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  <title>Start over on monday;</title>
  <subtitle>Start over on monday;</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-07-30T17:09:52Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:49236</id>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-07-31T00:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-30T17:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-30T17:09:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I know that I am not appreciative enough. I know that I am not grateful enough. But I can't help but feel this way. And I can't change and can't try to modify how I really feel. Honestly, why don't&amp;nbsp;I feel happy when I really should? I hate feeling like what you've got is never enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed with everything, including myself. It's so hard to put what I feel into characters. Not good enough, not strong enough, not smart enough. I feel like a giant balloon waiting to explode. I want all this to be over. PRONTO.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:48925</id>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-07-28T01:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-27T17:27:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-27T17:28:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="1" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n319/kaypeebaby/5413_108573162551_660947551_2047804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;KT&amp;nbsp;DON'T&amp;nbsp;BE&amp;nbsp;ANGZ!&amp;nbsp;THIS&amp;nbsp;PICTURE&amp;nbsp;IS FOR&amp;nbsp;YOU OKAY!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:48822</id>
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    <title>STFU GDIAF</title>
    <published>2009-07-16T04:56:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-16T04:59:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TIGHTS&amp;nbsp;ARE&amp;nbsp;NOT&amp;nbsp;PANTS&amp;nbsp;WHY&amp;nbsp;DOESN'T&amp;nbsp;ANYONE&amp;nbsp;GET&amp;nbsp;IT. FUCK&amp;nbsp;MAN. YOU&amp;nbsp;EITHER&amp;nbsp;WEAR&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;LONGER&amp;nbsp;TOP,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;OR&amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp;GOD'S&amp;nbsp;SAKE&amp;nbsp;PUT&amp;nbsp;ON&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;FRICKING&amp;nbsp;PAIR&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;PANTS. WHAT&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;HELL&amp;nbsp;MAN? WHY&amp;nbsp;WOULD&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;WANT&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;GO&amp;nbsp;OUT&amp;nbsp;EXPOSING&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;HALF&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;ASSHOLE&amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;WWW&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;GAZE&amp;nbsp;AT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;HATE&amp;nbsp;IT. I&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;HATE&amp;nbsp;PEOPLE&amp;nbsp;WHO&amp;nbsp;IRRITATE&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&amp;nbsp;OUT&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;ME&amp;nbsp;EVEN&amp;nbsp;WHEN&amp;nbsp;THEY&amp;nbsp;ARE&amp;nbsp;JUST&amp;nbsp;BEING&amp;nbsp;THEMSELVES. I&amp;nbsp;HATE&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;MOODSWINGS, BECAUSE&amp;nbsp;THEY&amp;nbsp;GIVE&amp;nbsp;ME&amp;nbsp;WHIPLASH. AND&amp;nbsp;THERE&amp;nbsp;ARE&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;MANY&amp;nbsp;OTHER&amp;nbsp;THINGS&amp;nbsp;THAT&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;CAN&amp;nbsp;BITCH&amp;nbsp;ABOUT, BUT&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;PISSES&amp;nbsp;ME&amp;nbsp;OFF&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;BAD&amp;nbsp;IF&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;WRITE&amp;nbsp;ABOUT&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;MIGHT&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;JUST GO&amp;nbsp;INSANE. I&amp;nbsp;DON'T&amp;nbsp;KNOW&amp;nbsp;HOW&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;BLACK&amp;nbsp;MAGIC&amp;nbsp;CREEPY&amp;nbsp;CHAN VOODOO&amp;nbsp;WORKS, BUT&amp;nbsp;PLEASE&amp;nbsp;GET&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;OVER&amp;nbsp;YOURSELF&amp;nbsp;ALREADY.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:48461</id>
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    <title>School for suckers;</title>
    <published>2009-07-05T07:16:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T07:16:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I have this awfully big bag of weights on my shoulders. Surprisingly, I can't stop thinking about school work. Now, who am I kidding? How I am to finish everything before they are due? Where is that someone to save me when I&amp;nbsp;need it! I'm pretty annoyed the way some things were handled, and it pisses me off that I can't say anything about it! At this very moment, I just can't wait for July to be over! Come August, all I have to worry about is studying for 2 exams, which I am more psyched about as of now, because I don't have to rely on anyone else but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self: Bcomm data gathering call, SMGT interview, Bcomm solution selling call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:48204</id>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-06-13T12:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-13T05:10:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-13T05:10:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why doesn't this holiday feel like a holiday! I'm super bummed out by all the assignments&amp;nbsp;I have to complete before school officially starts again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ji's exams are finally over! So much for making fun of me when I had 4 papers. We caught The Taking of Pelham 123 yesterday, it was a pretty brilliant flim, but I think we missed like 1/2 an hour of it, thanks to shit-filled service and half-cooked meals at Friends Jelita.</content>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-06-09T16:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-09T08:51:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-09T08:51:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;know, I pale in comparison.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:47648</id>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-06-05T01:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-04T17:46:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-04T17:46:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why is all of this happening?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:47421</id>
