sun still shines.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 03:22:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>December Delights</title>
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  <description>I would like steal a few minutes of everyone&apos;s valuable time tonight to inform the lovely Livejournalers that I am in an extremely wonderful mood and have been for the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I can remember being quite so deliciously happy was about a year and a half ago, when life felt perfect. Even then, I&apos;m not sure if it can compare to this inexplicable feeling that has overwhelmed me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body, my very essence, my soul feels light. It&apos;s as if all the sadness that has ever corrupted my heart finally surrendered in a long battle with fleeting happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season puts me in a great mood, but that&apos;s just one factor. Even my family has been kinder in the past days and I&apos;ve been laughing with my mother more often. My dad has shared more private family stories with me that hewouldn&apos;t have dared to before. I&apos;ve even been given the okay to skip (horrendous) family outings to chill with friends if I really want to. These are all brand new opportunities and experiences for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I are better than ever. Our near breakeup paved the way for something new, something grand. An incredible change has swept over our relationship, and my little heart applauds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is the same as always -- but Kiwi shall not let that bring her down.&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi shall not let anything bring her down! She made a vow and she intends to keep it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If hearts could smile, mine surely would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ladies and gents,&lt;br /&gt;remember to be kind (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kiwikinks/pic/00015kt1/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;width: 491px; height: 333px;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/Kiwi%20and%20Chris/IMG_0063_small_edit.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 03:27:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Home in Happiness</title>
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  <description>Humans become habituated to things. &lt;br /&gt;The rumble of a noisy train eventually fades into the background.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy chirping crickets eventually lull you to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The city&apos;s chatter and bustle eventually seems as quiet as the peaceful countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way humans, become habituated to emotions.&lt;br /&gt;If one feels sadness or pain for extended periods of time, it becomes so embedded into their system, that sadness is normal.&lt;br /&gt;One ceases to remember the day smiles stopped spreading naturally. &lt;br /&gt;One ceases to remember when that little voice inside your head has to remind you &amp;quot;be happy&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when true happiness comes your way, it&apos;s possibly one of the best feelings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And for once in my life, I&amp;nbsp;feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how good it feels.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 20:13:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/b&gt; I&apos;ve received the pictures! Here are the ones I like most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[New ones at top] [Link to photographer&apos;s Xanga now available]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend and I had our photoshoot on Tuesday (Nov. 11), courtesy of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.xanga.com/AnnTran_soflyy&quot;&gt;Ann Nguyen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited by me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nov. 11, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update time stamp once all pictures are up!&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s a sneak peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggybacking cause I&apos;m a bum. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://x54.xanga.com/f76850f1c7048220774121/b173140168.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 675px; height: 450px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0076_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A favorite:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://xce.xanga.com/a46f0a3044435220757369/b173125876.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 674px; height: 450px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0067_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reeled him in with my scarf, but you can&apos;t really tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://xe6.xanga.com/413c6a3bd1d31220777051/b173142613.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 674px; height: 449px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0054_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://x3c.xanga.com/7d2c9b3b52430220753624/b173122983.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://x72.xanga.com/b80c860041730220777910/b173143378.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 674px; height: 450px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0061_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unedited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://x3c.xanga.com/7d2c9b3b52430220753624/b173122983.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://xf7.xanga.com/d95823ea13569220753004/b173122502.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 672px; height: 449px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0063_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://x9b.xanga.com/fcdc963275131220751903/b173121597.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 677px; height: 448px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0170_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://x96.xanga.com/64bf1a0746232220778283/b173143696.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 677px; height: 452px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0162_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favorite:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://x3c.xanga.com/7d2c9b3b52430220753624/b173122983.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 684px; height: 456px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0156_small_2&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://x12.xanga.com/ee1c863230730220751539/b173121285.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 685px; height: 457px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0193_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://xf9.xanga.com/0d1c6a30c8431220752482/b173122081.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 688px; height: 459px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0102_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Getting up into that tree was probably one of the most difficult things I&apos;ve ever done! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://x96.xanga.com/42382be6d6468220780052/b173145240.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 651px; height: 448px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0092_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height=&quot;972&quot; src=&quot;http://x80.xanga.com/61af133116133220756484/w173125168.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0094_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://xd0.xanga.com/e45c84e4d8033220976332/b173317827.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 670px; height: 448px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0207_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splashes of sunglight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://x29.xanga.com/e778501a76208220169331/b172610462.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 676px; height: 451px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0126_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unedited:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://xd7.xanga.com/d2ff02e6c7432220975584/b173317193.