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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 03:46:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 00:09:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>girl, you so funnnay. you straight up talk mad shit about your homegirl to me and act as if we&apos;re so close, then you go off acting as if you haven&apos;t done anything. bust a scandal much?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 23:18:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/6293/27450376134fcda866a8wm7.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone&apos;s caught up in their own love lives that i think i&apos;m starting to miss my homeboys that have been cvl.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 14:24:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>sept 19th, katie and i went to st b&apos;s carnival where we fucked around with this girl kimmy. all i did was pull her hair and she was already saying, &apos; i&apos;m sorry, please. &apos; bitch, anymore creativity? the day was chill, i suppose. deep conversations faaa reals. i love you girls. i wish i could just let you have hand-me-downs experiences, but i really don&apos;t believe that&apos;s the way to learn how to live your life. i met someone i find myself a tad bit interested in, but only if we have more encounters. otherwise, this whole thing hasn&apos;t even stepped onto the plate of acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept 20th, piano lesson and then katie&apos;s party around 7pm. we chilled there for an hour and then the homies split to tony&apos;s pad. we couldn&apos;t go in yet so we chilled at the park behind his house. we taxed randy, LOLOL. then, my parents picked me up at yogurt passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept 23rd, siglar park was chill as fuck. free food! LMAO. john crashed into my bike and we both fell. now i have a big ass bruise on my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept 25th, i went to visit duy and got him a pack of camel crush. chillled with billy afterwards then i split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept 26th, things were going well, but then i got caught up and got a citation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept 29th, i thought my po would flip out and just lock me up but surprisingly, she didn&apos;t even seem to mind.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 01:01:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Nothing ever happens in this town&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s the same old thing when we go out&lt;br /&gt;A new place to hang with the same crowd&lt;br /&gt;I looked up when you came and sat down&lt;br /&gt;Now, I&apos;m here with you and I&apos;m admiring the view&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never  ever, never ever cut me loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don&apos;t know what to do because I&apos;m falling into something&lt;br /&gt;Really can&apos;t stop me, I&apos;m knocking over everything and you just caught me&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish, I promise I&apos;ll mend this. &lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let you know, I&apos;m falling like a domino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always said true love never happens&lt;br /&gt;A little push just caused this chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you&apos;d be my distraction&lt;br /&gt;I admit, boy, you got me crashing&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m here with you and I&apos;m admiring the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down, you gon have my back.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 14:23:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m just about to rip off your dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyyyfe&apos;s good. I love my bitches.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 04:57:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>officially 15 and a half! helllllo driver&apos;s ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john came over so i could help him on his homework, hahaha! then, we went to the liquor store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blowing kisses to my handheld. ;*</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 06:06:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>school went by in a breeze. probation department went by fast too. mall was a bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;12&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 17:28:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>and when we have sex, he the best. &lt;br /&gt;shawty a ten, a ten, a ten. ;)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 06:38:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>truongg nguyEnn: he thinks your cute&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: LOl&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: wtf&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: LOL&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: liar&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: i put it down&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: don&apos;t say anything tho&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: -_-&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: he wanted to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: and wanted to sit next to you&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: and he was all like&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: &quot;only if i was single for a day&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels empty of company yet heavy of burden and confusion, struggling to fill this void in my heart. i&apos;m sick of having that feeling of something missing in my life or trying so hard to keep the pieces together when they&apos;re bound to fall apart. behind every cold bitch is a cold hearted society that made her this way ... yet, the love is still there, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m still having a bit of difficulty actually explaining what&apos;s been happening. priorities are finally set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got dropped off at westminster mall once dad picked me up from school. chris and i went to get some frozen yogurt at dreyers, i love that stuff! then, jeejee&apos;s parents gave us a ride to bella terra. i had a good time, although, it was a total bust.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 02:07:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Unfortunately, words don&apos;t hurt me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 04:34:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;Hens are not attracted to roosters due to physicality. Rather yet, they are attracted to when a rooster heroically clucks. Yet, the roosters cluck to protect their offsprings.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can humans be like that?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 23:40:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>k erryynguyenn: wowww you think so deeeeep&lt;br /&gt;k erryynguyenn: XD&lt;br /&gt;k erryynguyenn: yes you are :D&lt;br /&gt;k erryynguyenn: you&apos;re deep &amp; different :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCP was chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: andy changed you&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: but you&apos;re coming back to the person&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: who you really are back then&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: the &quot;FUCK YOU BITCH&quot;&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: &quot;I DON&apos;T GIVE TWO FUCKS&quot;&lt;br /&gt;truongg nguyEnn: *puffs a cigarette*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 05:22:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The block was chill. Then, Stater Bros. with my parents. One of the employees was sooo cute! &quot; You&apos;re with your parents? That&apos;s so cute. &quot; Hahahaha!