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  <title>The next chapter</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 17:57:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>king for a day!!! princess by dawn!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 15:50:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i think i found my muse.&lt;br /&gt;its like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;pure romeo and juliet.&lt;br /&gt;less then a minute u fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;you dont know whats gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;but u love.&lt;br /&gt;cuppie cakes.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 01:18:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hamdan Ramdan dijadi kan bahan&lt;br /&gt;Oleh kerana berat badan&lt;br /&gt;Gelak ketawa dari kawan kawan&lt;br /&gt;Hamdan Ramdan panjat ke tingkat dua puloh lapan&lt;br /&gt;tanggal pada tiga belas hari bulan&lt;br /&gt;Hamdan Ramdan mati di sebabkan jiwa ditekan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Pardon the melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humty Dumpty was depressed&lt;br /&gt;Humty Dumpty life was in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Humty Dumpty was an outcast from the rest&lt;br /&gt;Humty Dumpty decided for what was best&lt;br /&gt;Humty Dumpty climbed the highest wall&lt;br /&gt;and took a great last fall&lt;br /&gt;but no one cared for his death at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I saw a drawing of this at vivo city by some artist. the first two lines are his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock aby baby left in a box&lt;br /&gt;when the wind blow the little box rocks&lt;br /&gt;why was baby left in a box&lt;br /&gt;cause mummy was sixteen and dad didnt have a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The original version is much scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu labah-labah panjat tinggi tinggi&lt;br /&gt;Air mata turon, rumah takda lagi&lt;br /&gt;ibu bapa gadoh, hari hari maki&lt;br /&gt;Labah-labah pon taknak hidup lagi</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2007 20:01:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>for the week.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry friends if my emotions tick you guys off.&lt;br /&gt;if u don wanna see it again u don have to call or see me any more.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 10:02:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>where did i go wrong, i lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along this bitterness&lt;br /&gt;and i would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;had i known how to save a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sori ash...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 02:39:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>There is no other fate for us but one. Death is imminent.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 00:34:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i cant belive i missed ubin because of the day at home club. swing your mood  again and you might just hit a foul ball with your friends... Sorry guys! i&apos;ll join you guys sometime soon!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 09:34:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so how long will this go i don&apos;t see this ending.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 01:09:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>thank you choco pops!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 16:40:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>how much for happiness? i&apos;ve tried. every inch of me cries out for contentment but it seems to be on mute. with my hands around my neck, who can stop me now? i choke everytime it comes to the crunch. what is destiny? what is fate? when there is no definate answer to the road ahead. should i ask for directions? but where am i going? what am i doing? should i stop crying? one day you are in luck another day you are in a gutter scraping for a dime. tell me im worthless. tell me im useless. tell me something i already know. tell me!!! fuck is wrong with me? pick yourself up bitch! and run. run! run to the edge of the world and maybe i&apos;ll find my inspiration. motivation. my desecration. split my veins and search the muse. free yourself from this trepidations. from your opaque reflection.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 15:25:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>feelings. complex.&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders. rejects&lt;br /&gt;beauty queen. no where in between&lt;br /&gt;sweet delicacy. swedish curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweaty palms&lt;br /&gt;caramel latte&lt;br /&gt;sing and dance&lt;br /&gt;am i gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i leave you so unsatisfied?&lt;br /&gt;is it because of the bites?&lt;br /&gt;am i treating you right?&lt;br /&gt;am i being taken for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartache heartache.&lt;br /&gt;what should i expect from this cup cake.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2007 23:14:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>why do i leave u so unsatisfied...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2007 21:49:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>im suprise by the fact that i actually prompt at waking up dis early. sending a friend away for he shall be serving the nation. ahhhh.. godspeed old friend! three miles up!!! three miles down!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2007 00:56:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDDD&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Bart Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#EEEEEE&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/bart-simpson.jpg&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; width=&quot;100&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very misunderstood, most people just dismiss you as &quot;trouble.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little do they know that you&apos;re wise and well accomplished beyond your years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: starring in your own TV show and saving the town from a comet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: &quot;I don&apos;t know why I did it, I don&apos;t know why I enjoyed it, and I don&apos;t know why I&apos;ll do it again!