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    <title>CHOMP CHOMP'S LIME JUICE TASTES LIKE VOMIT;</title>
    <published>2009-06-04T03:36:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-04T03:54:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">July is going to be hell. Projects, presentations, tests. What a bad time to&amp;nbsp;fly to Perth. On the other hand,&amp;nbsp;I'm really looking forward to getting out of this shit hole. I want to freeze in winter and never think about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, it never really occurred to me you'd be this way. It scares me in a way, and I hope we never have to be like this, ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, is going to suck. No job, no Ji, no exams.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:47205</id>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-05-27T21:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-27T13:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-27T13:07:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;If everyday were like today.. Life would be a breeze.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:7autumnflowers:46877</id>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-05-27T02:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T18:22:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-27T05:09:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And I really hate people who accuse me of saying or doing something they are not even sure of. Get your facts right, and get the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong. Nothing feels right. Not being with you, or being with them. I want to plug in my music and wish I was never here to begin with. I. Am. Done.</content>
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    <title>Note to self; friend, with a big F</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T18:00:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T18:08:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Seriously? Get a fucking grip. Why should&amp;nbsp;you be so affected about what&amp;nbsp;he thinks? Or what&amp;nbsp;he speaks? Honestly,&amp;nbsp;you have never really felt like a big F to most of them. More like a GF.&amp;nbsp;You have never really heeded help from them, never spoken about&amp;nbsp;your problems and have never really heard any either. Now who was the moron who exclaimed kindness begets kindness? Bullshit. Really, so what if you tried helping? They don't even appreciate it, or fucking see it.&amp;nbsp;You don't need those who see through you, those that&amp;nbsp;do not give&amp;nbsp;a flying fuck if you lie bruised, dead and bloody on the street across the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you should know&amp;nbsp;that there are only 2 people that&amp;nbsp;you can really talk to, that would understand where&amp;nbsp;you are coming from, the only 2 people who you can trust that will not spill the god damn beans.</content>
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    <title>Is this a popularity contest?</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T18:11:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T18:11:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So tell me, where am I in all this? Am I the bad guy again? Because I'm getting pretty used to the title. Am I supposed to prove&amp;nbsp;it to everyone else, when everyone else is not you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it even&amp;nbsp;bothering me?</content>
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    <title>You are not I;</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T04:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T04:03:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MAN&amp;nbsp;UTD&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;POINT&amp;nbsp;AWAY&amp;nbsp;FROM&amp;nbsp;GLORY!&amp;nbsp;And I have no school today, but I still have to go back to finish up school work, which suX, with a big X. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everything seems to be different now, everything seems different to me. In this week, I feel like I couldn't be myself since we had that fight. You told me that I&amp;nbsp;can tell you everything, but if&amp;nbsp;I do that, I'd be petty and annoying and sensitive, something that&amp;nbsp;she is not, which is someone you want me to be? Just so you know,&amp;nbsp;I hate you&amp;nbsp;for comparing me to someone else. You just can't do that, and you can't take it back. It made me feel like I wasn't good enough, and seriously, I think about&amp;nbsp;what you said&amp;nbsp;everyday, and everytime I cannot understand why is it you do something to anger me, I think about how she can treat your friend better than I can treat you. So do I have to keep everything inside?&amp;nbsp;That really suX, with a big X too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it I can't tell anyone how I feel, but I can to a stupid non-living, non-physical page.</content>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-05-12T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-12T10:36:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-12T10:36:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">3 weeks since school has started and I haven't really learnt anything. I'm really glad I have only 1 mid-semester exam, unlike my other semesters.&amp;nbsp;If&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;to take another 4 papers, I&amp;nbsp;WILL&amp;nbsp;JUST&amp;nbsp;DIE. Anyway,&amp;nbsp;I am super psyched. No more screaming and shouting from old skinny turds. No more circuits, crank courses and&amp;nbsp;parallel parking! Goodbye Eunos, I hope I never have to see you again!</content>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-04-22T16:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-22T09:02:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-22T09:02:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">School has officially begun, and I'm taking the first week off to claim as my holidays. School + life = EPIC&amp;nbsp;SUCKINESS.</content>
