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  <title>Non-Stop Ultimate Pumping</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 05:36:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>4?</title>
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  <description>4 letters cannot justify one big word&apos;s grandiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because with it comes happiness. Ecstasy. Contentment. Complacency. Pain. Tears. Smiles. Laughs. Strength. Butterflies in your stomach. Eye-twitching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you jump for joy. Squirm in discomfort. Tremble with fear. Sleep in peace. Awaken with expectations. Wiggle your toes. Giggle when no one&apos;s looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These still aren&apos;t enough to describe its grandiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I _____ you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because 4 letters cannot justify what I feel for you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 13:34:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>F.U.</title>
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&lt;strong&gt;Just grow the fuck up and act your age!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t even mind you or give a fuck about you, you insecure psycho bitch. This isn&apos;t the first time, and when you used to talk shit about me before, I just let it go because of the fact that you are a girl. But this is too much. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Get a life and stop shitting mine!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 07:15:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Robert Perovich</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/paris029xp7.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nationality:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date of Birth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 January, 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birth Place:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vancouver, British Columbia (Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&apos;2&amp;quot;/ 188 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eyes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chest:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39&amp;quot;/ 99 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waist:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31&amp;quot;/ 79 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&amp;quot;/ 39 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European 45, US 11, UK 10.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/8691000464ay.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/8691000470vh.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/8691000489rl.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/8691000497vg.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*info and photos from MODELHOMMES&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 00:44:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;m just a little bit caught in the middle</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/18875.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Being in a Catholic family, it is mandatory for us to fast from Good Friday &apos;til the morning of Easter Sunday. Every Good Friday we have a big lunch, becauce come 3 o&apos;clock, we refrain from eating and drink soup instead. And me, being stupid, didn&apos;t eat much during lunch yesterday, hence the growling stomach that woke me up this morning. Mom&apos;s making soup now and I feel I&apos;ll be able to finish the whole can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I&apos;ve been thinking much lately about my life. Yuck, I sound so old. Anyway, I just came to realize that I expect too much from people, especially my friends. For the past few days, I&apos;ve felt so &amp;quot;pushed aside&amp;quot; just because my friends haven&apos;t been talking to me or texting me. But then, maybe it&apos;s also my fault because I don&apos;t reach out either and instead of making conversation, I just wait here, staring at the screen until someone IMs. Bah. I mean, my friends DO give me time, but I guess what I&apos;m scared of is that since we&apos;re not in high school anymore, we might just drift apart, all of us. I guess I&apos;m just worrying too much. I miss my friends.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 04:42:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nils Butler</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/pola4z.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/pola1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;PHOTO SOURCE: muskcatie @ &lt;b&gt;modelhommes.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 16:33:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the heat of summer sunshine</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;1&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/summer.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has begun and the heat is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I&apos;m sorry for the abrupt hiatus. I concentrated so much on school and everything. Well, just to update you guys, I finally graduated from high school. It was a bittersweet moment really, I&apos;ll miss all those faces I&apos;ve come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has been kind of a bore. I&apos;m a stay-at-home person usually, but damn, I just wanna get out of here and have a sweet vacation in an unknown paradise. It really sucks missing out on certain adventures with friends just because you can&apos;t afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I&apos;m just thinking positive nowadays. College is coming and I can&apos;t wait! I&apos;m also stoked &apos;cause I got this letter from this Mr. Nobel guy inviting me to a scholar thingy. Yay!&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 04:28:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>spring summer 2009</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/1338/00110mzh1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;D&amp;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/5770/00170myg2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Viktor&amp;Rolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/8708/00200mhl0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img397.imageshack.us/img397/1883/00050mow6.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Moschino&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 16:21:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>question</title>