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/&quot;&gt;The Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDDD&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Weeping Willow Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#EEEEEE&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/weeping-willow-tree.jpg&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; width=&quot;100&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dreamer, and you&apos;re into almost any kind of escapism.&lt;br /&gt;Restless and capricious, you love to travel to exotic places.&lt;br /&gt;You are easily influenced by others, as long as they don&apos;t pressure you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to suffer in love until you find that one loyal, steadfast partner.&lt;br /&gt;An empathetic friend, you love to make others smile and laugh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/&quot;&gt;What&apos;s Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2007 00:27:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Miss sunshine</title>
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  <description>Time drags on so very slowly when you haven&apos;t had any shut eyes.Still the day started out well and i hope it will continue! I saw the sunrise today. wow! i was in awe at the holy rays of the majestic sun. I bet its not as beautiful as u. longing to hear your voice. to have conversations. to look into them eyes and appreciate every minute i have with you. ohhh miss sunshine!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 22:35:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i tot watching the simpsons would give me a good laugh but at the end of the episode i cried!!! nyehhhh!!! it reminds me alot of my family...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 18:07:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>some people just make ur heart sink. u noe you are not in their league but they just seem to always make u smile... haiz...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 19:38:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>the nights are days&lt;br /&gt;the days are nights&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to fall in place</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 06:52:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Fuck You!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was only in posession for 4 days and u had to fucking ruin it!&lt;br /&gt;the fact is i told u that i don&apos;t want my cloths to be ironed but u insisted and persuaded my mom so that u can rip her off and ruin our cloths! you fucking prick! so much about &quot;yah i know how to do this. i wont ruin it&quot;. fuck you!!! u did u mother fucker. I am not veri paticular about my cloths but this is a little special. its over the budget that i would usually spent on cloths and i really like it. the best thing is that it was only 4 days old and i only wore it once. u fucker!!! fuck u!!! my hard earn money down the fucking drain because of ur reckless fucked brain!!!! i would be okeh if u didnt run ur mouth off when i reminded you that the iron will melt the prints. but NOOOO!!!! you had to say that u know this kinda things and you won&apos;t make that mistake. but u did u numb skull piece of shit. the reason why i don&apos;t wanna know relatives is due to dis kinda sympathetic bull shit!!! at least if i see some poor kid on the street they will at least appreciate me not like u bitch!!! and shut that fucking gap of yours always talking bout u noe shit. hey fuck face my baby cousin knows more then you!! i don fucking care anymore about punctuations, spelling or whatever fucking thing that anyone of u reading this wanna point out. it has been 2 days since i found out about my ruin shirt and im still pissed!!! run ur mouth somemore lar!!! say mom is a bad mom. go look yourself in the mirror. at least we love our mom. wheres ur son? huh?!?! where?!?!?! daughter?!?! hahaha!! they aint there!!! stop telling me what to do!!! fuck it!! im rambling. u might say im selfish. whatever man.. u don know you shut the fuck up!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 21:27:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wants!</title>
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  <description>1) Paint room red,black and gray = $100&lt;br /&gt;2) Huge Movie Posters on the wall: Trainspotting, Godfather, Taxi Driver, Band of Brothers, Saving Private Ryan = $240 &lt;br /&gt;3) Movie Postcards on wall: Fight Club, Reservoiur Dogs, The Usual Suspects, Smokin&apos; Aces, R+J = $60&lt;br /&gt;4) DVDs!!! (Any will do) = $$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;5) The Warriors Novel (Must Find!!!) = $?&lt;br /&gt;6) Red or Black bed sheets (Match Room Colour) = $45&lt;br /&gt;7) Book shelf (Black) = $?&lt;br /&gt;8) DVD shelf (Black) = $?&lt;br /&gt;9) Video Camera (Not sure yet what kind) = est $600&lt;br /&gt;10) Super sound system (Need to Survey) = est $1500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and take i need about $3000&lt;br /&gt;I have $0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall strike the Video Camera and Super sound system out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will amount to about $900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall revamp my room by the end of June.&lt;br /&gt;$100+$240+$60+$45&lt;br /&gt;=$345&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need frames from IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herm..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I need about $400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any one wanna fund my make over?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 21:45:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;pre&gt;One day in the year of the fox came a time remembered well. When the strong young&lt;br /&gt;man of the rising sun heard the tolling of the great black bell. One day in the year&lt;br /&gt;of the fox when the bell began to ring. It meant the time had cometh for one to go&lt;br /&gt;to the temple of the king.There in the middle of the circle he stands searching, &lt;br /&gt;seeking.With just one touch of his trembling hand the answer will be found. Daylight&lt;br /&gt;waits while the old man sings &quot;Heaven! help me!&quot; and then like the rush of a thousand &lt;br /&gt;wings it shines upon the one.And the day had just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Rainbow - Temple Of The King</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 18:42:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my existance?</title>