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 676px; height: 451px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0122_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Undedited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://x38.xanga.com/202c9b3537c30220756382/b173125083.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 677px; height: 451px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0112&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unedited&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://xc1.xanga.com/90ef20e347534220975699/b173317277.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 678px; height: 454px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0114&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker for sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://xd1.xanga.com/c2e850e613308220753271/b173122711.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 677px; height: 456px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0142_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and bitter goodbyes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://xa4.xanga.com/3a6c9b3548030220781084/w173146147.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 675px; height: 888px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0136_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://xe2.xanga.com/b3fc87e617c33220176772/b172616673.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 675px; height: 451px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0197_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ABSOLUTE favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://x6b.xanga.com/af5f07e375235220168997/w172610188.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 672px; height: 1002px;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0159_small&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 22:56:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I only want her body</title>
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  <description>Written by a man. I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;I only want her body.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;1&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot; class=&quot;blogbody snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;5%&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;What if I only wanted her for her body? What if I only wanted to greet her in the morning with my lips and tell her good night the same way?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What if I only wanted wanted to hold her hand as tightly as possible, have her grip in my own and wrap her in my arms. Touch her every corner and curve and tease her until she touched me back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What if I only wanted her eyes to pierce deeply into my soul and read my mind. Connect with my own eyes and have a private conversation in a code only she can understand. With each passing glance she would know exactly how I feel and I her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What if I only wanted her for her feet? To walk with me during the hard times and kick away the crap that plagued my being. To stamp down with authority in her own opinions and get a running start surprising me by taking the initiative to jump at any moment she sees fit. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What if I only wanted her for her chest? Something I could lay my head on and listen to the measure of her heart, and how much of it beats for me when I&apos;m near. Something to make me remember &amp;quot;if you respect her, you&apos;ll look at her in the eyes when she&apos;s talking to you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What if I only wanted her for her backside. Something to sneak up on and wrap my arms around for nothing but the simple pleasure of feeling her against me. Just a subtle way to remind her that through everything &amp;quot;I&apos;ve got her back.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So, whats wrong if I only wanted her for her body?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 20:47:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;RATE IT A 5! (on youtube)!! WATCH THE VID!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click here for the youtube page: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uriPHB9LtPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It&apos;s for the Anh Oi contest. The winner is whoever has the highest ratings and most views. So yeah. HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljembed&quot; embedid=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;14&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:05:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Colorgenics Test</title>
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  <description>I found this test of one off of the Xanga blogs I read, and she was curious as to whether this test worked as well for everyone as it does for her.&lt;br /&gt;I tried it and well it was DEAD ON. So the first thought would be &quot;Well, its probably a general result that applies to everyone!&quot; Wrong, this girl has taken it mutliple times and each time it is very different, but always accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it you guys! --&amp;gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/&quot;&gt;test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are seeking protection against anything which might seem to be exhausting you or tiring you out. It would appear that you are seeking a life of security and physical ease, free from any problem or disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in need of rest, some peace and quiet. You feel the need to be close to that someone special, that someone who can give you that special consideration and unquestioning affection that you seek. If you don&apos;t find that &apos;special someone&apos; and resolve your problems very soon, you are liable to become extremely introverted and cut yourself off from society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for you to accept that your needs and desires are misunderstood by almost everyone within your sphere of influence and there is no one to rely on. Your pent-up emotions and inherent egocentricity make you quick to take offence, but as matters stand you realise that you&apos;ll have to make the best of things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are experiencing more than your fair share of stress following an acute disappointment. This may be the result of subconscious conflict between hope and necessity. The tension that you are experiencing following your unfulfilled hopes have given rise to anxious uncertainty. You have no doubt that things could get better in the future and so you refuse to make the necessary essential decisions. This conflict between hope and necessity is creating considerable pressure. Instead of resolving this by facing up to making the essential decisions, you are likely to vacillate and concern yourself with trivialities of little consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moody and depressed at this time but it will pass. All of your hopes and dreams seem to have gone astray and you are fearful of planning further for the future. Disappointment at the non fulfilment of your hopes and the fear that to formulate fresh goals will only lead to further setbacks have resulted in considerable anxiety and you try to escape from this by withdrawing into yourself. But that is not the answer. You have the power to succeed, believe in yourself... all is possible to him who believes.off&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 19:43:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Love in this Club</title>
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  <description>Hahahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&amp;lt;/lj-embed&amp;gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 04:48:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No Texting!</title>
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  <description>don&apos;t text me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 19:09:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>17th Birthday</title>