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  <description>It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes or No?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 02:48:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FREAKING SHIT</title>
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  <description>I forgot to submit a college application form. And the test&apos;s tomorrow. OMG. I am counting on 3 universities. Please, please, please God. I swear I&apos;ll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW. I am so SORRY everyone for being on hiatus and not being able to post comments or reply to comments. Work sucks, but I&apos;m loving every bit of senior year :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 15:11:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>:(</title>
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  <description>i feel so unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug me please</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 09:45:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>if i fell</title>
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  <description>If I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Would you promise to be true&lt;br /&gt;And help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&apos;cause I&apos;ve been in love before&lt;br /&gt;And I found that love was more&lt;br /&gt;Than just holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I must be sure&lt;br /&gt;From the very start&lt;br /&gt;That you would love me more than her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I trust in you, oh please&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t run and hide&lt;br /&gt;If I love you too, oh please&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t hurt my pride like her&lt;br /&gt;&apos;cause I couldn&apos;t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I would be sad if our new love was in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you see that I&lt;br /&gt;Would love to love you&lt;br /&gt;And that she will cry&lt;br /&gt;When she learns we are two&lt;br /&gt;cause I couldn&apos;t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;and I would be sad if our new love was in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I hope you see that I&lt;br /&gt;would love to love you&lt;br /&gt;and that she will cry when she learns we are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fell in love with you</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 14:12:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>unsent</title>
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  <description>It really hit me hard. Why should I give a damn, when you don&apos;t even give a fuck about me? I mean, why do I want to hold on to someone who I know does not appreciate anything I do? I freed myself from the chains that bound me to you. It&apos;s hard, losing the person I trust the most. Although I&apos;d never say it straight to your face, you really are the person I could tell ANYTHING to. I&apos;m sure you know that. It&apos;ll be hard, trying to find someone to replace you. Actually, no one will EVER replace you. That&apos;s what hurts the most. You&apos;re the best, and I can&apos;t have you. I can&apos;t keep chasing you, because it hurts me too much. I&apos;ve been eating less, losing focus, all because of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if this is happening to you too. Do you even think about me? Do you remember all the things? And then I realize I&apos;m fooling myself. I&apos;m not that important anyways. It really gets me going when I see you and you see me, but all we can do is nod our heads to say hi. Is that really all we have left? A little hi&apos;s and hello&apos;s? I never would have imagined before that I would feel this way about a friend. I hate the melodrama, but it&apos;s the kind of friendship wherein you learn to love. I guess I can thank you for that. You are so accepting and understanding, and I love you for that. But with how things are going, it hurts. Really. So I guess this is goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I&apos;m always here if you need me. Just because we&apos;re not friends anymore, doesn&apos;t mean I&apos;ve stopped loving you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 12:07:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>colon - closed parenthesis</title>
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  <description>I will never be to you what you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited.</description>
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  <lj:music>the kills || black balloon</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 01:06:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>questions</title>
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  <description>What do you do when you want something that you know you&apos;ll never have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you love someone who&apos;ll never love you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you know all your efforts are going nowhere?</description>
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  <lj:music>damien rice || the blower&apos;s daughter</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 11:04:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>4th grade all over again</title>
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  <description>You lost. Just accept it. You don&apos;t even deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this straight. You think EVERYONE likes you. You think that no one would stand up to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am. And I won&apos;t back down. You&apos;re wrong, you&apos;re a bitch, you have a bad attitude. You&apos;re a skunk (and a skank too), a jealous monster. Eat some dirt, &apos;cause I won&apos;t let you win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better watch your back, asshole. I&apos;m coming to get you.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 14:03:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i am a fever</title>
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  <description>People usually see me generally as a happy person, the one who&apos;s always smiling, cracking jokes, and being able to lighten up the mood in any room. That&apos;s why it came as a surprise when one of my friends reprimanded me once for being too distant and accused me of having trust problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was really taken aback and very offended. How did he have the nerve to judge me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I reacted that way because I didn&apos;t want to admit to myself that he was able to describe me, right at the bull&apos;s eye. I don&apos;t really know why I have such a big trust problem, but it&apos;s just that I hate having to share my problems with other people. It&apos;s just that I have this thought lingering at the back of my mind, telling me that other people have their own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry I never told you, but when you asked me how I was, I was ecstatic. And now it hurts because it seems that you fail to see what lies behind the smiles I flash nowadays.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 17:01:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>there are no diamonds in the sky</title>