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 00:19:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Baby girl, don&apos;t lose your faith&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause the storm don&apos;t last always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time. &lt;br /&gt;I swear I&apos;ll get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t you baby girls worry. I promise you, by 2010, it&apos;ll be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry you motherfuckers don&apos;t know what goes on inside my head. Just because I fucking smoke and shit doesn&apos;t make me a dumbass. I&apos;m sorry my vocabulary expands while you&apos;re stuck with speaking a 4 yr old&apos;s lingo. I&apos;m fucking sorry for not knowing how to care about something. I&apos;m sorry I harbor on that &apos;fuck it&apos; attitude. I&apos;m sorry I come off strong and bitchy. I&apos;m sorry I strut like I fucking own the world, not in shame and holding my head down because even though I don&apos;t have the world in the palm of my hands, the idea of it is nice. I&apos;m sorry I don&apos;t pussy out when it comes down to it all like rank ass bitches. I&apos;m fucking sorry I&apos;m so independent because I understand I don&apos;t need another soul in this world to screw me over. I&apos;m sorry payback&apos;s a bitch and that I do it ten folds. I&apos;m sorry even though shit bugs, I&apos;m still maintaining like the Lord gonna save me one day although I don&apos;t go to church on a regular basis or even pray at all. I&apos;m sorry I&apos;m running to Him when my life&apos;s in the rough. Stop tryna figure me out, because you will never know what&apos;s underneath. Beauty&apos;s skin deep, right? You gotta search real deep in me then. Word, motherfucker.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 01:01:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Goodbye Huntington Beach High School,&lt;br /&gt;Hello Westminster High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;11&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 04:09:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Smoked some homegrown, dank ass motherfucking herbal essence today with about six heads. As the high kicked in, I&apos;m frantically fixated on the thoughts of the could be&apos;s.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:15:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today was fucking chill. I loved the people today. Although always Westminster bound, I&apos;m loving my lyyyfe right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W A S H Y0 FEET: like evrytime you talk to me, i&apos;m always like. i wish i was like ha, cause she knows so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 03:10:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;I really like her. My mom likes her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I wanted to be with her, not her friend.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why is she so hard to get? What can I do to get her to fucking like me?&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 00:38:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I need you to meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I believe God painted you just for me. Darling, you must be deaf, you must be blind to not see my affection or deep stares in your direction. Or, do you seem them? Do they haunt you and scare you? DO you not want them to cast your way? Is that why you do nothing in response? No rejection or even affection. You just add to my deception until I change my perception of you and your mind, then I lose mine, because it&apos;s filled with thrills that can&apos;t be induced by pills and it kills wondering what he feels and if when the dealer deals, will I get a lovely pair or will a lonely ace add to my despair until I come to conclusion that life&apos;s just not fair and the air that breathe is no longer sweet. Is it that you fail to see it because you too feel the same and your lust puts a veil over your face so you can&apos;t see that I long for you the way you do for me. Are you just as scared as I am of the idea of rejection or that I might discover you want to be my lover, but in reality, every conversation fills you with a sweet sensation that you hold onto just like I do. What an inhumane doom for one to despire and aspire to be by one&apos;s side and all along, the centerpiece of the affection knows of the pursuer&apos;s direction but says nothing and lets them live a life of false hopes and horrible pain with no chance of gain. It is an evil dance of man to hold back knowledge or truth just to watch others make mistakes and live in a goof. So, answer this question because I can&apos;t answer for you. Just one word, yes or no. Am I wasting my time to pursue you so?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 23:35:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>AHOYMICHELLE: like i wish i was in your position at times because i hate having to know that there are things that i can&apos;t do.&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: you know? just take advantage of your freedom to surf the crowd&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: and see what other types of people there are around here&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: because you always&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: seem to find the wrong guy&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: either that, or they weren&apos;t good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: you shouldn&apos;t take it on yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: freak me babyyyy&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: just like that&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: i wanna be your nastay maaaaan&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: let me lick you up and down&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: til you say stop&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: let me play with your body baby&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: make you real hot&lt;br /&gt;HATRU0NG: ROFL :-)&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: oh&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: my&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: and you ask me&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: why you can&apos;t get guys?&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: and this is my answer&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: what you just said&lt;br /&gt;AHOYMICHELLE: right there</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 04:36:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I love you, Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit&apos;s been chill like fuck. Still holding my head up high. Just composing and rearranging my thoughts.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 09:10:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You see, I know this boy, not fairly well in my opinion, but I can say he has the mind of a natural intellectual. Just lazy, is all. He&apos;s kind and pleasant perhaps with a cynical sense of humor too, but today, he spoke to me for a brief moment of regret and uncertainty. I asked, &quot;You still miss her, don&apos;t you?&quot; I can imagine his response even if he didn&apos;t say much, &quot;So much, you don&apos;t even know. I miss her so damn much.&quot; And I felt sad for him. For those who love me as I am should be thankful for the actions in which I regret for they are the actions that have shaped me the most, albeit, they make me love myself the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for this boy I feel so sorry for, I don&apos;t reminisce like he does and I am not nearly yearning for the past as he is. He lives with his past as I live along side mine but that moment he spoke to me where the words came from his heart and not his mind, I believe it is that moment that I saw my whole life flash before me. Not as the future, but as the horrible past. This beautiful soul I feel so much pity for and yet, I have now come to see that I should pity myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Amen.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 16:59:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Summer 2009 - Japan, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the city below our feet and I was hesitant because of my fear of heights, but you still took my hand and displayed the beauty. This time, I embraced the butterflies as I willingly jumped, not into love, but something like it. My biggest regret is not pussying out and letting go of your grasp because I guess I&apos;ll admit, I fell too damn hard, disregarding our attempts to try and move at a snail&apos;s pace and when you questioned if I knew my limit? Shit, not with you. Sometimes, I feel like this was all kismet, written in the stars or some shit like it because before you ran with my heart, you walked with my mind.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 05:36:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>How is one to build a foundation based on anything ranging from friendship to even a relationship if one is not putting in enough effort? What you give is what you receive, baby.</description>
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