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    <title>ANGST;</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T03:21:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-18T09:06:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I HATE PEOPLE WHO ACCUSE ME OF DOING SOMETHING THEY NEVER EVEN SAW ME DOING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I HATE, NO WAIT, HATE DOES NOT EVEN COME CLOSE. I HATE / ABHOR / ABOMINATE / DESPISE / DESTEST / LOATHE DYING OLD BALDING FUCK UGLY FAT CROSSED-EYED MEN WHO FUCKING DEDUCT MY PAY FOR NO FUCKING REASON. _|_ FUCK YOU, SON OF A BITCH. THANKS FOR WASTING AWAY 7 WEEKS OF MY PRECIOUS LIFE. THANKS FOR MAKING ME COME TO THIS SHIT HOLE OF A PLACE EVERY FUCKING MORNING WITH FILES AND COCKROACHES RESIDING BESIDE ME. WELL FUCK THAT, AND FUCK YOU PUSSY SHIT. ONLY HIRING BURMESE WORKERS WHO EARN LIKE 2 DOLLARS AN HOUR FROM YOU? HIRING ATTACHMENT STUDENTS SO YOU CAN ENJOY THE MONETARY BENEFITS? DID YOU PAY YOUR WIFE TO MARRY YOU TOO? WELL SCREW YOU. MY ASSESSMENT OF YOUR COMPANY SUCKS. I HOPE YOU CAN NEVER EVER HIRE CHEAP LABOUR AGAIN YOU CHEAP SLUT. I HOPE YOU GO BANKRUPT. I HOPE YOUR IMPORTED WIFE LEAVES YOU. I HOPE YOU GET FINED FROM ALL THE MOVIES THAT I DOWNLOADED AT THE OFFICE. AND I HOPE YOU DIE FROM THE HICCUPS.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>FUCK YOU, ALVIN</title>
    <published>2009-04-16T02:21:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-16T02:21:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What fucking shitty work that you have given I have not done? Seriously? Go die in a fire. Fucking ask me to data entry, sit with fucking burmese people who smell like fuking horse shit, call fucking DBS when your fucking deadline was 2 weeks ago, ask me to email starhub when starhub does not even have an e-mail. Seriously? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;YOU. &lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;SLOPPY&amp;nbsp;DRESSING. &lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;MEETING&amp;nbsp;CLIENTS&amp;nbsp;WITH&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;SEMI-FUCKED&amp;nbsp;POSTURE&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;FULLY-FUCKED&amp;nbsp;CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;AND YOUR&amp;nbsp;MYANMAR&amp;nbsp;IMPORTED&amp;nbsp;SLIPPERS. &lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;BALDING&amp;nbsp;SCALP. &lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;YOUR FUCKING&amp;nbsp;BURMESE&amp;nbsp;WIFE, ITS&amp;nbsp;NO&amp;nbsp;WONDER&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;CAN'T&amp;nbsp;FIND&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;SINGAPOREAN&amp;nbsp;ONE. FUCK&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;UGLY&amp;nbsp;FACE.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;ALL&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;YOU.</content>
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    <title>I'M SO FRICKINNN BORED, PERIOD.</title>
    <published>2009-04-07T04:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-07T04:16:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I took 51 instead of 32 to work today, and heaven rained on me, motherfuck. And I'm so bored right now, if someone agrees to play battleship with me I will agree to it without hesitation. And I feel like my brains are on the verge of melting and seeping out my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, SO, I shall cut to the chase. I was on the bus and a sat next to this retard who fiddled with her phone incessantly, shouldered some cheap ass bugis street bag, and hideous leggings to match out her outfit, ew. And my iPod died on me but I am currently trying to revive it. Ok so anyway, I just so happened to rotate my head at the most precise angle where I could see her scrolling through her text messages, and&amp;nbsp;folders categorizing her texts.&amp;nbsp;(I happened to look, coincidental, promise!)&amp;nbsp;And then she opened the one titled &amp;quot;Hubby&amp;quot; containing 378 messages, (LOLWUT?), I swear at this point I almost tried to kill myself but I am intrigued to know what kind of species would happen to be attracted to this thing sitting beside me. Okay, so she opened text message #1&amp;nbsp;: &lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Baobei, you end work oreadi? you recover le ma?&amp;quot; . &lt;/em&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, omg mega vomit. And then she hit, REPLY. OOOOO, NICE&amp;nbsp;MORE&amp;nbsp;ACTION. Retard reply&amp;nbsp;: &lt;em&gt;-loves hubby when he hug me from behind -loves hubby to rests arm around my shoulders &lt;/em&gt;...(more bullshit that I chose not to pollute my brains with, anyway this last one is an epic&amp;nbsp;winner).... &lt;em&gt;-loves to&amp;nbsp;smell hubby chest (hubby smells good all the time!). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh my fucking lord, seriously? *trips over a kerb and dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>It is the kind of day you dream about;</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T03:34:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T03:53:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Macheda turned onto Ryan Giggs' low pass before unleashing a stunning shot that curled past Brad Friedel and sent Old Trafford into ecstasy.