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  <description>So it&apos;s around 1 A.M. and her I am staring at the screen, waiting for my friend to finish his damn proposal so that I can share my day with him. See, I&apos;m such a good friend. And I need this out of my system, but fuck, if it were me: BROS over WORK. Any day, man. Hope you learn that valuable lesson, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I am so drained and my inner-side forearm hurts. I hope it isn&apos;t anything serious like carpal tunnel or anything, but bah. The pain comes back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I&apos;ve been waiting since NINE PEE-EM, and he&apos;s still not done with his work? LIAR! FRIENDSHIP OVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone.</description>
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  <lj:music>coldplay || yellow</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 06:44:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the sound of thunder</title>
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  <description>A flurry of arrows shot at my back. Faint whispers fill the air, creating this irritating noise which makes my eyes twitch. I want to fall to the ground and just lie there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won&apos;t make them see they&apos;re winning.</description>
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  <lj:mood>indescribable</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 05:27:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i can see us dying</title>
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  <description>Something inside me, jealousy perhaps, was ripping me in two; my heart in one hand and my head on the other, I felt like bursting into tears, regardless of how many people were inside the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel that way? Why do I feel this rush of blood to the head whenever I see you having fun with other people. Maybe it&apos;s because I blame myself for our failed friendship. Can you blame me? I&apos;ve been trying to save the little that we had left, but really, it felt like trying to collect water into a cupped hand. You kept slipping away and I was never able to grab hold of you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels sad to lose such a great friend like you. Last night I prayed for you to be happy, even if I wasn&apos;t part of the picture. That&apos;s really all I want now. Maybe I&apos;m not the friend you need. But right now, I need you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times I used to call you late at night and you would listen. That honesty between us, where has it gone? When I remember those times, my eyes swell and tears flow down my cheeks, but as quickly as they come down, I wipe them off. What&apos;s the use of crying? I&apos;ll never find a friend as great as you. And I&apos;ll never forgive myself for failing to save our friendship.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 05:15:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;m a new soul</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s106/ecapeartist/gucciblog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Gucci ensemble looks really good. I particularly like the pants; I&apos;ve been thinking about getting plaid pants/shorts, but I don&apos;t think it would ever look good on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&apos;ll leave my journal public first, since I don&apos;t even have LJ friends apart from you, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_crynarcissus&apos; lj:user=&apos;crynarcissus&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crynarcissus.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://crynarcissus.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;crynarcissus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahaha! Ohh. I&apos;ve also decided that I want to visit Uruguay. Just sayin&apos;.</description>
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  <lj:music>sean kingston || beautiful girls</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">sean kingston || beautiful girls</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:34:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>revenge of the sequels</title>
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  <description>Really. Please do not make sequels with characters from the film before it but without the main cast reprising their roles. You can only do this if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;li&gt;the actor made the movie bad (yes, I&apos;m talking about you, Katie Holmes in Batman Begins. and this is what they should have done to you, SOFIA COPPOLA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;li&gt;the actor died (Richard Harris, RIP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were showing&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;The Prince and Me II&lt;/span&gt; the other day and gad, the casting was awful. They decided to remove MIRANDA RICHARDSON and JULIA STILES (come on. she made the first film quirky and bearable. this isn&apos;t even my type of movies!).</description>
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  <category>movies</category>
  <lj:mood>aggravated</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 08:35:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>blasphemy!</title>
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  <description>How crazy is it that Michael Johns was eliminated last night from American Idol? Honestly, I was expecting Kristy to go, &apos;cause like, I don&apos;t get her. But she is cute. Honestly, I don&apos;t like Syesha. Yes, she&apos;s got talent, but I get this arrogant vibe from her. Is it just me, or does she like answering back at the judges? But whatever, it is a singing competition, and it&apos;s the talent that counts. I&apos;m rooting for Brooke White &apos;cause she looks sweet and Syesha, if we&apos;re basing it on talent (UGH).</description>
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  <category>american idol</category>
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