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  <description>beyond the horizon&lt;br /&gt;is there a better world?&lt;br /&gt;is my existance an importance?&lt;br /&gt;when beyond the better world,&lt;br /&gt;cold bloated stomache dance&lt;br /&gt;with flies and maggots &lt;br /&gt;around rotten carcasses&lt;br /&gt;hoping to share a meal.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 18:27:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Family. The people that have seen you grow. The people that have seen you at your best and worst. Take a moment and think of the most excruciating pain you have ever experienced, may it be physical or emotinal, you will find that the people who you can count on for moral support is your family. &lt;span class=&quot;me&quot;&gt;My most horrendous&lt;/span&gt; acquaintance to physical agony has to be circumcition. Half naked from the belly down i laid on the bed feeling afraid, patiently waiting for the doctor to proceed with the operation.&amp;nbsp; On my right, looking down on me, i could see in daddys eyes that he was extremely proud of me. I was about to be a man. When the syringe was plunged into my tenderness, i could feel the pain up to my neck. I would have cried on a normal basis if i were to go through such agonizing pain but the tears seems to be held back by the energy i was getting from my dad. Strength and courage was channeled into me from the dignified look on my dads face. It was wierd. I was 8 and back then i hated my dad. Years gone by, i ponder on the situation and realise that the only way my father could have conveyed such energy was due to the fact that he loved me. My mom took care of me with much love too when i was going through the whole cannot-piss-straight saga. Prepared my salt bath for me and constantly feeding me as though i was an amputee. Kakak was there to play games with me to pass the time. Everyone was in it. Everyone was giving out alot of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. My dad saved up his money to suprise me with an Ibanez bass fully equiped with an amplifier. Mummy was exceptionally supportive even thought she does not really understand the music. With the drums banging and the guitars wailing in my room, she never complain and was there all the time to cook for the band. Sister was there the first time i performed. Not only was my family there when i was in pain but when i was in triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to write this entry because they were there at Substations when i was performing. They had a smile on them after everthing ended. They remember my lines better then i can. They kept repeating the parts they loved. I appretiate their existance. The can never be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now adays i feel safe at home. Even though they can never really understand my life, the least they did was to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohamed Najid Bin Jedan&lt;br /&gt;Sumarni Bte Ahmad Sari&lt;br /&gt;Siti Natasha Bte Mohamed Najid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry if i&apos;m not the perfect son/brother.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Less Than Jake - Mostly Memories</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2007 15:13:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hustle And Flow</title>
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  <description>Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt; Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt; Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt; Whoop That Trick !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Whoop That Trick !!</description>
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  <lj:music>DeeJay - Whoop That Trick (Hustle and Flow OST)</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 18:34:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the end of another chapter.</title>
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  <description>another chapter of my life, ended. &lt;br /&gt;the people i met. &lt;br /&gt;the friendship we had.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully &lt;br /&gt;will continue. &lt;br /&gt;the highs and the lows. &lt;br /&gt;the drunk and the stupid. &lt;br /&gt;the love and hate. &lt;br /&gt;the extreme and lame.&lt;br /&gt;the laugh and the tears&lt;br /&gt;the warm ups&lt;br /&gt;the games&lt;br /&gt;the songs&lt;br /&gt;the kisses&lt;br /&gt;the hugs&lt;br /&gt;the beer.&lt;br /&gt;the redbull&lt;br /&gt;the coffee&lt;br /&gt;the nasi goreng&lt;br /&gt;the curry&lt;br /&gt;the french loaf&lt;br /&gt;the spiderman watch&lt;br /&gt;the keychain&lt;br /&gt;the bart simpsons&lt;br /&gt;the flowers&lt;br /&gt;the &apos;better den us&apos;&lt;br /&gt;the &apos;merah&apos;&lt;br /&gt;the &apos;pimple&apos;&lt;br /&gt;the sheesha&lt;br /&gt;the soto&lt;br /&gt;the jempot jempot&lt;br /&gt;the lamb thingy&lt;br /&gt;the skank!&lt;br /&gt;the we&lt;br /&gt;the us&lt;br /&gt;the they&lt;br /&gt;the them&lt;br /&gt;the applause&lt;br /&gt;the hard on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall.&lt;br /&gt;remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life changed.&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;may we meet again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you family&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know what ill do without u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you friends.&lt;br /&gt;for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamalumiebisahirrahghazmishaalafwanhafiz&apos;bob&apos;anuaralfianfezhahhajarirfanshazajonjonsani&lt;br /&gt;kakakmamaabahgloriactikabrianrosezamrimahadinurulamir&lt;br /&gt;and the rest which slipped from my mind please insert name here _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;remember.</description>
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  <lj:music>Borrowed time in my head...</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Borrowed time in my head...</media:title>
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