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Spectacular. The game was just brilliant. Love all my boys for bagging 3 points. For bringing home a win even with 6 missing men. I am so extensively proud of Man United and everyone else can just STFU. BECAUSE&amp;nbsp;NOW,&amp;nbsp;LOSERPOOL&amp;nbsp;CAN&amp;nbsp;SERIOUSLY SUCK&amp;nbsp;ON&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;STICK&amp;nbsp;A 10 INCH&amp;nbsp;CONE&amp;nbsp;UP&amp;nbsp;THEIR&amp;nbsp;ASSES. SO&amp;nbsp;MUCH&amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp;BRAGGING&amp;nbsp;ABOUT&amp;nbsp;TOPPING&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;TABLE. OH&amp;nbsp;PLEASE. BITE&amp;nbsp;ME. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, AND&amp;nbsp;LEWIS HAMILTON&amp;nbsp;SHOULD&amp;nbsp;SERIOUSLY&amp;nbsp;DIAF. Okay, that is that, and I have been on a 90210 marathon. AND&amp;nbsp;SCREW&amp;nbsp;CWTV, CAN&amp;nbsp;THEY&amp;nbsp;STOP&amp;nbsp;INJECTING&amp;nbsp;BREAKS&amp;nbsp;INTO&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;FAVOURITE&amp;nbsp;TV&amp;nbsp;SERIES?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: DESPERATE&amp;nbsp;HOUSEWIVES&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: ONE&amp;nbsp;TREE&amp;nbsp;HILL / GOSSIP&amp;nbsp;GIRL / HEROES&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&amp;nbsp;90210&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: ANTM&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: GREYS&amp;nbsp;ANATOMY&lt;br /&gt;AM&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;TV&amp;nbsp;JUNKIE&amp;nbsp;OR&amp;nbsp;WHAT?! HAAAAALLLLLPPP.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>LOLWUT?!</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T05:10:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T05:14:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="9" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;ROFL&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;ALMOST&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;DIED&amp;nbsp;LAUGHING.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-03-23T11:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T03:23:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T03:24:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck, just when I thought I was going uphill.</content>
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    <title>When the pros and cons allow for, us losing hope;</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T03:26:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T03:34:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I cannot remember when I last felt so satisfied. When we laughed till our tummies hurt and breathing became fairly difficult, doing fucking dumb stuff in the middle of the night, just for adrenaline rushes we get from cheap thrills. I miss this. I miss all of it. I miss all my friends and hanging out till mornings and sleeping at dawn. Last night was&amp;nbsp;relieving. It cleared my head and brought me back to how fun it was just being with the people I love. Showed me how much easier it was, when sometimes all you have to do is block out all the bad stuff. And I really didn't want it to end. I didn't want to&amp;nbsp;worry about work the next day and driving after that. I need everything to cease, just for a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, life&amp;nbsp;is a&amp;nbsp;chore. And a really hard&amp;nbsp;one in fact.&amp;nbsp;And I dread it so much I have to painfully drag myself out of bed in the mornings and countdown the hours to when I'll get to be&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;in bed at nightfall. Life sucks, I know I always say that, but I keep telling myself to look at it from a different aspect, and from the bigger picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after getting back my results, I'm surprised to say that I do not feel so powerless. I realised that I'm not as stupid as how some people vision me. And that hardwork really pays off, and maybe sometimes all I need is a push to get me rolling.&amp;nbsp;Or maybe all I need is to see myself lagging behind.</content>
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    <title>Highway travel underground to find your soul;</title>
    <published>2009-03-16T04:25:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-16T04:25:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Won't you open up your eyes, through your window you'll see. &lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining bright and I promise there's a world out there.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>_|_ STFU!</title>
    <published>2009-03-14T17:36:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-14T17:36:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SO&amp;nbsp;IF&amp;nbsp;YOU'RE&amp;nbsp;HERE&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;RUB&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;IN, PLEASE&amp;nbsp;KINDLY GET&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;OUT. I&amp;nbsp;STILL&amp;nbsp;LOVE&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;MAN&amp;nbsp;U, EVEN&amp;nbsp;THOUGH&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;GUYS&amp;nbsp;SUCKED TODAY, BUT&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;BELIEVE&amp;nbsp;WE'LL&amp;nbsp;EVENTUALLY&amp;nbsp;BE&amp;nbsp;CHAMPIONS.</content>
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    <title>7autumnflowers @ 2009-03-09T21:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-09T14:11:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-09T14:11:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so I reckon my attachment isn't that bad after all;&amp;nbsp;after deducting&amp;nbsp;all the fatigue and boredom of course. Because, afterall&amp;nbsp;I do get to go to work late and self-release myself earlier than expected. And honestly,&amp;nbsp;the only part I love most is you sending me to work on most of the days, because it's&amp;nbsp;by far the best&amp;nbsp;way to start my day.</content>
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