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  <description>I felt as if I should blog today just because it IS my birthday. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s been the loneliest birthday I&apos;ve had in a while, but that&apos;s probably because this year it fell smack dab in the middle of exam week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t even take time off today to enjoy myself and plus it was raining the entire day. POURING! I walked home cold, shivering, and drenched, hugging my bag close to my body hoping that would keep the rain from dripping down my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it hasn&apos;t been bad. I&apos;ve gotten bombarded with birthday comments on facebook and myspace. About 51 (maybe less maybe more?) birthday facebook comments I think. I&apos;m not sure how many on Myspace, but not much there. Myspace is dead after all. But Chris even commented me on both sites! And he doesn&apos;t even go online, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did get 2 birthday phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No texts though, because I&apos;m over and that&apos;s not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sophia came by to drop off a whole batch of brownies and my present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jess! Thank you Sophia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents on the other hand, didn&apos;t even say acknowledge my birthday.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 15:49:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>click on the picture to make it bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/94226190826891/photo.html&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15944&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; src=&quot;http://x94.xanga.com/226c6052c2232190826891/z146910544.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/221c2190826800/photo.html&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15942&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; src=&quot;http://x22.xanga.com/1c2c4456c2430190826800/z146910459.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/5ca5b190827109/photo.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://x5c.xanga.com/a5bc7a44c2733190827109/z146910735.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15949&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we do when we wait for our food to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/f188d190827352/photo.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://xf1.xanga.com/88dc7457c7333190827352/z146910956.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15954&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/e36af190827451/photo.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://xe3.xanga.com/6afc4a56c8630190827451/z146911048.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15955&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/4ed28190827713/photo.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://x4e.xanga.com/d28c7a4417633190827713/z146911288.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15956&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/0081b190827830/photo.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://x00.xanga.com/81bc734bd1d33190827830/z146911392.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15957&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/4e3f2190827979/photo.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://x4e.xanga.com/3f2c8a4b50534190827979/z146911527.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15958&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAZOO&apos;S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photo.xanga.com/xx_lil_miss_viet_xx/e934e190828048/photo.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://xe9.xanga.com/34ec644431732190828048/z146911584.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none; border-width: 0px;&quot; title=&quot;SDC15959&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 20:41:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ferocious Love</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The fire&apos;s flame burns and whips,&lt;br /&gt; Much like the love we drown in slow steady sips.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The flame&apos;s intensity burns strong to last,&lt;br /&gt; Much like the love that we hold steadfast.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The fire&apos;s flame lashes to and fro,&lt;br /&gt; Much like the tears of our love&apos;s woes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The flame&apos;s intensity strikes those who dare,&lt;br /&gt; Much like the compassion of those who will to care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The fire&apos;s flame intends to shed light,&lt;br /&gt; Much like love&apos;s bittersweet bites.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 17:58:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Honda won&apos;t let me steal my own radio</title>
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  <description>Honestly, the world loves Honda and plenty of other Asian made cars, but this is by far the stupidest thing I think Honda has ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, as I drove to school it was raining outside a bit, so I turned the lights on, as did everyone else on the road. However by the time I reached school it was as sunny as the middle of July, so I parked, locked the car, and headed off towards my AP exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELLO! TURN OFF YOUR HEADLIGHTS STUPID GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Clearly, I didn&apos;t realize my lights were still on, and so when I came back 4.5 hours later to go the mall, I couldn&apos;t so much as unlock the car. I immediately knew something was wrong. Of course, I just used my key to manually open the car door, but once I got in and attempted to turn on the engine, which did not work, I knew the battery had died. Moreover, I definitely knew because right after that I saw that I had not turned off my headlights and started swearing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! So after my car got jumpstarted twice, because it died twice, I discovered that the radio would not work. Not even the CD player would work. &lt;b&gt;NOTHING WORKED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the fourth freakout of the day. All that came up was CODE. or ERR&lt;br /&gt;Or something similar, and so I decided my parents probably knew what was wrong. It turns out, they didn&apos;t. &lt;br /&gt;So I looked it up online and there is uniform resentment against Honda&apos;s antitheft system with the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My options:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The code is on a sticker which came with the manual. I bought the car used, therefore, no manual.&lt;br /&gt;2) It&apos;s possible the sticker may have been placed inconspicuously inside the car (ex: in glove compartment), so I can look there&lt;br /&gt;3) Ask this guy I know who has the same model car as me to see if he has the manual or code&lt;br /&gt;4) If 1, 2 and 3 don&apos;t work, there is a POSSIBLE method. Turn the radio off. Press 1 and 6 simultaneously while turning radio on. 4 numbers should appear, followed by another 4 numbers. That 8 digit number is your radio serial number. Call Honda and tell them this serial number along with your VIN and all that jazz, and they should be able to give you your code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only just figured this all out about 30 minutes ago. I was excited to find there is a possible solution to the agonizing drives with only the hum of the engine to fill the air. Excruciating. However, as I dashed to the kitchen in search of my keys, they were nowhere to be seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah damn it all. My mother took my car to work. Then my father started yelling at me. Meanwhile my boyfriend is mad at me and I have major assignments to finish, a test to study for that nobody understands, and a shitload of chores to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This deal with Chris is getting out of hand. He&apos;s never left me by choice before. Never. Not on the phone. Not online. Not in person. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time. I just realized that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;At least I&apos;m not a mother, or it would have been a hell of a Mother&apos;s Day.&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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